After blogging about a 6 week trip for almost 7 months, I think it’s time to wrap things up. Though I admit, I’ve been having a blast.
The next four months were the most incredible ever, basically. I sang and played the ukulele at a club every week where I made some really great friends and had some really great nights. I ate seven billion times my weight in pasta (I was particularly fond of seafood pasta everywhere). I drank lost of red wine. I drank lots of cappuccinos, and I will tell you that when I came home, my coffee addiction was put on hold because Italian coffee really is tons better. I ate Thanksgiving dinner in an extravagant palazzo. I read beautiful books by Italian writers. I learned so much more Italian than I would have from a book. I climbed ancient towers, domes, and hillsides. I picked grapes in a vineyard. I visited dozens of churches and cathedrals. I walked cobblestone streets and crossed bridges over the Arno to get to class. I found a place where I felt at peace. I felt like the best version of me. And I took that version of me home.