Everyone is going everywhere. Costa Rica, Colombia, Argentina, Dominican Republic, God knows where. I look outside the sunny window and people line up for taxis to Logan. My flight is later and simpler. I am off to London for the week. Hopefully B. will pick me up from the tube station as I doubled my bags filling them with winter jackets that I hope I won't be needing anymore in Boston. And then there is a far far away chance that Francesco might recognise me. Or maybe not. But I will be so annoying to him the next 5 days that he will HAVE to recognise me before he is off to is outage in Milan! Or at least I hope so!
I am sorry in a way that I am not joining the girls in Colombia but at the same time I start wanting to go home more and more. It is sad that after all B. won't be home but I guess that means I will spend some time with myself, which sometimes is a really good idea.
I am off now, taking off soon!
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