Italia: Day Fifteen

This morning I got up at 5am so that I could get ready to go to the Milan airport. It was a two hour drive from the hotel in Novellara, so we had to leave early to make it for our eleven o’clock flight. I had to sit next to an older man on the plane, but at least I got a window seat so I was able to sleep and read in peace.

When we rolled into Atlanta it was kind of sad saying goodbye to the group. I'll probably never see most of them again. I kept going on the tram after all of them got off. It’s nice to be alone, but at the same time it’s weird. My flight to Detroit will board soon after though, so I didn't have long to think about.


Truthfully, travelling is great, but it's just good to be home.