On Sunday, the 6th of July, we had to get up extra early to catch the bus to Milan. We were told breakfast packs would be made available but, when we asked the desk clerk and the kitchen staff about it, they didn’t know what we were talking about. But, realizing our plight, they prepared … something.

We found out what that something was when the bus stopped for our “Picnic Breakfast” by pulling into a truck stop. It was all macadam and diesel fumes and articulated lorries...