Ciao

The last bathtub of perfectly creamy, frothy cappuccino. It’ll be back to Dunkin’ tomorrow. It has been great making believe I’m a Marchessa. I’ve been so obsessed with the characters AT breakfast, I never showed you breakfast — so elegant.

Coffee in paper cups are gonna be a hard landing.

One last walk through the city and a pass through the supermarket once more.

Andiamo l’aeroporto! Nothing like eating at an Italian airport — no bad choices.

So much better than a pre wrapped turkey sandwich. And the view from Malpensa!

I’m totally satisfied with Emirates, but I don’t get what the buzz is about. We paid $400 round trip, so I have zero complaints, but the food was horrible, the seats did not seem especially generous, and the service was fair, with a half full plane. Maybe I just fly JetBlue too much.

Just a little reality check — the lady next to me claiming luggage was obviously Milanese, and I am obviously American.

Anyway, Global Entry was a breeze, and the TWA hotel is a gift to re entry. Gorgeous, easy, wonderful restaurant, heavenly beds. A great way to re acclimate. I know, I know, I’m not an astronaut, just a vacation traveler…. But still, a soft landing is always nice.

And so my friends, I head out to T5 at JFK to be jostled and hustled and yelled at. I’ll be in Amelia by noon and snuggling my cat, and like the chameleon that I am, I will love every second. Hopefully I will bring back some lovely habits.

The Epilogue will happen, but I need a bit of time to digest. See you on the next adventure!