The week when I ate enough pasta to last me a lifetime

This might just be the hardest assignment we’ve been given because I honestly cannot find the words to describe how absolutely wonderful this trip was. I had the time of my life. I made new friends and became closer with others. I had breathtaking experiences. I saw the most beautiful things and places. In a way, I even conquered my fear of heights. I made unbelievable memories. The whole trip was just so surreal.

I cannot conjure up one moment that I didn’t love. I can honestly say that it was the best week of my life. The only thing I didn’t love too much was the pasta. Don’t get me wrong; I love pasta as much as the next girl, but two times a day for 8 days is a bit much. The memories I made in Italy are ones I will never forget solely because they were defining moments for me. In all the books and shows, the characters have defining moments in their lives that make or break them. I had a few of those life-changing moments on this trip. I’ll never forget that day in Capri when we went up on the telepherique. I am proud to say that I conquered my severe fear of heights because I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I hadn’t sat down on that chair.

Rome truly was a magical city in my opinion. I’ve always waned to travel there and I still cannot believe that I actually did. I had very expectations for this trip and I can say that reality definitely beat the fantasy. I’m just extremely thankful that I had the chance to go on this trip because it was a gigantic if for a while there. Also, I feel very blessed because there are many people who live their whole life never leaving their country.

My favorite monument was the Colosseum . It was the only one that actually intrigued me. Honestly I didn’t pay attention on any of the tour guides except for that one. I don’t know why I found it so interesting, but I just couldn’t tear my attention from the newfound information. I also really enjoyed the bus rides. I know that’s a pretty weird thing to remember, but it wasn’t about the bus ride itself. It was about the time spent with the people on that bus. The friendships built that I hope will last twice as long as the memories. To me, those are the real things to remember about this trip.

My mother was quite reluctant to let me go on this trip, and God knows the odds weren’t exactly in my favor, but by some miracle I got on that plane. I went to Italy, and I fell in love with the beauty and the history. I hope I wont ever forget a single detail of this trip or the feelings flowing through me every step of the way, but sadly I know that cannot be true. You know what, though? Maybe Italy was worth all that pasta.