Some people get to Italy, some people don't.

Becky arrived in Pisa this afternoon, Tom is camped out in New York. Seems that the name on his ticket didn't match his passport. Humm. Nobody's claiming responsibility. And since we were too late in resolving it Thursday evening and this weekend is the Canne film festival, he couldn't get on the Friday flight and will have to wait until Saturday. Becky will drive back the 4 hours to Nice on Sunday am to return the rental car and meet up with him at the airport. Best to get this bad juju over with at the beginning of the trip. But thanks to the wonder of global cell service, I could hook up with Duncan and Jessie in Pisa, get a room in the same hotel and met them for our first fabulous dinner.

This is the view from the hotel car park.