When the morning dawned at San Francisco Airport, we were first in line to check in for our flight back to Palm Springs. Arrived there at 9-something.
For those of you who have never flown into or out of Palm Springs, it is a nice, small, manageable airport. I love flying out of there rather than Ontario or (God forbid) LAX. It is really picturesque to fly into, especially on a clear day.
So, we were really glad to see the familiar landscape of the desert as we landed.
Even though it was a bittersweet homecoming, we were glad to be home. Italy was spectacular, though, and we have a lot of wonderful memories.