I sat crammed in my seat. Stupid “jumbo” jet. Plugged into my iPod, volume turned all the way up; I bluntly ignored the stupid attendant at the front of the plane telling everyone the safety precautions. This time I could feel the warm tears easily fall down my cheeks. I quickly shut my eyes tight and instantly his face appeared where the darkness should be. A month ago I made a promise to my best friend that I wouldn’t come to Italy and find “love at first sight”. That was just some myth that only happened in movies like Euro Trip or books. No, I was better than some silly romantic fantasy. Oh! And the most ironic, the most rich part of this whole experience? He was Canadian! Not Italian at all. I have a chance, hope bubbles inside of me because I was going back to the States. Back to my home and he is only a few hundred miles above me! More than a few hundred miles actually. More than a thousand probably. He lives in the middle of Canada and I live in Texas. Gripping at my jacket, I drifted to sleep.