Yesterday I arrived off the plane and onto American soil. I was tired, had to switch planes because of overbooking issues, and the airport lost my luggage, but on the car ride home, I couldn't stop talking about Italy. I want to tell everyone, but I'm sure my parents are done with me talking about how much I miss it. And surprisingly, I miss pasta.
Then I cried today. I did one of those ugly cries where I just couldn't stop. When I woke up this morning I was so confused about why I wasn't in my dorm room in Urbino. Did it really happen? Will I ever go back?
My sister came in and I apologized and told her I was sad about leaving. She said stop being emotional. I wanted to punch her. If you didn't live this trip, you don't understand the implications of coming back, it has been a culture shock.
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I wrote this blog to help me remember this trip in the future. So I made a list for future me to not forget these VERY VERY important memories:
1. Sandra at the bosom. She liked Alli a lot and hooked us up. I have her to thanks for some of my best nights.
2. The blue hair bartender, I really enjoyed the drinks she made us. And she was fun to talk to.
3. The bar crawl. How Alli, Hailey, Victoria, and I pretty much tore up our shirts to make them look cooler and how Hailey's almost turned into a complete fail. I laughed my hardest that night. Then Alli and I ended the night at Bunker. Don't forget Bunker, this was the one and only time I went, but for that hour, I had the time of my life.
4. Goodbyes are the hardest. You can't chase after everyone, but the people you do find time to say bye to, don't ever forget how much they meant to you in that month.
5. Hailey and I's favorite caffe. Yes I spent about 10-20 euro a day there, but it was worth it each time. Favorite caffe days:
-When Hailey, Alli, and I (and others later) sat there for four hours creeping on people and trying to speak Italian. We saw about 6 graduations, sang a graduation song, and had a blast.
-When a group of us played cheers governor in Italian and I butchered every number.
-When Alli and I decided to take a picture of every emotion. (Then she lost her phone, but the idea still was brought up.)
-Becks
4. The professors...Steve, Greg, Bobbio, Bob, and Susan are my pals now. All of them taught me so many skills that I will use in the future. This was also my first time doing photography and I loved it. I want to continue with this passion. Alli also said that I had a talent for video-maybe I should pursue that?
5. Walking up the killer hill of Raffaello. You would pretty much die as you walked up, but it gave you your nice butt and toned legs.
6. Lucia. She was the best interpreter any American could have asked for. I hope her love life goes well. If she ever visits America, she will always have a place to stay.
7. Football games. Everyone in town came together in the piazza to cheer on their favorite team. GO ITALY!
8. The piazza. This place was my life. It was the center and heart of Urbino where everyone hung out.
9. Donuts and crescents filled with Nutella and cream. Yummmmm.
10. Going to Florence and hanging out with the locals in the evening. Getting kabobs with Hailey, Nigel, and Susan. Aka babysitting Nigel and Susan, but still having a great time.
11. The first time Hailey and I went out and killed a bottle of wine each. My tolerance rose from that day on. This was also the beginning of our blooming and timeless friendship. DON'T FORGET YOUR BFF HAILEY. She was the best person I could have met on this trip, or anywhere for that matter. When I go to Denver, I will see her and we will hang out.
12. Cussing like a sailor with Alli as we walked up the Raffaello hill. Then we got to a dance party at the fortezza and danced like there was no tomorrow. DON'T FORGET ALLI! Make sure you hang out with her because she is beyond cool and she was the best dance partner a biddy could have asked for.
I will go back. Maybe not in a year or even two year, or five, but I will visit. It won't be the same and I know that, but I want to see how my Italian town grew and changed while I was away. I will always love you Urbino.
So for now...
Ciao bella. Ciao.
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