The Olympics will be in a country that uses the same alphabet and speaks pretty much the same language. No need for special shots, no worries about \dengue fever and we can drink the water.
We call AT&T and arrange for our phones to be put on international roaming; I add a package to text and send pictures.
No worries. We think we’ve hit the Easy button.
Although English cuisine has expanded from bangers and mash and baked beans for breakfast, there’s no time for fine dining at the Olympics so we are going to eat in Italy for a couple weeks before going to London. ( Google Villa Torrecello in Luganano in Teverina for a look at our destination where our older daughter’s in-laws hosted a party of 12 family and friends.)
No worries until in Italy, our phones won’t work. AT&T’s web site won’t won’t provide tech support until I get an access code. They will text the code to my phone OR mail it to my home address.
I borrow a phone. I call AT& T’s international support number. A recording informs me that this number is no longer in service.
I call the US number – our phones don’t have the right frequencies for Italy. Maybe they will work in England. Can the customer service rep give me an access number for web support. No, but she will email higher ups and ask that a code be emailed to me.
Olympics in Italy
We miss part of the Opening Ceremonies because we are busy eating at their version of my child hood home Chester’s version of the Fireman’s Fair, the Il Sole La Luna festival in Giove. What we see is pretty incomprehensible with all the commentary in Italian.
The sports channel, which we can get while we stay in Rome, carries only the events the Italians are good at. Mostly that’s fencing. Fencing is almost as exciting as watching traffic lights change color.