A surprise visit.

Today I walked around Termini for a while, trying to find the right McDonald's where I was supposed to meet my Grandma. I waited for 30 minutes (because I was early) at one of them, but when 4:30 rolled around and she didn't come, I decided to check for another. Two McDonald's later, there she was. I hugged her tight and sat down and I asked her how her flight was. "It was great! It was really great. But ever since I left Indianapolis there's been this guy following me around and making sure I get everywhere on time." I was trying to listen and understand but I was really confused as to who in the world would be following my Grandma around. Then, from the corner of my eye I see this guy walk up. He put what I assumed was some sort of flier down in front of me. As I turn to see who it is, I realize it's my dad! "What?! No!!!" And I leaped up to hug him and of course started bawling. I was so thrilled. I don't think it could have been a better surprise.
The thing he put down on the table in front of me was an old picture of the two of us that I sent him a while ago with a sticky note attached that said, "Missing you! Love, Jess." Next to it he had put today's date and written, "Me too. Love, Dad."


It's been such a nice day ever since then. I walked them to their hotel, which is incredible. I'm gonna have to be spending a lot of time there considering the view and the bath tub. Dad's staying until we leave for Vienna on Monday and I think it's going to be a really fun week.
It's a downer to have school all day tomorrow, but I'm meeting them between classes at Castel Sant'Angelo.

It feels different after seeing my family. I feel like this place is a little more like home. I feel a little more settled in. But it also makes me miss home a lot more. As Spencer said, "it's just a snack to hold you over until dinner."