Thursday, August 4, 2011

Un Triste Addio

First off writing my blog while sitting in my room in America is not near as entertaining as when I wrote it in Italy.  I’m still getting used to being back in the states and quite frankly I hate it. HATE it. I realize I was only abroad for 5 weeks and in the grand scheme of things that wasn’t that long..but for me it was long enough to fall in love with such an amazing country and amazing people.
The last week kinda ran together but I definitely enjoyed every second of it.  We took one last trip to Florence..my favorite city.  It was such a relaxed field trip that basically just consisted of shopping. Perfect. On Friday, our Italian friend Ruben planned for us (me, Ariel, Kacey, and Lauren) to grill out at his house.  So after a trip to a grocery store to pick up the ingredients he drove us to his house about 10 minutes out of town.  His home was BEAUTIFUL and had the coolest view of Montepulciano.  He grilled us the best hamburgers I have ever had.  This was one of my favorite days of my trip.  Ruben is hilarious and I can’t even begin to explain it.  I videoed most of the day because we never stopped laughing.  We miss you Rube!
Making our pizzas at Pino's!
The trattoria treated us to a 5 course meal for our ‘final dinner’…it was delicious! After dinner the entire program met up at Il Sasso to watch our finished movie..awkward for me, but everyone seemed to enjoy it.  It  did feel good to see the finished product and knowing how hard we worked on everything finally paid off. Our last night at the Garden was one of the best..enough said.  Saturday we ate our last  lunch at Pino and Lena’s and they let us make our own pizzas. They are perfect.  The rest of the day was spent last minute shopping, taking pictures, and packing..I didn’t start packing until about 7 pm and we were leaving at midnight..it got a little stressflul.  We had our last visit with Pino and Leno at Bar Del Tribunale and which turned into a tearful goodbye.  Vito..sweet Vito..CRIED.  It's crazy to think a group of American kids could make a grown Italian man cry because he didnt want us to leave.  I miss them.  Right before we had to head to the buses I made one last stop to get some gelato..and to see gelato hottie haha..he knew I was leaving so my chocolate piccolo cone was free. :) Leaving Montepulciano was so extremely hard, I just wasn’t ready to come home.
Now that I’m home I realized how much 5 weeks in Montepulciano changed my life.  I feel like only the people that I went on the trip with can understand.  I learned so much in the past 5 weeks and I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am to my parents, family, friends, teachers, and everyone else I met on the trip.  I miss Monte so much.
Grilling out at Ruben's
  I miss the smells in the morning, the early morning walks to the bus before field trips, Margarita pizza, random classical music being played on the street, the people, the wine, the tiniest bathtub in the world, my twin bed, the hills, the boring museums, the people, the cappuccino, the task of finding a decent internet connection, gelato, gelato hottie, the staff at Trattoria, the Auto Grill, the “tourist”, the Garden, the people, the views, the vineyards, the cooling rain, Euros, the pigeons, the sound the ambulance makes, the clothes line..ugh and the people. I miss everything..even the things that drove me crazy while I was there.  I want to go back and I know one day I will..one day as in next year..hopefully. But I also know that it will never be the same.  I will never be there while I’m 21 with a group of college kids from Georgia who know how to party and study at the same time, with professors who have so much trust in their students and who care about the students as much as our parents or with people that I had never met until June 23rd at the airport.  It will never be the same no matter what and I hate that.  Ugh.


More pictures:
Ciao Bella!- Italia I
Vivere il sogno- Italia II
La bella vita- Italia III
Tutte le cose belle hanno una fine- Italia IV

Movie: Foreign Affairs

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