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January 5, 2008
Jetlag Brief
Sunset; Tuscany, Italy
So, we're back. We didn't get home that late last night and scored an easy mass-transit trip on the AirTrain, A train and even the B61. It's nice to be home. Well, kind of.
For several hours en route to New York our plane flew into a perpetual sunset. The sky remained a brilliant mix of yellow and pink and deep, deep blue and it felt as though we were suspended in time. I stared into that infinity for a long while, almost unaware that we were speeding back to to the real life left behind eight days before.
Long flights home heading east are always kind of difficult. Normally, the tiredness that comes with being awake for twenty-four hours is tempered by my arrival home. There is a certain thrill to the lights of Long Island, Queens, Brooklyn...and just the glimpse of Manhattan...popping into view as the plane tilts into its descent toward JFK. I will admit to a bit of that giddiness, though it was mostly part of the relief that our Delta flight was over. Mostly, though, my bland reaction to our return is because I was not ready to leave. Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that I was just not ready to come home.
Now despite whatever baggage might be tied to those statements, one underlying fact is that not being ready to return is a sign of some kind of wonderful trip. Our first few days were spent in a house on the hillside in Tuscany with family- a much needed and cherished time for us all. At the tail end of our trip, Alexis and I went to Rome on our own. Both pieces of the trip were wonderful. I still cannot shake the smell of woodstoves from my sensory memory. All cities should make you smell like a fireplace at the end of the day.
More to come as this jetlag wears off and our cats stop whining every time we leave the room. I will say, however, that our flight home was punctuated by three main factors- a glass of wine that a stewardess spilled on Alexis' lap one hour into the trip, approximately thirty high school orchestra members and Lindsay Lohan.
Posted by callalillie at January 5, 2008 8:18 AM | Introspect
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OMG. La Lohan? So jealous! 30 band members? Not so much. Though, in Florence, when we went to the Uffizi, we got stuck behind a massive group of schoolchildren. Now, THAT was annoying.
Posted by: Nancy at January 5, 2008 10:08 AM
These kids were remarkably well behaved- though I suspect they were probably more hyper on the way to Rome than on the way back. I had no idea Lindsay Lohan was on the flight and was completely oblivious to the myriad of teenaged girls exclaiming "OMG, it's totally her!" It wasn't until we were at the baggage claim that I squinted across the conveyor belt and asked Lex why Lindsay Lohan was waiting for her own baggage.
Posted by: corie at January 5, 2008 10:22 AM
Yeah, especially after the press has been going to town with the unfortunate young woman's baggage for years...
I feel for her. She took a swig of New Year's champagne in Italy and they were all over her like a cheap suit.
Posted by: Jen at January 5, 2008 1:03 PM
