Ciao Bella Gelato in Newark’s airport

Quarter to 5:00 New Jersey time. The flight to Milano leaves at 6:35, so I’ve had a bite to eat, wandered up and down the concourse (the most exercise I’ve had in weeks), and will hang out ’til it’s time to board.

I’m rummy, (as Dad always used to say). Tired and foggy -headed from poor sleep these days. I packed all day yesterday, then went to bed at 1:30 in the morning, set the alarm for 2:30 and scrambled around to finish packing. Got to the airport by 5:15 for an uneventful, yet pleasantly chatty ride here to New Jersey.

I’m moving to Italy… Wow. I don’t think it’s quite sunk in yet, and won’t ’til early Thursday, tomorrow, when I arrive at Milano Malpensa Airport and find my way by train to the Cadorna stop near the center of town. I’ll be hearing Italian all around, and it’ll be hot. That ought to be an indicator for me!

The “Ciao Bella Gelato” stand here at the airport felt like an early “welcome home” message.