There is something very strange about seeing Brunelleschi’s dome out of the airplane window. Brunelleschi's Il Duomo from an airplane window Please, I just want to get off. The thought repeated monotonously through my head as our plane flew slowly over Britain. I was curled up, scrunched, and twisted in my seat. My classmate in front of me had her seat leaned down back into my knees. Cheap pasta sat cold on my tray along with a full cup of orange…something—thinking of food