It's Been a Hard Day's Night

Question: If a plane is at 30 degrees longitude and flying eastward at 600 miles per hour and sunrise is at 310 degrees longitude advancing westward at 1000 miles per hour, at what longitude will a passenger on the plane see the sun rise? Answer: An eastbound passenger could never see the sun rise because only the pilot can see straight ahead. When Carol and I were pondering that question, we were about half an hour off the French coast (Bay of Biscay) and well into our twenty first sleepless hour. Way too much for old farts like us.
The first leg from Vancouver to Toronto left 30 minutes late but was a piece of cake overall. We had lovely neighbours, great crew and a smooth ride, landing with plenty of time to make our connection.
As it turned out, we needn't have worried because the Rome flight was delayed one hour. Torontonians are weird at airports. They start lining up at the check in counters at least half an hour before the first announcement is made so in our case we stood in lines for almost one and one half hours (because of the delay) before we boarded AND we then were stranded on the tarmac for another half an hour because of heavy traffic caused by construction. The pilot tried his best to make up the delay and did recover a good part of it but we didn't really care anymore cause we had no hard deadlines at that point.
The transit through Fiumicino was uneventful and we easily got a limo to the hotel. When we got there the reception people were surprised to see us because they had booked a limo for us also as per instructions from our travel agent (Tracey had just forgotten to remind us of that little fact) and that driver had called the hotel to basically say we were no-shows. Because we had left the original limo driver in the lurch, we had to pay a 20 euro penalty, half the fare, so no biggie but embarrassing,
Did you know that the island of Corsica has fantastic snow-capped mountains?
Anyway, we're now in our hotel near Rome's airport having just finished  a nice light supper and longing for a good night's sleep hoping to dream of tiramisu at our favourite cafe in Venice called, improbably, Cafe India.
More tomorrow, after we are introduced to our ship.