07.26.07

I Knew I Was Home

Posted in culture, travel at 5:45 am

Our flight to Ancona was completely normal. No lost luggage. No bumpy flights. No missed connections. After another round of goodbyes at the airport, it was as if we all, at the same time, realized we were going home.

As we waited to get off the airplane in Ancona, I first noticed the change when the stewardess opened the airplane door. The rush of hot, Italian air hit me and it was just different somehow. I knew I was home. I smiled as I rode in the taxi going to my house and realized the driver never started the meter - a good way to rip off an inexperienced foreigner. I quickly asked him how much he was going to charge, and thus avoided a suprise later. I knew I was home. As I sat in my living room last night, enjoying the cool breeze coming in the window, I heard a noisy scooter drive down our street. I knew I was home.

And it feels really good.

4 Comments »

  1. SQJTaipei said,

    07.26.07 at 10:13 am

    Welcome home!
    I know what you are feeling…
    Bless you all.
    Scott

  2. SQJTaipei said,

    07.26.07 at 10:16 am

    And an Italian just won the TdF stage 17.

  3. Ryan said,

    07.26.07 at 10:56 pm

    Hey Bro,

    Congrats on being home. You sound more like yourself.

    I am so happy for you,

    Ryan

  4. Josh_Furnal said,

    07.26.07 at 11:54 pm

    nice, gotta love those scooters!

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