The plane doors open and a rush of thick air hits me right on the face.
It doesn't feel heavy, though. It feels… ALIVE!
I breathe it in and let it fill my lungs before letting it out.
“Oh my God, breathe that in!” Zara yells from behind me, taking a huge, dramatic gulp of air as well.
“That’s the smell of no f*****g problems!”
I can’t even help but laugh. She’s right. It smells like flowers and freedom. It’s not like the city air back home.
We walk down the white steps of the plane onto the tarmac, and the sun is so bright it makes me squint my eyes.
I can already feel my shoulders relaxing. I didn't even know they were that tensed.
A shiny yellow car is already waiting for us, and a driver in a simple white shirt and black cap holds the door open for us.
"Thank youuuu," I squea
