four hour layover...

(I am an idiot...this is the second time I'm typing this entry as I navigated from this page and it was gone when I came back...)

Here I am in the Detroit Airport on an obnoxious four hour layover. I have never had a layover going home to Indianapolis period, let alone a four hour layover. Thank God for wireless internet, which I believe should be free in airport waiting areas, but I paid the $6.95 for a 24 hour pass to preserve my sanity nonetheless.

For those of you who don't know, I waited too late to book my flight home (Erica and Kevin are finally getting married--I will be the weeping groomsman in the corner) so the only flight I could afford was a 5:55am flight out of the so-close-yet-still-so-far Westchester County Airport up in White Plains. The busted Metro North train system doesn't have any service that early so Molly agreed to drive me up in Ignacio's cute little car at four this morning--I know, she rocks. Anyway, the point is: The Westchester Airport looks like a suburban high school. It is just one building--a big room with four doors leading out to planes. They're not even foolish enough to call them "terminals" or "gates"... my flight was out of "Door 3". What a riot. I think EVERYONE should fly out of that place once for a good laugh. Especially when you're sleepy that early in the morning. Do it.

I am getting more excited about leaving next Saturday. The timing is no coincidence... I hate New York winters, I am ready to take a sledge hammer to the giant piano, and I just need some space to breathe ("exhale" if you will--see Angela Bassett in black cinema). Not to be ridiculous, but I feel a lot like Diane Lane's character in Under the Tuscan Sun (which I watched for the billionth time the other night and it was completely different). I mean, the Western Carribean is no Tuscany, but I'll take what I can get.

Speaking of things Italian... if you haven't seen The Light in the Piazza, you're totally missing out. It changed my life. I'd like to see it one more time before I leave... hmm...

"It's rushing up
It's pouring out
It's flying through the air
All through the air
Who knows what you call it?
But it's there
It is there

All I see is,
All I want is tearing from inside
I see it,
Now I see it everywhere
It's everywhere
It's everything and everywhere

Fabrizio,
The Light in the Piazza... my love"