Safely in Italy

And only minor adventures, including problems getting the special Italian phone set up and running. Oh, yes, and the biggest adventure was that I was supposed to meet a student carrying lots of program equipment. The student decided not to wait (and had turned off his cell phone), so Jay and I waited in the main lobby of the airport until the very last minute. Fortunately Jay had given another student his cell number. As a result we were among the last people to get on the plane.

The plane ride itself was uneventful--though Jay and I sat with a lovely older gentleman who had been in Northern Italy with the Occupation and had written a book on his experiences (one side in English, the other translated into Italian), which he let me read on the flight. Fortunately it was a short book, and the movies being shown were unremarkable. He and his family come back almost every year.

One more small adventure when Jay and I went on to the train station in Maestre instead of waiting for the students (whom we assumed had already gone ahead while we waited to collect Jay's really big bag). No one was terribly inconvenienced--though at least one student has threatened to include me in his documentary and title it Where is Professor Senf? I'm seriously hoping that these will be the most remarkable adventures of the trip.