8:19 AM. Pointies. "Fly to WAR-za-tay, Morocco," says Rob, and he's... getting close. He got that first syllable, which is the doozy. Rob calmly explains that the race is "helping [him] grow," because at times, he's figured out that he needs to "breathe and calm down." If only one person a year could figure that out, then the race wouldn't be in vain for nothing, as they say. Kim says that he's beginning to figure out that "you can't control everything," and if you can't, then you don't need to get upset about it. I'm not sure she's the pastoral picture of mental health that she presents herself to be in this conversation, but she's doing her best, I think. She calmly coaxes him into getting their car in gear on the way to the airport, so that's a good sign. I'm telling you, I normally hate bickering couples, and I know that's how they were cast, but I've never developed any real dislike of them at all. Things that are almost always bullshit -- "we knock heads because we're both competitive," and so forth -- have some kind of ring of truth for me with these people, and it probably means I'm ruined, but whatever. I hope you feel good about yourself.

The BQs park their car at the airport, having edged ahead of the A(AM!)s while the guys were taking care of navigation. They go inside. They talk to a random airport-wandering guy who tells them to get a flight through Milan, and indeed, a ticket lady tells them that there is a flight from Milan to Casablanca. They should know, she stresses, that the connection in Milan will be tight, but they'll get to Casablanca by 3:00. "This is about as tight a connection as you can have," a BQ notes. They happily get their tickets without, apparently, checking on the route to the ultimate destination, which would seem to be a fairly obvious question, unless you have predetermined that you should fly through Milan, which... why? Because Some Airport Guy said so? If he told you to have the tuna salad, would you do that too? Baaaa! Baaaa!