After finding out the night before my European trip that the 10 memory cards I bought for my camera were the wrong size, and then sleeping through the alarm and waking up 10 minutes before my airport shuttle arrived, things settled down and I able to just sit and moan quietly on my way to Denver Internatio9nal Airport. But the important thing is I made my flight to to Chicago (my native city) and made my connection to Rome in plenty of time. Who could ask for more?
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