Sunday Morning

Yesterday after McDonald's we went straight to Gatwick Airport so that we didn't take any chances on the schedule. We arrived about three hours before necessary and slept upright for an hour and a half in the chairs under the monitor telling us our gate. Our flight for Turin left at 2:50, and Zabeth and I received corresponding seate in different rows, she was 6f and I was in 7A. Instead of each making new friends we just slept the whole flight and connected afterwards. Lucky for us, our host for last night was an airport employee so we picked up our bags and then went upstairs to meet him. He had several maps of Torino ready for us, and he began making us feel at home immediately with his hospitality and English. We came back to his apartment, showered, drank some wine, ate some Parmesan and sausage, and then since he knew we were pretty tired he offered us his bed before 11. This morning we are going to try and catch a bus into the city center to do some exploring for a while, but we have been warned to be weary of the bus system on any day, particularly on a Sunday.I know we are extremely lucky to be staying here and receiving our hosts knowledge, food,wireless Internet and hospitality. I could talk about it forever, but since it's only the first day in town we better get moving...