The winding streets, secret passages, and forgotten squares transfix those who dare to wander. Solace hides steps away from the rialto bridge and brings you to places like the Jewish Ghetto. You’ll find a free museum, somewhere nice to sit along a canal, then an overgrown and crumbling restaurant with pasta and prosecco. Of course […]
So, it’s been a month. . . . Missed you! xo A lot has happened since getting back from my summer of teaching in Italy. I’ve enrolled in three colleges, dropped out of one of them, and snagged a swanky job at Starbucks (I know, I know). Things have been good. I’ve been reading more,
Melody emerged faintly before the sun set across Roman ruins and arches. All was golden. I sat on a balcony garden, among father and son, as “Fever Dream” played to a setting sun, beyond Rome’s ruin. Melody crept to the three of us, lulling our eyes onto crumbled arches and aqueducts; the son nestled his
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Fourteen miles, one thousand calories, a hot day in Southern Italy, and jet-lag. There were metros and wrong stations, an unabridged journey through new and ancient cityscapes, and creatures cowering under cars. I fit in a workout before sunrise then wake my sister up, promising a market and bakeries, I’ll pay. We walk around and
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So far, it’s not been like what they say. I’ve been here two months, missed my family, been to four countries, jumped out an airplane, and have met people it makes me sad to think of never seeing again. In ACLE we have this activity called Bucket List, where students write down all the things
Some people spend every second of their waking day in a cycle: from work to home, to work from home, etc. Unless they love their jobs, this endless loop is something to be numb about.They wait as days and days pass into months;and sorrowed dreams to never be hang lowly in the mind. Affording happiness,
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I’ve been to France, Austria, England, Scotland, and have lived in Italy for three months. I’m not the best with my money. Earlier this year, I wasted $1500 moving to a different state, only to move back after THREE WEEKS, and when I’m with friends, somehow thirty bucks spend quick. Despite me being a generally
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It’s my first week of camps, where I was a year ago, but in a very different place. Fear’s pent up inside me, watching orientation videos, remembering my first summer of teaching, and I’m not sure if I can do it again, not how I did.Is this how it was, or am I different? The
Monumental, Rome is a day-trip, a weekend, two-thousand years of myth and history in one place. Rome and I haven’t always gotten along. On this trip, I hoped to change that. Frankly, time and time again it’s proven to be my least favorite Italian city. Both times I’ve been there, it’s been toward the end
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Stepping into each one feels like every other: high ceilings, moving walkways, glimpses of tarmac through thick glass. 4:30 am—PSTTwo hours ago, I was falling asleep. Now, my head is in a different space, silent dreary and lulled. Groggily, dizzily, my sister steps to my door, turns the knob, and comes to wake me up.