October 9, 2007-L'aquila, is not difficult to get to, unless of course you've gone through the wormhole of trans-Atlantic flight, countless airports, plane and time changes, body contortions in a 2 ft cubical space next to strangers, trains and buses and have now arrived in medieval Italy. In a stupor, my computer says it's 8:30 a.m. somewhere in the Colorado Rockies and my Italian cell phone reads 6:30 p.m.