Okay, so this past Sunday I got on a plane alone and flew to Sydney, Australia. Ended up here, it's Tuesday now. Didn't die. Didn't lose either of my passports (though there was a very close call), and now I'm here. I got in at 6 in the morning, and my uncle and Mum picked me up at the airport. At about 10 we headed off to the hospital... because the reason I'm in Aus in the first place is because my nonna is dying. We're in the "make her comfortable" stage. So... everyone's here, my cousins, my mum's cousins, my mum's uncle, the whole shebang. And guess what almost all of them speak! Italian! Guess what I don't speak! Italian! So they'll be