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Truly in Italia

July 6, 2012

(Written Friday at 4 o’clock)

I’ve been in Italy for six days now; all signs point to that. Everyone around me speaks Italian, signs are in Italian, I’m eating Italian cuisine, my wallet is full of Euros, mosquitos are everywhere, I live with an Italian family, my professors are Italian, the streets are old, I see the Duomo every day on my way to school, I keep thinking in Italian as I write this, etc, etc. With all that said, I don’t know if I ever really believed it until now: as I sit on a train from Florence to Rome.

Why now, you ask? The answer is simple: a train ride has given me a beautiful — words cannot express — view of Tuscany. My eyes behold the mountains and countryside of this amazing region, and I am truly recognize that I am in Italy. Of course, I knew it before; after all, there were signs, including the fact that the flight attendants on my original flight to Rome spoke Italian. But anyway, I know as I continue this study abroad, it will become even more unbelievable — yet believable — that I am doing what o am where I am.

Now, this includes but is not limited to the fact that, as I said before, I’m on the train to Rome — the eternal city. It is where I am spending the weekend, and it should be incredible. Because it’s true, folks, I am in Italy.


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