LA VITA ITALIANA

My three months of adventure in Italy have finally come to an end.

I have a bad habit of never getting souvenirs from places I've visited. This time, I made it a goal to search for the perfect souvenir.

I like to consider myself as a person who likes to try new things. If I wasn't, I would have never gotten on a plane to come to Italy.

I was one of the lucky few people that didn't get sick growing up. Even now, I find myself only getting the occasional cold or runny nose.

Anyone who's studied in the United States knows that Fall Break is, for most of us, the biggest anticipation of the fall semester.

I've always loved operas.

I don't think I can recall a time where I've been afraid or hesitant of rain until this past Tuesday.

Seeing those masterpieces in the flesh reminded me of just how extraordinary of an experience I'm getting to live; It felt like a dream.

As I approach the one-month mark of living in Italy, I've found myself thinking back to my home in the little town of Martin, Tennessee.

In my 19 years of life, I have never once been to a party. That is, until I decided to go to one last night with my friends.

After a ridiculously long plane ride and extreme motion sickness, I'm finally in the country of romance and insanely good gelato.

My expectations for some of Rome's most famous (and not-so-famous) landscapes as well as my expectation of Italian and Roman culture.