What could be more wonderful than stumbling upon friendship? I studied abroad in Rome my junior year of college, and oops, silly me, I didn’t take an Italian language class before I moved there. Typical American girl just got too excited about streets of gold, palaces of art, and endless gelato. Best decision ever.
The school arranged for a representative to meet me at the airport and take me to my apartment. Luckily, that representative forgot to show up, and I ended up walking to-and-fro in the Fiucimo Airport wondering how to get a cab. I made a few inquiries, and within a couple minutes, I was swarmed with people claiming to be taxi drivers and promising the lowest price in Rome.
Like a dream come true, a pretty brunette grabbed my hand and asked if I was American. I nodded my head yes, and she told me to come with her. I followed her through the airport, and she explained about the importance of only using certified cab services, avoiding people without uniform, and always knowing the appropriate price beforehand.
We shared a cab to the university, and the 30 minute drive was filled with more jokes than a comedy show at Second City. The two of us decided to meet up again the following weekend in Dublin. Three weeks later we found ourselves in Prague, six months later in Berlin, two years later in Chicago, and five years later (as in this past weekend) in Minneapolis.
Dear Clare, you’re the greatest friend in the world, and I’m so grateful that you came to visit. I was going to post about making you a handmade Thank You card, but I just ended up writing all about you (couldn’t help myself). Your card is included at the bottom of this post. LOVE YOU.