Italian airport security seems to be based on the premise that, if you are sent through enough security checkpoints - no matter how cursory the checks - that anyone doing bad things will eventually be caught, preferably by Someone Else.
American airport security seems to be based on the premise that, if the bureaucracy is all exposed out front, and the rules are draconian enough, they can reduce wait times by making nobody want to return.
Anyway, we're back on American soil, on the last leg of our trip, and I'm finally sitting down on my first non-moving seat in 48 hours. I've got unloted connectivity on the iPhone again, but can't find a free wifi network for the laptop, so wallyontheroad's continued updates (and the cream of the crop of my 1,400+ photos) will have to wait a little while longer.
Kady and I are diving straight for the red meat now that we're back in the States - love it or hate it, you have to admit that the Italian diet is extremely carb-heavy, and I especially could use some iron to help replace all that blood lost to mosquitoes.
* Please note that these are unfair generalizations based on a single flight between both countries. Intended for humor value only.