Ciao! As I sit sipping my third espresso of the day after devouring a delicious plate of pasta for lunch, I am ready to tell you all about the nightmare of a trip I went on to arrive in the beautiful city of Mantova, Italy. Where can I possibly begin? It all started Monday, June 5th. I woke up at five in the morning to start my journey to New York from Cleveland by car. My mother and I put all of my suitcases in the trunk and drove the seven hours to the Newark Airport to send me off. A seven hour drive is already a journey within itself, but this was just the beginning for me. Usually, I take a direct flight to Milan whenever I go back to Italy. I have returned here five or six times after my first study abroad experience and I do the same trip every time: JFK-MXP. This time, however, I saw a flight that cost nearly half the price with a layover in Lisbon from Newark. I wish I would have stuck with the direct flight. After the long journey in the air,I arrived at the Milano Malpensa International Airport where (usually) my host parents are there to welcome me. This time I wasn’t so lucky. My lovely host sister, Cristina, is getting married and everyone was at her dress fitting. So, I grabbed my luggage, made my way to the shuttle to drive me an hour away to the train station and then took a two hour train ride to Mantova. And in doing all of this by myself, my suitcase broke! I thought I was going to die dragging a 50 lbs suitcase along with a 35 lbs carry on bag, a backpack, and a purse the the streets of Milan!
I arrived at my house about 28 hours after I left Ohio nearly dead from exhaustion, but it was all worth it for family, friends, and Italian food! I never feel like I am on vacation when I am in Italy; it’s more like I am resuming another life. I go back to my Italian routine as if I never left.
Even though it feels like I never left, I do have some new and interesting things planned. There is the wedding of course on the 24th. The bachelorette party is the weekend, and my cousin Federico told me yesterday that he is taking me to my favorite Italian singer’s concert on the 19th as a graduation present!!! I will dedicate an entire post for that because the singer, Tiziano Ferro, is the love of my life. Here is a picture of me six years ago that I made my host mom take in front of a giant poster of him in the Rome train station. ❤
The only thing left to do now is enjoy this time with loved ones before moving on to Morocco. With 18 days left to go, I plan to make the most of it. Maybe I will learn a new recipe from my host mom and share it with everyone next week. That sounds like a plan. Next week’s post will come from the kitchen of mia mamma Italiana!
That’s all the news I have for now! I will leave you all with one of the views I miss the most when I am not in Italy. It is the view from my bedroom window that I look at every morning when I breathe in the fresh air. I hope you all find it as relaxing as I do!
Ciao Ciao ❤