Italia

The past few months have been the busiest few months of my life. I say that in the most positive way possible, and also as the reason I’ve neglected my blog so very badly. My job picked up, I have been going to the beach every single weekend, I have been hanging out with friends more often I have been going into the city and spending time outside whenever I get the chance… basically I’ve emerged from my winter hibernation.  I took a break from my blog because finding the time to write was becoming more of a chore – and that’s quite opposite of how I think it should be. I knew when I had something I really, really wanted to share, I’d write about it because I wanted to and not because I feel like I had to. So, I am here to write about and share pictures from my trip to Italy- because I want to remember everything I can about anything I saw, smelled, heard, or experienced the past week and a half.

My trip to Italy was one of my favorite trips ever. Everything about it was perfect. We spent a few days in Rome, where we went to a Bruce Springsteen concert (which was by far the best concert I’ve ever been to). We then traveled to Tuscany, where we stayed for a week and were able to take day trips to Florence, Siena, and a cute little beach town called Castiglione Della Pescaia. We made the most of our time in each city- we saw the Coliseum, learned about the Florence Cathedral, walked across the Ponte Vecchio Bridge, learned about paintings from the Medieval times, took a siesta on the beach with the locals, enjoyed cappuccinos every morning, gelato everyday, and authentic Italian cuisine and copious amounts of wine every night. The most special part about all of this is that I got to experience it with the people I truly enjoy spending time with; my Mom and Dad, Zach, Kc, and Aunt Alison. We were kinda bummed Steve wasn’t’ able to come with us- spent his time off work surfing in Nicaragua with friends, which he also describes as amazing (I’m sure he’ll blog about it… when he does, be sure to check it out estebanwritesat.wordpress.com)!

I think it is so interesting to see how other people live… especially in European countries. They seem to live their lives with such ease,  stopping to smell the roses and enjoying each others company. It really puts it into perspective how much Americans rush and just do things to get them done. In Italy we tried to adopt the European way of doing things- we slept in just a little bit longer, ate our food slower, walked at a pace much more relaxed than the typical American speed walk, and laughed more often than we didn’t.

I could go on forever about everything we did with our time there and what made it so special, but I think this is a case where pictures can do that better than words can.

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