We last left our heroine, Susan, freshly-showered and ready to have her Italian dream come true… I met him in a parking lot, and we walked to the Piazza dei Miracoli, where the famous Leaning Tower of Pisa lives. I took photos. We talked, mainly in English. He’s taking an English course, so was eager to practice.…
It was right off of a page from my fantasy book: meeting an Italian man on a flight. Only it took me a while to recognize what was happening. I’d noticed him staring at me when I plopped my backpack down in the flight waiting area. This was Munich airport, my third country and fourth…
Being single — even when you’re completely content being on your own — is a waiting game. There is a pregnant pause. A hope. A breath-holding until things change. I like to assume that being single is temporary (for heaven’s sake, I’m not going to be partnerless for the entirety of my life, am I??…
