Italian mystery
So I’ve wanted to go to Italy since … well, since I can remember. And my parents have always told me I could go sometime.
A few months ago, my parents got invited to a meeting in Rome. Usually, they say no to that sort of international trip because of school and everything, and my mom was leaning toward saying no this time too. My dad saved me, though, so I’m finally going to get to go.
Except for one thing … I’m going to be gone for a week and a half, and I have absolutely no clue what I’m going to be doing. My dad wants to surprise me, so all I know is that I’m going to be getting on a plane at 5:30 in Chicago tomorrow, and I’m going to land in Rome. After that … no clue. It’s a mystery.
I’m excited. Really excited. I’ll let you guys know what I’m up to if I can find an Internet cafe. Hopefully I’ll come back alive and in one piece. Either way, miss me! See you guys in 10 days.
Devika Bagchi