The city lights of Atlanta are hazy below the condensation on the window and pinpricks further off. A stewardess speaks French first then translates into English when giving the departure announcements. Every few minutest my stomach lurches as we climb more hundreds of feet. A light like a small moon in the distance follows us at the end of the airplane wing. I especially like seeing the neighborhoods with orange pools cast by the streetlights almost connecting but not quite.
Sat next to a woman who hails from Atlanta - had many Ga connections (her daughter studied nursing in Milledgeville). She gave me her daughter's contact info should I want to get some details about getting out of Barcelona to this posh-sounding beach. She was holding a rosary throughout take-off. She and her recent husband are going bicycling in Provance. She advocated getting out of the big city.
Sat next to a woman who hails from Atlanta - had many Ga connections (her daughter studied nursing in Milledgeville). She gave me her daughter's contact info should I want to get some details about getting out of Barcelona to this posh-sounding beach. She was holding a rosary throughout take-off. She and her recent husband are going bicycling in Provance. She advocated getting out of the big city.
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