by Heather
I, being a mom, kept my weary eyes open all night to watch for predators.
“I was travelling with my sister and 3 year old son. We arrived at Milan’s train stazione after an excruciating 10 hour train ride from Naples. We then took a taxi to Malpensa airport, arriving there at midnight. We had only a few lire to our names so we had no choice but to bunk down at the airport. By this time my son was already sound asleep. With my backpack on my back and my smaller pack flung around my front, I carried my sons limp, sleeping body around Malpensa airport until we found the British Airways counter. Finally we slunked down on the floor. It was freezing, I put my coat over my son, and shivered all night. My son slept on an end table, my sister and I on the floor. I, being a mom, kept my weary eyes open all night to watch for predators. We had some weirdo guy walk around us several times, but he disapperared after a while. The cleaning crew ignored us, and so did security. This was probably the worst night of my life while I was living it. But now when I look back, it was an experience we’ll never forget!”