Meeting a girl in Italy: A Fictional Story

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I was so excited. The day I’ve waited for, it was June 25th and I was finally leaving for my much anticipated trip to Italy. I’ve always wanted to go to Italy and go see everything it has to offer. It was a long flight so I decided to watch the excellent airline movie, then listen to some of the latest musical hits and read the great instructions on what to do in case of an emergency.

Travelling to Italy was only one of the many things I wanted to do after I finished high school. Last year I spent most of my summer in Cancun, and the year before that I spent it in Australia where I got to meet many of my father’s relatives.

Often I would fall into a dream, hoping on day they would come true. I always worried that when I went on vacation I would find the girl of my dreams. I always dreamt that I would find he blond haired green eyed girl that would be everything I ever wanted. “Signori e Signore our flight is just about complete please wait until the plane makes a complete stop then exist at the designated areas. Thank you for choosing A’litalia and have a great day.”

“Thank God” I thought to myself, I was in the most beautiful city in the world with unlimited opportunities. “Would all the passengers on the A’litalia bus tour please get on the bus” Come on we’ve gotta hurry up, we have so many things to do today” said the perky yet annoying yet still very hot tour lady Linda. “Cuttie you’re going to need to bring this card with you where ever you go, promise me you won’t lose it Joseph” “I promise I will hold it as if I were holding you, with all my life” I replied .

“People come on you know how much I hate waiting” said Linda and we all knew how much she did. It was a long flight and everyone just wanted to go back to the hotel, but unfortunately, Linda had other plans for us, even though it was already six o’clock.

Our first stop was at “Del Mia Casa” restaurant , I was starving since I didn’t dine on the fine cuisine that the airline offered. The smell outside tantalised our taste buds and we just couldn’t wait to eat.

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