We woke to a crystal clear sky; the Alps gave us one last show before we left. Nico came to pick us up and made the hour-long drive to bring us to the Milan airport.
I sat in the front with Nico, rather silent. I am looking forward to being home again, but I will miss my cousins, my aunts, the landscape, the warmth of the people and the food more than I want to think about right now.
At one point during the drive, Maia had her body turned entirely toward the window. She was looking out at the mountains and she had tears in her eyes. When we asked her what was wrong, she began to cry and told us how much she was going to miss the mountains. I would venture a guess that she will also miss all the people she has met and the adventures we've had.
It's a long flight back home, to familiarity and routine. For now I'll rest and begin to enjoy the memories we've created.
1 comment:
these two kids are really cute...you are so lucky^^
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