August 9, 2010
Fly away home
On Saturday, Just like every day for past seven weeks, I woke up in Holzkirchen, Germany.
I went over to Rebecca’s for a good workout…
Which, thanks to my constant companion, the rain, wasn’t actually so good.
But, a breakfast with an unnecessary amount of Nutella seemed to make up for it.
Then, just like I did eight weeks ago, I drove out to the airport, cleared customs and boarded a painfully long flight across the Atlantic.
I consumed some mystery meal, something to the tune of pineapple salsa, corny-mush, fresh fruit and salad.
Nine bright and sunny hours later, I was officially over North America.
Just like in early June, the plane I was riding safely landed on the ground.
I turned on my phone…
And actually got service.
I looked out the window…
And saw American soil.
Then I endured my six-hour layover with a little help from my friend, coffee.
But then, unlike anything I’ve done in the past two months, I actually went home.
How sweet it is.