Gino Goes Home

Poor Gino. Today was the day we would be parting ways. He had to return to work while we would stay on at cousins Gianni and Donatella’s for another five days. Despite the hefty fee, I was relieved we had decided to change our tickets to come home earlier than originally planned; at this point in the trip, two more weeks sounded far too long. We would make this change when we got to the airport.

At the airport, it was all too soon time to walk with Gino to the security gate and say goodbye. We watched him go through the line — no problems. At the other side, he put on his shoes and with a wave and one last look back, disappeared.

Gino, wishing he could have brought some of this
through U.S. Customs


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