My sister Mattea––who I'd subtly been trying to convince to go to Italy for about three years now––is going to Italy to study at the same school I did four years ago. What's more, her friend Mikaela is going with her, which actually didn't surprise me that much.
Then someone figured out that the airport diner had a glass wall that bordered the departure area, so everyone rushed in there and pressed themselves up against the glass waving at the three of them.
At any rate, I hope they have an awesome, life-changing three months over there.
They're probably somewhere over the Atlantic this evening, which in my experience is a good place to be––a long as you're headed in the right direction.