Running for my life.. is definitely worth it.

Finalmente! I have arrived to the Motherland... once again. Let me just say, it wasn't easy getting here. The morning of Wednesday the 10th- my mother's birthday in fact :) Cam took me to the airport.. bright and early. It was my first time flying alone, and I needed to make it across the world, solo! So after I adjusted my luggage to be suitable for take off, (AKA- Cam and I rummaging through one bag emptying things into the other in order to fix the weight problem.) I was ready to go. On my way to JFK- I sat in between two very different strangers. The young man on my left was a dancer on his way to perform in NYC, the woman on my right was a middle aged professor, who was asleep the whole time. If I may add, I was 1st place FOUR times on the "inflight trivia" game! If you have played it, then you know how ridiculously hard the questions are. Yes, you should be veryyy proud. :)

Well unfortunately, our plane took 30 xtra minutes to land! Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but my flight to Milan departed in 20 minutes! I'm waiting to get off the dang plane, as the dancer boy next to me is trying to get through all of the passengers to get to the bathroom for an "emergency". Of course, the flight attendants send him back to his seat.. to be honest, I felt worse for him than my situation, ha!) So finally, I get off the plane and I immediately ask for help to find my gate. They point me to the direction of a shuttle I need to take. Shuttle? In my mind, I am thinking how in the WORLD am I going to make it to my gate in ten minutes. Of course it doesn't help that the women working at the airport were witches in disguise.. well maybe one wasn't in disguise ;) The shuttle comes, and of course we are driven around the whole airport twice before arriving to the gate. I literally am running up the stairs, and through half of the airport to find GATE 5. I am panicking, and my phone is almost dead. What will I do if I miss the flight? How will I get a hold of anybody for help? Finally I reach my gate. The doors are shut, not a soul around.. except one woman in the corner who noticed my anxiety. She asked, Are you going to Milan? Yes yes ! I replied, with a little bit of tears behind my voice. A man finally came that worked there, and I told him, holding back my tears, that I NEED to be on that plane. I explained that my plane was late, and I ran all the way there. He made some calls, and about 3 minutes later he opened the doors and sent me through the gate. I can't even tell you how hard I prayed that I would get on that plane. It was like a scene out of a movie! I texted my parents who were waiting with anticipation to see if I'd make it, all I said was "Phew." Lucky me.

The flight to Milan wasn't too bad, I watched about 4 movies, as the guy to the right of me just stared at me the whole time.

First time flying alone: very.. interesting.

Well, SONO QUI! I am here, and I have loved my first couple of days. Yesterday, We went to the Military base in the city of Vicenza. It was like little America! I have never been to one before, so it was a really great experience for me. We ate lunch with some of the troops who had just returned from being in Afghanistan for a year. It was very cool to see all of them and how they live in the base.

Ecco ci qua. I am so excited for these next two months here in Italia. I hope that I will be able to help the people here, learn the language better and strengthen my testimony.

Today I can definitely say, La Vita e Bella.