You freak out.

That’s how this sentence ends.

I can guarantee you.

Now, I’d like to give myself some credit here. I’d like to think I was a major stud and smartie and that finding my sister was incredibly easy, but let’s face it.

I know myself.

I’m sure I get off the plane and do all the right things- check to see when she’s arriving and look for the gate.

I then attempt to find the gate and get lost.

Twice.

I finally get my bearings, and arrive at P’s gate.

Only she’s not there.

Her plane has landed and she went down to the luggage claim.

Which has me utterly confused.

Which means I start looking for luggage claims-

and get lost.

Twice.

And my heart hurts because I feel so lost and alone and confused and miss Will that much more.

Oh guys- this story is getting really bad. I really hope that’s not what happens. Please wish me luck and say a prayer.

Wait- if you’re reading this, it probably already happened.

Crap.

Well… let’s hope I’m not still stuck in Rome while you’re reading all about the fake vacation I wrote about last week.

Okay, best case scenario- I find my sister with no trouble.

Let’s just pretend, okay?

Okay, so I’ve got P and we find out connecting ride to the cruise and we make it with ease.

Checking in is easy and there are no troubles.

I hope that’s how Day 2 ends. I really hope. I’m most worried about my first 2 days away and my last 2. The in between? I’m not stressed over. I hope day 2 ends happily.

Here’s to hoping…