A Piu Tardi, America!

My last American meal: 1/2 of a ginormous Loaded BBQ prok potato from Dixie Bones! Huzzah! Mooooolto Beeeene! This award-winning eatery used to be located on Capitol Hill in DC, where it developed a large and loyal following. It's now thriftily located off of Route 1 in Northern Virginia, a conveninet 2 minute drive from my brother's house. Thanks for lunch, Dad!

Despite this rather momentous transition, I wasn't able to really concentrate on the excitement of Spannocchia (separate from the rush of leaving Louisville, flashing through DC, etc) until about the same time that I arrived at the airport. The flip-flop of my stomach could have had something to do with my Dad's testing of my car's new brakes on the ride to Dulles (HOW did we NOT ram that cement truck??) - he wasn't messing around in getting me there in good time! We joined the cars spilling towards the color-coded terminals, and I glanced up at the blue sky, the huge American flag waving in slow motion.....buzz buzz buzz in the air, flip flip flip in my stomach. A Italia!

I sat for about an hour at my gate, observing the obvious signs of being in the new company of Europeans already: darker skin tones, various languages being spoken, overwhelming fashion sense (by some), but moreover, that guy in the bright yellow pants. How I longed to sit next to HIM! :-)

And I wondered: what will I do tomorrow? What will I eat?