Here I am. We’re at cruising altitude out of Cincinnati, en route to JFK airport in New York. I’m starting my European adventure once again — part deux, abridged. I’m off for a week in Berlin, where I’m visiting the city that I’ve been studying from afar. This trip will be much different than my three-day whirlwind tour a little over a year ago, when I visited Berlin while studying in Luxembourg at Miami’s Dolibois European Center for the semester. There will be no eight-hour train ride, no huge backpacks, no reassurance of being with people I know.
Nope, it’s me and a group of 13 strangers for an entire week.
It will be nice to be in Europe again. I can close my eyes and see it, feel it — the cobblestone, the sound of unfamiliar languages.
So right now I’m looking out the window (I love window seats) at white clouds for miles and miles. I’ve missed traveling. We’ll be in JFK in about an hour. I’ve never been to New York and I’m a bit excited, even if it is just the airport.
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