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I seem to be getting less good at traveling.
Going to Denmark/Sweden I forgot my passport.
Going to Ireland I forgot my raincoat.
Going to Italy I lost my raincoat.
On the other hand, I did pop briefly up to the citta alta of Bergamo after dropping the lads to the airport and chanced upon Panificio Tresoldi. Super tasty cheese and rucola filled thingummyjig followed by the tastiest pastry in a long time, don't know what it was called either but it had pistachio creme patissiere inside, a perfect crust and was scrumptious.
Oh yes, the other reason for thinking my travel skills are deteriorating.
On Thursday I flew from Verona to Helsinki via Munich. In Munich we were ferried by bus to terminal 2. After being questioned by customs (where do you come from? well, I was just in Italy, or I'm Irish, but live in Finland. No further questions) I went upstairs expecting a short walk to my gate. I look at my boarding card, 18.40, look at the departures screen, 18.40, flight to Helsinki, going from 1D, and I was in terminal 2. Go back down, ask the customs guys where the hell is T1, signs seemed lacking, they point me to asign and I'm on my way. Fifteen minutes later I'm going through security, flight is already boarding, security guy says I'm in the wrong terminal, the 18.40 flight is Finnair, and I should hurry to catch my flight. Huh? Okay. 18.40 was my flight's boarding time, I have 15-20 minutes to go back to T2. Go downstairs, signs don't correspond to the directions I got, I stop, confused. Old German lady starts talking at me, am I looking for something, and my bag strap is trailing on the ground. Great, must remain polite, say I'm going to T2. She then proceeds to give me directions which are pretty excellent, shortcut through the carparks, I blow her a kiss and run off. Back through T2 security and make it to the gate as my flight is halfway through boarding.