Five days ago. My little girl was at 30,000 feet. Somewhere over central France. Then she turned left and landed in Rome. Without her Mum and Dad. Without a posse of schoolteachers. Just Jessica and two of her friends.
At 17 years and 10 months – give or take a day – my daughter had let herself loose on Europe. The Eternal City welcomed Jessica.
How did I feel about it? Relaxed. Resigned. Nervous. Anxious. Terrified. Excited for her. [Read more...]