We had planned two flights and a car ride home from LAX. We left Venice 20 minutes late with a stop in Munich. No problem. I slept most of the Munich-LAX portion of our return. We had the quickest time ever getting through immigration, baggage claim and customs, maybe 10 minutes. We were thrilled. I was at the curb with all the luggage, while Brad went to get his car. What should have taken 30 minutes was closer to 75 due to Brad having to change a tire in the parking lot. He arrived sweaty, dirty and not too pleased, since he had purchased two new tires the morning we left for Italy. Ok, s**t happens, we were on our way back home to Luigi, so off we went on the spare donut.
After an hour on the freeway, just past Ontario, we had a blowout on tire number FOUR.
A car full of luggage, 10 p.m., and no other spare meant AAA sent a tow truck. The tow truck driver put us in the cab, hooked up the car, and we finally arrived home at 11:50, after being up for 26 hours. Isn't travel fun? You have to keep your sense of humor at times like this. We were safe and home, and Luigi was beside himself with glee! I made coffee, Brad opened wine. All is well.
Jet lag??? I am writing this at 4:30 a.m., after a 2 hour nap.