Moment in Milan

So, we flew from Bristol to Milan today, arriving in Italy in the afternoon. The view of the Italian alps was beautiful as we descended into Milan. Just as the plane landed, Liv let me know she was feeling ill. Since we were flying on the bargain Ryan Air, I noticed that there was no barf bag. In fact, there was no seat pocket at all. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the Subway napkin and caught a handful of 2-hour-old mostly-digested tuna sandwich. As a side comment, there were very limited food selections at the Bristol airport and Sunway was our first dive into American fare since moving to England.

We found our way to the bus and once we were bumping along the road, Liv produced a bit more lunch into the plastic Subway bag that Rachelle had with her.

With the help of Emily, we found our way to our hotel near the bus station. We got to our room, wetted and brushed our hair with the nit brushes (I'll fill you in on the nit story later - okay, not to keep you in suspense, here is the brief version: Nits or lice are incredibly common in England and especially in Noah's class, the boys all touch each others hair a lot, and Noah had a Brit nit invasion. By the way, the cleaner the hair, the more likely to get nits - they cling better to clean hair than dirty or oily hair. So, we have been combing out Noah's nits for 2 days now), and then Noah and I headed out for Sprite and saltines for little Liv who was puking in the toilet when we departed.

Noah and I went just a couple of doors down from the hotel and popped into a little pub. The Italians didn't speak English, but we managed to get some bread and a Sprite. They pushed candy and some earrings into Noah's hands and smiled and cooed at him and touched his head (I am not sure how you say, "Watch out for nits" in Italian). We got back to the room and Liv ate the bread and drank the Sprite and continued to snuggle and read with Rachelle.

Noah and I headed out and found a great pizzeria. There was an English-speaking guy at San Giorgio who said, "I'll make your sick daughter pasta bianca!" Noah and I came back to room with Liv's special meal, pizza, pasta with seafood, pasta with vegetables, and a beer. It was delicious and Liv, who was feeling much better, ate well.

Unfortunately, the noodles showed up a bit later as Liv was sick again. Noah and I ventured out again into Milan for Sprite, medicine, and gelato. Stopping back into the same bar, we were given cake and champagne as they were celebrating someone's birthday. We bought the Sprite and they again pushed a bunch of chocolate at Noah.

As we now settle into bed, Liv is feeling a bit better. Maybe the airport Subway tuna wasn't great. However, I did have half of her sandwich and it has stayed down so far (knock on wood).

Sweet Liv is in great spirits and actually feels pretty okay. I expect that tomorrow she will be feeling better as we head off to catch our train to Venice.

Ciao.