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We awoke to more suspected drilling…
I was beginning to think there was a dental surgery located in the building.
That aside we packed and went to breakfast remembering the camera to take pictures of the Uncle Bill friendly section.
If I was a cartoon character a giant light bulb would turned on right above my head as I discovered the “drilling” was in fact the whirring of Italian coffee machine.
We then walked to train station. I think all of us were secretly hopping to find a gelato shop open at 10am on a Sunday. We did not find one.
We waited for the train. We had a 3-hour train ride. We waited for the bus. Had a 1-hour bus ride. We said goodbye to Janie who was back off to Paris and waited for our plane for 4 hours. Then we were on a plane. A warm bed welcomed us at T5. Off to our next adventure.
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