Ti amo, Italia

            Ever heard an Italian say the word “gelato”? It has a certain emphasis that makes the word sound so alive, like the words “boungiorno” or “amore”, like most words I’ve heard in Italian for that matter.

            I love hearing the lively chatter as we walk around the Venetian side streets. I love the passion and playfulness of the language, so full of life and color, much like the city itself, picturesque as a storybook painting with its enchanting walkways and whimsical bridges arching romantically over the water.

            Italy was the country I was most excited to visit for many reasons—for the beauty of the language, the gelato, the history, the scenery, the colors, the gelato, the people, the romance, the pasta, did I mention the gelato?

            Because there is far too much to tell of this journey, I will summarize all of spring break with a few sentences, lots of pictures, and the promise of the entire story in person to those who care to hear it.

            Our journey began in Venice, and from there we took the train through the beautiful Italian country side to Verona, Milan, Florence, Naples, and Rome in that order. Six cities. Eight days. It was crazy. On average we had two cones of gelato every day, endless pasta, and a lifetime of pizza. We rode a gondola in Venice, saw David in Florence, got lost on the way to Pompeii.

            I had feared that I had fantasized far too much about Italy for it to meet my expectations. However, I am happy to say that both Megan and I found it difficult to part with the country that had so easily captured our hearts.

Oh, and I got to spend my 20th birthday in Florence. So I kinda feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Thank you to everyone that made this day so special!!!! <3

Arrivederci friends,

Lisa & Megan