Interview with Rock Hurlers

So I show up in Torino and go straight to work. Yes, I am a zombie right now. It's 11:30 Sunday morning in Colorado Springs and I have been, with the exception of about a 15-minute cat nap here and there, up since my alarm went off at 5:00 am on Saturday. We're trying to figure out this audio posting gig, if anyone out there can offer help, give me a shout out.

But until we do, here's an interview I did today with three of the members of the U.S. Women's Olympic Curling Team.

More on the travel day later. Suffice it to say my luck has definitely turned with regards to seatmates on long flights. (Does anyone remember my story about being surrounded by young Mormons trying to convert me en route to their mission in South America on my short 11-hour hop to Argentina last summer!?). Here's a start. I'm on the aisle of a five-rower. There's a German couple taking up the two seats at the other end of the row. Along comes a woman with an infant, a toddler and something so odorous clinging to her body that I think she's got a dead skunk in her bag. And guess what? Oh yeah. Right next to me. Put the baby in a car seat carrier on the floor in front of her for take-off. Flight attendants didn't like that one bit. I'm reeling from the smell that manages to permeate my nostrils, which are stuffed up beyond belief, when I happen to glance to my right and am staring straight at the woman's ... nipple.

It was less than six inches away from my face. Not exactly what I was expecting to see. Mind you, I know it's a natural thing and babies must eat, I just wasn't ready to see it so up close and personal.

And that was just the first 30 minutes of what would be the smelliest 8.5 hours in a plane I've ever encountered.

I'll check back in tomorrow for the rest of the day's adventures :-)
Peace