A little catch-up

Wow. It has been so long since I even thought about publishing ANYTHING on this blog. I need to catch you all up on my flight back home...etc.

So, April 29th, was the last day in Ascoli for Britney, Britney and myself. We were traveling home together and had to say our goodbyes to our little city. We took our last italian classes and had lunch with our group for the last time. When all of us finally made it down to the bistro under our school, we were met with a surprise!
Piero, the man who owns the bistro, had a whole goodbye lunch set up for us!There were literally 10 different dishes that just kept getting magically refilled.
After lunch we all said our final goodbyes and it was so sad. Haha. Everyone was just running around hugging. I had to run after that because I needed to get all my final things packed up and ready for the 2:30 bus to Rome. Right before I got on the bus to leave my roommate Christine and Molly and Mollie showed up to make their FINAL FINAL goodbyes. I got yelled at by the bus driver because I was taking too long. :)

Briteny, Britney and I took the three hour bus into Rome since our flight was leaving the next day around 10:30. Giorgio met up with us at the bus station and took us out for dinner with his wife Danilla and his daughter Giorgia. We went back to the really good pizza place that he brought me to with my parents when they were in Rome.

I said my goodbyes to Giorgia and Danilla after that and Giorgio left us off at the hotel. The next morning he dropped us off and the airport and true to Britney Weaver's style, she went to give him the double kiss and went to the wrong side first....AGAIN. She always ends up smooching people on the lips. Oh b-weaves...

Our plane was delayed, but we eventually made it on after chit chatting with one of those elderly tour groups. The flight back went smoothly and before I knew it, we were beginning our descent into Boston. When the pilot told us this over the PA, I started crying.....hahaha. I dont know why, I just wanted to stay on the plane and go back to Rome.

We landed and then went to look for our luggage, and just when we thought the fun was over for our trip, there was a drug bust in the luggage claim area! YES! hahaha. When we walked through the door from baggage claim to our families (and by families, in my case i mean Mike Burke), and said our goodbyes, it really hit me. I was home. No more pizzas from il teatro, no more trips to San Benedetto or Roma. No more little italian children to teach English. I was done with all of the art and narrow allies with cobblestones. No more tabaccherias and old italian men asking me if i want to go get a cafe.

I was back in the USA, but nothing would be "just like it was" before. I would see everything in a different way now. A trip like the one I took really changes a person.