Flying home is always en enriching experience.
Now, besides observing the different kinds of people flying to Milan, Rome or Naples (omg), there's a lot of learning about the world.
For example, landing in Linate today was like landing in a parallel universe. It was not the Linate I'd known for years. Where were all my shops? Where was the big café? I did not even have to re-do the security checks when on transit. Did I get stuck in some kind of Abre los ojos situation?
One thing is certain though: even in this parallel universe, there are parents not missing a single hand waving of their offsprings, jumping at the minimal suspicion of a potential wish on the verge of being formulated. Usually they are sitting next to you.
