Tomato or Tomotto?

A little thrill on the way to the airport:

We'd mapped out the route using Google Maps the night before our return home to the USA so we could find the most efficient way to get to Malpensa airport in Milan, Italy. My nephew, Boro, knew all the traps. He knew exactly where traffic would be tied up at 7:30 Thursday morning and he knew exactly how long it would take to get there.

About fifteen minutes into the drive, through fog and chilly air, he said, "It's weird that you'd be flying out of Malpensa just to get to Paris. Malpensa is mostly for international flights."

Deborah pulls out the boarding pass. "Yeah, that is weird isn't it?" she says. She looks at the boarding pass. The boarding pass says Linate airport.

"Oops," we say in unison.

Plotting our course to Malpensa the night before departure.