“I can’t remember how many times I’ve told myself to hold onto these moments as they pass.” – Counting Crows
It’s best said in forms of lists and stats:
Things I will miss: walking to school, markets, church bells, gelato, tardiness as a way of life, fruit juice, traveling, no class on Friday, coffee, my Italian family
Things I will not miss: everything being closed on Sunday and at other random hours, bad foreign food (Italians cant do Indian or Japanese), the exchange rate
Best meal: pasta carbonara at Nelson’s house
Weirdest thing I’ve seen: a group of boys lifting a truck with their hands and moving it to a new location as a joke in the middle of the night
Hardest thing I’ve had to translate into Italian: explaining the KKK to my 10 year old host brother (it wasn’t the language, but more how do you tell someone that young about such hatred that existed (and actually still exists) in your country)
Cool things I’ve done: Overnight train from Prague to Budapest, mouthing off to airport security in Italian, boat ride around the Veneto islands, seeing all the paintings and church walls I've studied in books in all their glory
Favorite place to visit (other than Italy): Barcelona
Things I look forward to when I get home: sushi, jalapeno cheese dip, milkshakes, American movie theaters
Things I don’t look forward to: My empty bank account, my curfew (ah, yes the dichotomy of this 12 year old…I mean 21 year old (sometimes I get confused), allowed to travel the globe)
A part of me wishes the plane were ready right now. There is nothing more miserable than sitting in my empty room with my suitcases dragging out this painful goodbye. I’ve been raised to be a creature of adaptation – its the transition phase to the next temporary environment that I hate the most.
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