Walked off the airplane into the heat of summer, down to the baggage claim and gathered my bags, then mysteriously walked to the customs checkpoint waited in line, they looked at my passport then waived me on without a stamp. Wait, what the heck man? I want a stamp. This could be bad, that means they won’t know when I arrived? It’s not really my fault is it that they didn’t stamp me, and just waived me through. Perhaps it’s the new passport? I am pretty sure if the government wanted to know my whereabouts they could trace my whereabouts. Correct? Well if it’s a problem later down the road I hope I don’t sweat too much.
So here I am, Rome, an epicenter of Europe, or so they say. The first thing I noticed was that people love coffee shops, and espresso here is delicious. So like most of my travels, once I get somewhere I like to just sit and soak up the environment and gather myself. After all it was a pretty long flight over here. So I found a cafe in the airport. I found a seat and ordered from the waiter a double espresso.
As I sat there I smiled and looked around. I made it. So now what? Well I toast to you Drew and all my p about my choice to pick up and take a leap of faith. As I sipped me espresso and looked around the airport at all the international travelers I said aloud this is going to be some journey. Cheers to life.