Early in the morning, my friend Christie (I was maid of honor at her wedding, but that's another story) drops off David, Geri, and me at the airport. I'm nervous about my trip. It seems like Poggibonsi is so far away and that getting there will be so complicated. I try not to think about it. I've packed Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes and It's Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life by Lance Armstrong (which will be called "Lance's book" for all eternity) to keep my mind occupied during the trip.
The first leg of the journey is uneventful. I'm too engrossed in Lance's book to even notice what movies they're showing on the plane. When my flight arrives at Dulles airport in Washington, D.C., I grab a quick lunch and keep reading Lance's book. On the flight over to Frankfurt, I keep reading Lance's book.
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