It doesn't seem possible that I remember watching the airplane flying very fast past the very tip of Cornwall, and even turning my head as far as possible to take one more last look at the land of my ancestors, quickly it was gone, lost to my eyes and buried under clouds and fleeting memories. I had to cling onto every second until we were out into the Atlantic Ocean and far away from the people, places, and events that captured my heart and soul.
Newqyay flight of 11:15 AM was delayed an hour, but I'd cleverly given myself 4 hours to arrive at Gatwick with a 4:35 PM departure to JFK arriving at 7:35 PM EST.
With a final authentic Cornish Pasty in my belly to see me homeward bound, I felt sadness because I knew I'd never return, and what I'd experienced, would have to satisfy my thirst for discovering the ancient roots of my ancestors. I hope that it has.
