Just got back from the airport after sending Sis and her Amore off at the airport.  Dad, Mom, Bro and Marisa (Sis' BFF) were there too.  They had so many luggages it was no surprise when the counter staff acted suspicious and asked for documentations, contact details of arrival transfer, details of company, etc.  And it didn't help when Amore's passport has a whole collection of immigration stamps, so I reckoned they must be wondering what is this Italian guy up to. Thankfully they managed to sort it out after talking to to the driver in Korea.

As expected Mom got teary at the departure gate so I made sure to bid our swift farewell and took no chance at letting her shed a tear... We know her too well to want to take the chance.

We're gonna miss Sis for the next few months until she's back for "vacation".  Take care my dear Sis.  I may always call you airhead but deep down you know I love you to bits.  

Sisters don't need words.  They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief.  Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.  ~ Pam Brown