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We turned onto my new street and headed towards our house. It wasn't as big as our home in California, but it was decent for a family of three. I got out of the taxi and took my bags with me. The air was very clean, and the sky was blue as the sea. There weren't many cars on the road. I couldn't wait to head to my room and video chat with Austin.
"Amy! Maria! Anthony!" A woman said from the front door. I turned to her, it was my Aunt Angela. "I'm so glad you made it!" She said in her thick Italian accent. 
"Aunt Angela," I said. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, honey. I'm just making sure you are fine and settled in. Io vivo proprio sulla strada successiva!" She said. She obviously thought I understood, so I just stood there and nodded. 
"Ah, si. Ma Amy non parla italiano." Mom laughed. I felt awkward knowing they could be saying something about me, considering I heard my name.  
"Well, come inside! The rooms are nice and big!" We followed her into the house. The last time I saw Aunt Angela was when I was two years ago. We never go to Italy so she always visits us. She was 55 years old, she had a hint of gray highlights. She was a little big, and she was shorter than me. 
I went upstairs and into my new bedroom. All my furniture was already in there. I put my bags on the floor and jumped on my bed. I quickly unlocked my phone and FaceTimed Austin. He answered right away. 
"Wow, you're even more beautiful then I remember." He said and winked. 
"Haha, stop you act like it's been a year." I smiled.
"I know, but it feels like it."
"It feels like I'm another planet!" 
"Haha. When are you gonna visit?" He asked.
"I don't know, I just got here-" There was a sudden ring at the door bell. I heard the door open so I guess someone answered it. "It's just so different here. I feel like I won't be able to listen to the music we get back there. And I feel like it won't be the same."
"Because it isn't the same."
"I know it isn't. The hard part is understanding everything-" I was interrupted by my aunt.
"Amy! Come down here, un vicino ci sta visitando." She yelled.
"Can I call you back?" I asked Austin.
"Sure, I love you." He blew me a kiss. I blew one back and hung up.  I ran downstairs too see a boy and a woman greeting my parents with a large bowl of Italian gelato. 
"Quindi questa e Amy? Lei e bella! Lei e l'eta di Vincenzo, guisto?" The woman said smiling at me. 
"Si, Amy ha sedici anni. Lei non capisce l'italiano." My father said. "Amy, this is Carmela and her son Vincenzo, our neighbors! Vincenzo is goes to the school you go to."
"Hi." I said timidly. I looked into Vincenzo's eyes. They were a deep blue, blue as the sky here. He was muscular and tall. He had dark brown hair that was gelled into a tiny fohawk. He was tan and his smile was priceless. 
"Ciao, bella." He winked, grabbed my hand and gently kissed it. 
"Hello," I smiled. "You should know I don't speak Italian though." 
He smiled too, "Oh, that's alright." I adored his accent. "Would you like to go for a walk?"
"It would be my pleasure." We walked out.