Background I met Michel at the nude beach in Miami-Dade on November 3, 2012. He approached me, said he liked my white beard and asked me to join him and his friends. We also had a moment of intimacy that evening in my apartment and 5 days later he spent my 68th birthday with me on Lincoln Road, SoBe, and bought me a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses for about $190. Apparently, Michel was into old guys and quite frankly, that worked for me. Shale & Michel Nov 8 2012 Lincoln Rd. Lunch Michel is French Canadian (I love his mellifluous French accent), about 17 years younger than me and quite handsome. He actually lives in Italy, with some property in Canada and frequently visits friends here in South Florida. So over the past 3 years I have seen him whenever he comes to town and we have fun together, whether just visiting the city or being intimate. I was still working at a job that had lost all enjoyment and in January 2013, Michel asked when I was going to retire and come visit him in Italy. At the time I could not afford it, but by March of 2015, I could afford to quit working and did. I also took a cheap repositioning cruise to Barcelona and had thot of taking a train over to Milan and visiting Michel at that time. But he was rebuilding his house there then going to Montreal to work on his other house so that was not going to happen. However, he said by July he would be back in Milan and would pay my airfare to visit at that time. So, here I am, July 11, 2015, catching an Air Berlin flight out of Miami to Dusseldorf & then Alitalia to Milano. Leave Miami July 11 July 12, 2015 The flight over the Atlantic went well, the plane was not too full so I had an empty seat to stretch out my legs on the 9-hours in the air. Dusseldorf Airport was a rather confusing mess to follow - arrows pointed in one direction where the corridor turned around corners or were hidden behind walls. But, did manage to find passport control and walk long corridors to my concourse to connect to Italy. One of the notable moments of my flight was seeing the alps from 30K feet. They are big so they show up. I even saw traces of the ground routes thru them, which I had taken in 1975 by train from Luxembourg to Milano but it was at night so I didn't see much then. Fly over the Alps July 12 I arrived at Milano Airport about10:30 a.m. and was a bit confused when following everyone down the corridor to find myself out in the main airport without passing thru passport control. I asked and was informed that this really is a United Europe. Once I did passport control in Dusseldorf, going to other European nations sort of becomes a domestic flight and does not require it. OK, the last time I traveled thru Europe was in 1975 - no Euros and a passport check at each border. So, where to wait for Michel to pick me up? I went out front and stood prominently. I joked with Michel in an e-mail that I would be the white-bearded guy wearing all blue - as if he needed a description. After a while I started getting concerned how I would locate him if he did not show up for some reason. All I had was a name, no fone number, no address - just a name. However, Michel called me from behind and I was much relieved and a little confused as to why he was pushing a luggage cart. Seems my meticulous and efficient friend was actually in Canada when he made arrangements for his flight and mine to arrive at the exact time in Milano. We were now both waiting for Roberto, Michel's neighbor and gardener to bring his car. When Roberto arrived and our luggage was stowed in the SUV, Michel drove us into Milano so he could pick up mail at his apartment there. We then went to the Villa in a little town called Meina on Lake Maggiore, a mountainous area compared to Milano which is on flat ground with canals almost like Venice.