Upon returning them, I was able to meet Major’s aunt and uncle. We had some coffee and an afternoon snack of prosciutto wrapped in a buffalo mozzarella that was to die for. It wasn’t like the white cheese you buy from the grocery store. This flavor couldn’t have been packaged. Dinner was promptly at six, so we hurried back to the hotel to shower and change. Shawna spotted me first, hugging me and telling me about the day she and Nathan had. They’d gone on a tour of the city, complete with a fancy meal at a historic building. As excited I was for her, I knew it didn’t compare to my beach side picnic with Major. The next person I saw was my father. He’d arrived when we were off on our adventure. I’d spoken to him briefly in the room when we returned, but hugging him made it all real. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “Me too. The flight was hell. I can’t get used to the time, and all the channels are in Italian.”
