If I've had a lifelong crush it's the airport. The energy, rush and excitement I feel whenever I approach any airport only increases once I get inside. To be frank I didn't think I'd get to go anywhere this year, the twists and turns of the year had me hoping to catch my breath enough to plan for 2016. But lo and behold I found myself in Rome for 5 days. The journey to Rome made me feel like a child again in the sense that I experienced what I'm going to call bliss all the way there. I won't say that this feeling went uninterrupted as Air Canada's food (and lack thereof) always makes me, my taste buds and stomach question life itself. More than that traveling to Italy as a black woman made me a little antsy. Europe is no stranger to racism, it only takes one history book to come to this conclusion. Furthermore watching these perspectives from black Italians did nothing to ease my mind. This isn't new or revealing to me, take the manner through which airport security handles white and minority passengers. With not so random, random searches and stares laced with curiosity and suspicion only thrown at the latter with consistency. I'll talk more about this soon with more depth as far as my perspective on my whole stay. These are a few snapshots I took in transit, and on the ground before succumbing to a jetlag fueled nap. As always more to come.