Today

I'll get back to the last of our trip, but wanted to write a current post. Tricia and Steven left very early on the 6th of January, which happens to be a national holiday, Epiphany Day. The snow started in the middle of the night and did not stop for 48 hours. I would guess a foot of snow fell, which the locals tell us is rare. Milan doesn't appear to have plows for the local streets, or much in the way of shovels for the side walks. In other words, you take the trodden path or blaze a new one. I got 'something' on the way to Venice and haven't felt 'right' since, but I did venture to the grocery store yesterday for whatever they had on the shelf. I found no milk, and very little fresh meat or produce. But it was fun tromping through the snow. Yeah, I did just say that. I guess after all the cold and the snow in the alps, new fallen snow seemed nice.