When we got to the terminal, I happily stood in line to get my passport stamped. I'm not going to lie...it's a pretty lame stamp visually speaking. But it's pretty awesome because it's an Italian stamp. After picking up our bags we set off to find our sponsor, Scott. It took a little searching, but he ended up finding us. As he drove us to base he answered all our random questions (mostly from Ech).
- We can only get a pre-paid cell phone until we get the Italian equivalent of a SSN card.
- Yes, there's a ski resort 30 minutes up the mountain
- Yes, there's an Italian cable channel that plays NFL games, but he suggests the ESPN web package for better access to all the games.
- Yes, pretty sure we can drink the water. He hasn't gotten sick yet.
Most of the conversations were the guys talking shop. I just hung out in the backseat and took in the scenery. Other than the occasional town, it was mostly farmlands outside the window.
We tried to get a room on base, but they were filled with visiting squadrons. This was a huge disappointment for us because lodging is right next to the BX, commissary, post office, theater, club house, and every office we'll need to visit to in-process. The base is actually broken up into different Areas separated and spread out. We got our APO box set up, got a prepaid phone, and picked up some groceries before heading to the hotel. We drove the long way out of base so we could a tour of Area F.
We didn't get to our hotel until about 3. We explored our little room and tried to stay awake to avoid the jet lag. That lasted all of 5 minutes. Once we stopped moving, it was game over.