Zurich Travel Blog› entry 25 of 25 › view all entries
Well it's officially over. It still seems surreal. I'm in Zurich right now because my original flight to Frankfurt was delayed indefinitely. I hate airline strikes. But I guess it's okay because now I can say I've been to Switzerland.
Okay, back to being sad. I spent my last day in Florence doing homework and packing. I hate how I didn't really get to say goodbye to it. then I was rushing this morning to get to the airport on time. I just wanted to sit in a cafe with a cappuccino and people watch. I also wanted to practice my Italian one last time.
The farewell dinner last night was perfect. We ate at a Trattoria near St. Lorenzo Church. The food was great, the wine was better and the company I was in was flawless.
Towards the end of the evening toasts were made. Hannah started it off, thanking Tony and Axel for an amazing trip. I wish Stewart would have been there. The moment Hannah started talking, the tears came. Most of us were wiping our eyes. It was hard to not get emotional. tony was truly amazing. I can't imagine trying to get around this country without "Papa Tony." He has such great job. He said it has its good and bads: you get to see the world, but it is a constant flow of "hi's" and "bye's." That would get tiring after a while. But we had an amazing group and I think it will be hard for Tony to forget us.
Walking back to the apartment, I tried not to think about the fact that I may never see some of these people ever again.
It'll be interesting to see where everyone ends up. And it will be even more interesting to see if life brings us all back together someday. A reunion would be so much fun.
It's so hard to constantly be with a group of people for a solid five weeks and then just dispurse. Who knows when I'll see Gigi or Amanda or Laura or Leah or Merlita or Bre or Amanda ever again. I like to think we'll be able to see each other again, but that's hard to get together. I try not to think about it too much because it's too hard. Why can't great moments last forever in reality instead of lasting forever in memory?
I haven't had a good long cry over leaving yet, but I'm sure it's coming. I think it'll really hit me when I'm back in the States and everything is normal again. I think that's what I'm afraid of most, is being normal. I don't want to be normal. I've experienced something few people get to experience. It's so great but it's hard at the same time because people just don't get it. It's hard to explain it to other poeple who haven't gone through it. You can look at videos and pictures all you like, but it's not the same.
Maybe I"ll just run away, marry a foreign man and be done with it all. Okay, maybe not, but I can still dream.