Expectation: A seamless Olympic dream.
Reality: Standing at a snowy border in Switzerland, staring at a sign that says “Müstair, cunfin” and wondering where on earth the bus is. 🚌❄️
Planning for the most spread-out Games in history was a trip. Between the “Milano shuffle,” soggy venue burgers, and an official website that had the urgency of a sloth, I had to outsource my brain to Gemini.
We traded AI sass for actual intelligence, bypassed the Milano Centrale madness, and found a “secret” bus stop thanks to some very kind Americans.
Moral of the story? AI can give you the map, but you still have to be the one to jump off the bus. Literally.
