On the plane.
Off the plane.
On the plane again.
A new plane.
This time for 8 hours. When we land in the next airport, in a new country. We are going to drive for 2 more hours. 2 more long, hot hours in a cramped car, in a country I've never been to. Seeing sights I've never seen before, and probably never will again.
Once we reach our final destination. A sense of relief floods me. Until we see the stairs.
We will have to climb over 500 of them in order to get to our apartment. When were there. I collapsed onto the couch.
We've made it.
We've made it to a small town.
We've made it to Camogli, Italy.
Oh, I hope you'll tell more of this adventure in Camogli, after resting!
ReplyDeleteWas there an elevator if so why didn't you take it?
ReplyDeleteI love the suspense you included and the part about on and off and on and off planes.
ReplyDeleteSound like a fun but tiring trip! I like how you didn't tell us where you were until the end. Nice slice!
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