The trip over from Houston was good and Air France did their usual good job in the flight from to Paris, which was near freezing and cloudy when we landed. The connecting flight from Paris to Genoa was delayed two hours while they switched out the aircraft. In contrast to the spacious Boeing 777 for the Atlantic crossing, this was a small Canada regional jet.
We did have a nice view of the Alps coming in, covered with snow and half hidden by clouds. Think a plate of Rocky Road ice cream covered by whipped cream.
The weather was clear as we came into Genoa, and the villages and houses nestled in the hills were lovely. After landing in a stiff crosswind at the airport, we got out of customs and joined a bunch of other people trying to get to the Sinfonia at the cruise ship terminal.
More lines, and presenting of passports, and getting the cruise card, and two hours after we landed Linda and I managed to get to our cabin, unpack a few essentials, and grab a nap. Then at 5:30 we had a lifeboat drill so we knew where to go if it ever happened that we need to abandon ship.
Now we were hungry, and fortunately we had asked for first seating, and we joined a congenial group of people at our table and made our way through 5 course, some good, some just average.
But that is done and I am writing this and I am in that peculiar jet lagged state that makes everything a little too real and bright....so I am off to bed.
Tomorrow is Naples and Pompeii!