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| A very happy cat. |
This day full of good-byes began earlier than ever:
Wake-up at 04:30. We’d had to have
our large bags outside the rooms the evening before by 23:00, and assembled to
leave the Hotel Cicerone at 05:30, with brown bag breakfasts. Luigi drove us down to the Da Vinci Airport,
and for all that it was a long, long
day, there’s not much to say about it.
The flights went off without a hitch, from Rome to Atlanta (along the
way I caught my only-ever glimpses of the Mediterranean Sea and the
snow-covered Alps), thence to Dallas, with various groups and individuals peeling
off toward their own destinations (such as the group from south Louisiana and
the pair from Little Rock) along the way, and then the final long bus-ride
home, arriving back in Natchitoches at about 01:30 on what was properly
Thursday 30 October. At which time it was about 07:30 Thursday morning in Rome, and we’d
been traveling approximately 26 hours!
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