The Return

Well I am back from Rome. It was a great trip, but I was ready to return. After 15 hours of flight time, I was exhausted. I am able to sleep on planes, however, I don't get any rest. Does this happen to everyone? While on the plane I read "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn". Pretty good classic. I would suggest it to anyone who asks. That boy sure did live a life.

The return trip was not all that exciting. I reported to Rome's airport a little over three hours in advance, advice received from locals. I found myself to be the only person concerned about my flight. You see, I beat the airline people to the check in counter to check my bags. That wasn't so bad, then I made it through the security, with only minor touching by the big italian guard. Then I waited for my flight. The flight was an 11 hour grueling trek over the northern part of the Atlantic ocean in one of the older planes, so I didn't have my own TV screen to watch, and it was some boring movie they had selected. There was also a young child in the row behind mine. I thought this is going to stink. However, the baby was very well behaved and always smiling. I am wondering if mom gave the child anything for the flight. He seemed very happy. I mean very happy.

As you can tell from this post, it is early Friday morning in the house. I have been up for two hours, unpacking and what not. My dear friend will be dropping off my mail this morning and the ritual of going through and making sure everything is order will begin. I hate that part of the return, Having to shift through three weeks of mail always sucks.

Thats all for now.