With the plane leaving Roma internationally at 9:50, our group of six students returning on the same flights had to be at the airport way early. I woke up before six, which meant five hours of sleep and a long, twenty-four hour day ahead of me. Jeff had arranged a bus for us to get to the airport, and that left at 6:30. We arrived, got checked in and all that jazz, and I found two chocolate muffins for breakfast, the last things I would pay for in euros.
We boarded a little late, but I was doing fine, so I was happy. Whenever we were on the plane coming to Italy, all I did was ask for water whenever the attendants walked by so I wouldn’t get a headache, and as long as that didn’t happen, I was good to fly. The plane took off, then I listened to music on the personal sound system for most of the flight. When I used my own headphones, the quality was perfectly fine.
The flight was long, but each one got shorter. The layover from Newark to Chicago was perfect, and customs didn’t take all that long, and I got a solid lunch, even though we had been served a meal and snack on the international flight. I think I fell asleep for a half hour on the second flight, which was helpful. Then, the Chicago to Omaha flight was the fastest and easiest, knowing that it was the last flight I’d have to take in a long while.
All in all, I have to think that I’ll return to Italy some day, for however long. We may have explored the entire country, but there were a few places left to see. They’d be of less architectural and historical significance, of course, but I find it hard to believe that I’ll never go back. It’s just too perfect of a place to forget.