It was the summer of 2014 when we were two strangers boarding a plane to Parma, Italy for a month abroad. I was told there would be a few students from St. Vincent joining the Saint Francis study abroad trip. Turns out, it was just Fabio. Based on alphabetical order, we were seated next to each other on the plane (poor Fab had the middle seat). I was too busy watching the first 30 minutes of every movie to pay much attention to him... and little did I know he was judging my short attention span. We spent three weeks traveling around Italy with a larger group, but it wasn't until Fab offered to hike with me in Cinque Terre that I thought there might be *something* there. Our first "date" was somewhat accidental fate... Fab had come back late from visiting his relative's town north of Parma, and I chose to stay back while my friends went to a concert with some locals. We met up and decided to go to the local bar to see if the rest of our group was there (as they usually were). We found the pub was closed... so we went to another. And then ended our night at a wine bar. I remember on the plane ride home thinking... I may never see him again, it was probably just a summer-fling. I had no idea what life had in store for us.