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31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 29 - Flying Home

 It was a pleasant surprise to see our ride to the airport waiting for us in the hotel lobby. It was an even more pleasant surprise to see that we'd be riding to the airport in a Mercedes! It was one last chance to see Rome and we got see a different side of it, a more suburban side.

We navigated customs and check in and then found out our flight was delayed for over an hour. We finally get the go ahead to board the plane and it was the strangest system ever. We lined up according to our group then were directed to an escalator. Down the stairs we went and that's where we realized that the groups were useless. We waited as we were put on buses like cattle and driven to the plane. Our biggest fear was that there would be no overhead storage by the time we got to our seats but the luggage gods were with us and we were able to store our bags full of souvenirs.

Our next stop was Washington D.C. Several of the people on our plane were in danger of missing their connections so since we had a couple of hours to spare, we let people go ahead of us both at customs and in the line for security. As departure time got closer, we kept looking at the window for signs of a plane. One finally showed up and we were on the last leg of our adventure.

I did not kiss the ground when we landed but I think I did tell my house that I'd missed her while I was gone. I wouldn't trade the last three weeks for anything but there is no place like home.


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