hen I got on the plane, it was midnight. When I got off in Italy it was already past lunchtime. Waiting for me at the gate were my relatives - Danato and Maria Vignola and their children Teresa, Joseph, and little Alexardro. Donato and his wife Maria treated me like "one of the family" from Day One.
My "cutie" Allessandro knew more Italian than me, but he helped me
catch up. 
Joseph was the "big guy" - we played lots of Italian games together. He loved playing Skittles on my computer.
Teresa was the little sister I never had - she followed me around and always helped me out.
