*Caterina*
Well, it was official. Our beautiful trip to Florence had finally come to a close as we all felt the graceful touchdown of the plane's wheels hit the airstrip. As nice of a trip as it turned out to be, I was happy to be home again.
I felt a slight sadness I hadn’t anticipated. Florence was just as beautiful as I remembered it. I knew, deep down, that I was going to miss the gorgeous art galleries and the breathtaking architecture. But California was home… my true home.
Excluding the business side of our trip, I was excited to sit down with my mom and tell her about everything Elio and I had done while we were away. But at the moment, all I really wanted most was to return to our apartment and rest.
“Are you ready?” Elio asked me.
I turned my head to glance out the window one final time. Two black cars were already waiting for us outside, it seemed.
