Our flight out of Rome was uneventful.
This was our first time on Alitalia. Our coach seats were kind of cramped for space and the food was sub-par… you’d think an Italian airline could produce a credible pasta dish in coach (Delta does!). But, I digress.
We arrived in Miami around 5pm, and I drove home from there… despite the late hour on the body clock. Actually, I felt surprisingly good, and Mom kept me company. Libby and Emerson did what I expected — slept more than half the way home. 
P.S. For those of you following along at home, I only posted the last days of this trip in June… while en route to London. What can I say? Better late than never.