To be ... or not

There's this volcanic ash thing that threatens our flight to Venice this Friday. We keep checking the extent of the ash cloud. Will it reach Venice? Will we be on that cruise? Ash gets sucked in the jets, melts at 1100 degrees, clogs the jet engine ... then stalls? Apparently, a plane can drop below the ash and restart the engines. They've relaxed the conditions for flying in ash. Maybe we're good to go, eh? We went to Greece on our 25th wedding anniversary. This'll be our 50th anniversary. That pain in the ash wouldn't dare interrupt. Would it?