Italian Immigration Narrative

Some time ago I was seven years old and I wanted to go to Italy. I had always heard stories from my parents and grandparents about their trips to Italy and how much fun they were and all the things they did while they were there. I wanted to go and see what a different country had looked like and all the family members I had never seen or talked to before. I arrived home from school one day and my mom was anxious to tell me something, but she waited for my sister to get home before she did. My sister Christina at the time was twelve years old and she too had not been to Italy. When she came home my mom brought both of us together and said, “We are going to Italy in the summer!” I was so excited I lept into the air screaming, “Yes! For how
It was only the month of May so we still had some time left in school. Christina made a count down to Italy on a calendar in her room. Everyday I was anxious to leave and go there but I had to wait. As school was coming to close the 2006 world cup was starting and this was the year that I started to play soccer so I was very excited to watch the tournament. We were leaving from New York on June 29th, our flight left at 10:30 am. That morning my mom, sister, and I all said goodbye to my dad before we left. My grandparents, Nonna and Papa, live in Brooklyn so we set off to there My mom wanted to drop the car off at their house so we would not have to leave it at the airport. As waited for the car service to pick us up and take us to the airport, while we waited everyone else was watching the morning news and I was going through my carry on. I was making sure I had all my toys and snacks for the long flight ahead. When car service finally arrived after what seemed like hours we piled all of our luggage into the back of the car and made our way to the airport. When we arrived at the airport we took all of the bags out of the back of the car and went to go check in. Checking in took forever even though there were not that many people in line, I started to
Wait for us” mom insisted.
“I want to get on the plane” I pleaded.
“We will. You’re going to be on it for six hours” responded Papa. All of us got on the plane, put our carry ons in the overhead compartments and took our seats.
After being in the air for about an hour my mom leaned over to me and told me “I know you don’t speak Italian so if you need just let me know and I’ll help translate for you.”
“Alright but I think I can try to figure it out” I replied. The rest of the flight was long and monotonous, and I could not fall asleep because I was too excited. We arrived in Milan after a six hour flight and right from that flight we had to board another smaller plane to go to the airport near my Grandparents home town. This flight only took two hours but it was still terrible. We arrived at the second airport and we had my uncle waiting for us with his tiny car. We stuffed all of our luggage into the car and we made our way to Acri. While we were in the car he was speaking to my mom and grandparents and I could not understand anything he said, it was like trying to put a puzzle together without any of the pieces. We had made it, I was ready to start my vacation but I was hungry and jet lagged. So we went out for some pizza and gelato and we went back and