Back home in Venice, all in one piece. Must say it's been harder than usual.
First, the night before the flight was horrendous: basically, Ilaria did not sleep for a straight minute, and Mariarosa and I probably slept not more than two hours each.
Second, the packing was less easy than usual, due to several metric tons of new things to be thoughtfully distributed among our suitcases.
Then at the airport we found out that there was a complete messup of our reservation. They had us down for flying out on the 8th, i.e. one day earlier... Electronic tickets make it harder to discover a mismatch. But what saved us what that we also had a reservation for the 9th. I have no clue what went wrong, but my travel agent must have messed it up, since we also were booked on a certain code (corresponding to a low fare) but then had flown in with a different one. In the end, we had to wait for like 40 minutes before the Lufthansa crew figured out how to let us fly, but then I had to pay 3x200=600 euros for the rebooking, something which I wasn't too happy about.
The flight was not too easy to manage, although we did have lots of space (4 bulkhead sits, plus the bassinet for Ilaria). The thing is, Ilaria had high fever, and was not feeling well at all - another bronchitis which has not died out yet. So Mariarosa really slept very little during the flight.
We landed in Munich a hour too late, 10' before the depart of the flight to Venice. We had already accepted the fact that we'd never make it through the mile-long airport (H02, the gate of depart and arrival of flights to Chicago, is at one end, and the gate where Air Dolomiti leaves to Venice is G66 or G71, which is on the opposite end!), with passport control in-between, but the personnel told us to hurry: apparently there was a delay in the connection. So we had to speed through the airport, in the following configuration: me, with my hefty notebook-carrying case (it contains lots more), plus a trolley. Filippo with a backpack running beside me (when I walk fast he has to run to keep up with me!). Mariarosa with Ilaria on the stroller, loaded with extra stuff, following suit.
We did make it - but then, we had to wait for 40 more minutes before departure. And, upon arrival in Venice, we learnt that the person I had hired to help me with the suitcases (I had checked two large Samsonite hard shells) was not available so late in the morning...
In the end, we made it home, but we were all fatigued. The good thing is, we all slept through most of the afternoon... Then we unpacked, and there was little left of the day.
Tomorrow, I have several errands to run, half a day at the University (most important thing is a meeting with a undergrad student who will do his thesis with me), then packing again, and on Saturday we are off to La Thuile!