Pizza

I really hate to say this, but Quebec makes a far better pizza than the Italians.  They do a fine job on the crust mind you, but I prefer a pizza with some substance.  I was not expecting a layer of tomato sauce over a thin crust with a chopped up hot dog sprinkled about.  One slice of a pizza from la belle province, with it's half inch of layered thin sliced pepperoni, thick cheese and another half inch of topping is a meal in itself.  I had to get myself a Mars bar after the Italian version.  But the Italians definitely know how to build a helicopter.  I showed up at the training facility this morning, though it sort of felt like my imagination's version of a Hollywood movie set, and our Italian ground school instructor set about enlightening us with the inner workings of the AW139.

Unfortunately there isn't alot to see in Sesto, Calende.  Everything
closes at noon and opens again around 4 pm, give or take, and the restaurants open sometime after 7:30 pm, if they open at all.  Not a busy place.  Our schedule is still being sorted, so we might be able to manage a road trip somewhere, see some of Italy, explore!