The Airplane Ride Back

My adventures from New York have been squeezed onto paper until there was only pulp to my eyes. So begins the airplane ride back to Washington. On the subway there I appreciated the heat as hard as I could for I knew in Washington it would be rainy and cold. There were some rude people on the subway yelling at each other and swearing in public. When we got one the plane, we started eating sandwichs halfway through the ride. My mom loves bagles but hers was a really bad breakfast bagel, while I had a mouth watering buritto. My mom kept making really big gestures to get the burrito. In the end "just one bite" turned out to be half the burrito. The leather seats are still comfortable. Before I knew it we were in Washington. The cold of Washington came over me and I shivered. I forgot what it was like to be cold in New York.