Touching Down In Rome The Next Morning
I slept soundly through the night, waking only when the pilot announced our descent. The landing gear deployed with a mechanical thud as the Italian coastline appeared below.
We touched down gently on the tarmac at Fiumicino Airport just as the sun began to rise. The flight had been incredibly smooth, a far cry from the turbulence of my personal life.
We taxied to the gate, and I unbuckled my belt, ready to step onto foreign soil.