After six weeks and four countries, we departed South America for the Old Continent. Somewhere between Lima and Rio we picked up Spanish (but not much Portuguese); survived frigid Andes mountains and temperate Atlantic beaches; laughed with new friends (mostly English); rode planes, trains, buses, taxis, ferries, tuk tuks and bicycles; and (fortunately) are still happily married without running out of money (yet).
From Rio we flew north to Salvador and chilled for about four hours (and by chilled, I mean devoured two editions of the Economist, the first I’d seen in months). We then took a red eye to Madrid, again laying over for about four hours (and by laying over, I mean Ken watched a movie on his iPad while I pouted over being denied access to the Star Alliance lounge). We arrived in Milan, Italy, or as they say, Milano, Italia. Three countries in one day, not bad!
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