April 15, 2017
Let me preface this post by stating the obvious: Rome is absolutely incredible. Everything you have ever read, seen or heard about Rome, no matter how fictional it may seem, is 100% accurate…unless it was something negative, in which case I deem your source highly questionable. I kid you not when I say I feel like I just spent the last 2 days walking around a movie set, in some sort of alternate dream world where all I need to worry about is choosing which gelataeria or pizzeria to stop at inbetween breath taking views, historic sights and picturesque little streets and alleys. And I don’t even feel guilty about the ungodly amount of (indescribably delicious) food I ate, considering I’m pretty sure all the walking canceled it out ( not even close but I’m just going to keep telling myself that). Long story short, I could visit Rome 100 times and still not see everything that there is to see. But, not to brag about how good I’m getting at this whole tourist thing or anything, I do feel like I pretty much conqured as much of Rome as a gal possibly could in a 48 hour time span. Rome wasn’t built in a day ya know. I’ll let the fact that I walked over 15 miles BOTH DAYS speak for itself…and yes, my feet are killing me, but totally worth it. From the Colosseum, to Trevi Fountain and Spanish Steps, to Vatican city and the Trastevere (and every gelato place in between) I can confidently say that I took it all in with wide, star-struck eyes (and a very happy stomach). To repeat myself once more, every place that I have been to is remarkable in its own way. But given the chance to re-visit any one of the many destinations I have been able to check off the list these past couple of months, Rome would without a doubt be my first choice. I promise, the fact that within a couple hours I learned to automatically respond to “ciao bella” has nothing to do with it, but hey what a confidence boost am I right ladies?
But to get to the point, as I sit here in the tinest little airport ever with 2 hours left to spare until my flight (I may have over estimated the amount of time it would take to get through security, if you could even call it that here at Ciampino), I have ample time to reflect. My reflection has inevitably lead to a realization, and a scary one at that. With Rome now behind me, another trip is in the books and yet another week gone…wasn’t I just in Barcelona yesterday? Because it certainly feels like it. But no, I am now left with only 3 short weeks to go before my study abroad extraveganza comes to a skreetching hult. Let me tell you, 4 months has never passed by so quickly in my life. Before I left, people kept telling me that time was going to fly, but for some odd reason I had a hard time believing that. Maybe it was because I had never been away from home for even close to this long before, or the fact that I was a bit aprehensive about diving into the unknown, or maybe it was because 4 months sounds like such a long time. But boy oh boy were they right, time has quite literally flown. It doesn’t seem possible that I arrived here just after christmas, or that I have celebrated 2 holidays since then, with tomorrow bringing a third. Yes folks, tomorrow is ALREADY Easter sunday. How? I will never know. But as trips, holidays, due dates, days and weeks have come and gone, I realize that I have now truly reached the home stretch. While part of me doesnt want to believe that and although I am not even close to ready for this crazy ride to be over, I am determined to make the most of the little time I do have left. Because when it comes down to it, that’s all you can do! All good things must come to an end, but the memories you make never have to. So…here’s to 3 more weeks of memory making!! I’ll be sure to share the best ones…oh and a very Happy Easter to all!! 🙂
Ciao for now!