My summer in Italy

Part 1

I hop out of my Uber and grab my heavy suitcases, im ready for whatever Italy brings to me as long as it's different. I'm looking for a change, a fresh start, an adventure! As I begin to board the plane I can't help but feel relieved, as if a weight is lifting off of my shoulders. I'm so glad to be leaving New York and the hustle and bustle of the city, and the times.
My flight was long and loud, the poor women behind me couldn't contain her child from screaming and crying. As much as I wanted to shut him up myself I had empathy for her. She must have felt so embarrassed.
My plane lands soon enough and I empathetically smile at the mother as she tries to collect her bags and wrangle her children. I can't say I wasn't happy to get off. Even though the flight wasn't fun, I am over the moon to be in Italy. I make my way off of the plane and mange to find baggage check. I know little to no Italian, so that was a big deal for me.
I collect my suitcases and I see my host parents smiling and waving with a sign that says "Welcome Amelia!" They look so chipper, and any nerves I had disappeared when I saw them.
I smile and wave back at them and they lean in to hug me, "I'm Maria and this is my husband, Roberto"
I introduce myself and thank god that they both speak English. On the cab ride over to the house Maria attempted to teach me some basic conversational Italian, that was unsuccessful. As the cab pulls into the gravel driveway I cannot help but admire how beautiful their house is. The outside is covered in vines and flowers seemingly placed there by Mother Nature herself. The large carport revealed a part of the breathtaking pool in the back and there's a gorgeous willow tree that sits in front of the house.
Maria rushes me inside and assures me that Roberto can handle my bags. She brings me into the living room, we're I see a tall, slightly buff boy sitting on the couch reading a book. His brown curly hair falls on the sides of his face perfectly and his glowing green eyes complement his tan complexion. "This is my son Andrea" Maria says and smiles, she looks proud of him as she introduces him.
Andrea quickly looks up from his book and looks at me. His gaze was so intense it gave me butterflies in my stomach and I didn't know what to say. "I uh - I'm Amelia, nice to meet you Andrea" I smile but he has already begun reading again.