Almost a week later than I expected, and a little worse for the wear, but I made it home.
All of my flights arrived on time and no border agents tried to deport me so overall my return trip was a success, but I feel like I spent a day on the Typhoid Express. As soon as I got on the plane I could hear all the sniffles and when I sat in my middle seat (ugh) I could actually smell the sickness on the kid to my right. From now on I am bringing a surgical mask with me when I fly, I don’t care if I look ridiculous, I am sick of ingesting other people’s germs.
I also have a strong suspicion that our pilot was drunk (or having war flashbacks) because we would ascend and descend rapidly for no reason throughout the flight. I was searching my bag for something to throw up in when I heard a lady behind moaning that she was about to vomit, strangely this made me feel a little better. Luckily we both made it without revisiting our lunches.
I had a window seat for my final flight into Venice. I am always on the wrong side of the plane when I fly into Venice so I never get to see the city (you want to be on the right side of the plane when facing the cockpit), but the views of the Alps were beautiful.