There's No Place Like Home

We have been home for almost a week and I have answered "How was your trip?" more than I can count. Our last days in the land of pasta were amazing! Granted I was tired and ready to come home, but seeing the Colosseum, Trevi Fountain, Pantheon, and Spanish Steps in just a few hours was mind blowing.

The day of travel was interesting to say the least. The flight from Rome to Montreal was amazingly easy. Plenty of good movies to choose from and really good food (never thought I'd say that). There was a huge line at customs and a couple of snafoos, but we all made it. As soon as we got to Chicago, I made it a point to get McDonalds. Then we walked to literally the other side of the airport to find our gate to Lincoln. This is where my mood took a notable turn. It had already been a long day, but that was the airport that made it feel like the day was never ever going to end. Ever. All I could think about was how good it would feel to be at home finally.

I loved every minute of Italy, but as soon as I got back I knew exactly what I missed. I obviously missed my family and friends, but beyond that. The U.S. offers such a variety in the food that it's really hard to get sick of a certain thing unless you purposely have it every day. Then just by the mere fact of how much land there is, we have so much more space. These are only a couple of things I noticed, but I do know that while this trip helped me appreciate another culture. It also helped me appreciate my own culture.

There's no place like home.
Where ever your home is.
Mine happens to be Lincoln, Nebraska.
And you know what they say...
There's no place like Nebraska!

It's been real Italy and I'll miss ya, but ciao for now!
Love,
Caitie