I’m supposed to be in Milan right now. Sipping strong espressos and looking at cool people. No, I’m somewhere in Virginia, the day after my flight departed. Let’s just say problems everywhere you turn. Upon departing Atlanta, a man on our plan has a seizure and then goes unconcious. He won’t respond to any doctors that are on board. We make an emergency landing at a little airport in Virginia. Out landing gear doesn’t like the heavy plane landing on a small run way, and makes an odd thud noise. Firetrucks come. Siezure guy is removed from plane, but we stay since we are an international flight. However, tech people see that this plane won’t fly out again, so after an hour we can leave and hang out in the tiny terminal. For many many hours we are told several stories about what will happen (they will bring replacements for all the tires that blew out, they will ship us back to Atlanta). However, By midnight we are shipped out to a hotel. 200 grumpy Itlians, Americans, and some Middle Eastern folk that were making connecting flights in Milan. Did I mention the multitude of sreaming chhildren on that flight? Anyway, next day we are about to take a cab back to the airport now, and see if the plane will be ready to fly out, and that we will have someone to fly it (another problem last night, we couldn’t just bring in another giant jet, and we couldn’t find someone available to fly it since the pilot here maxed out his legal awake time). Anyway, I’m supposed to arrive in Milan at 2:45 am. great. Will write about those adventures when possible. Ciao.