It’s that time. My final post
unless I decide to reuse this blog the next time I go on a world wind
adventure. It is hard to write this blog. It’s possibly the hardest blog I have
written thus far. It’s hard to express
through a simple blog post all the feelings and the elephant in the room that
is truly felt everywhere. Not to mention I suck at writing these things down
anyway. It reminds me a bit of camp, saying goodbyes as we all go our different
ways back into the real world. As I pass my roommates, my classmates, the
people that I have spent the past four months living and learning and growing
with you can feel it in the air: the bittersweet.
I look back, four months ago, to
the morning I left. I admit the nerves were getting the best of me. As we drove
to the airport the emotions overwhelmed me and I am sure many of my classmates
felt the same way. There was the fear of embarking on an adventure alone, the
sadness of leaving family and friends behind and of course the excitement of
going to ITALY and meeting new people. Eventually the excitement won out, but
there were still so many what ifs. Now
it’s all about to be over. The questions were answered and now we have new
questions like what have I missed for the past four months back in the States,
but that’s not what this blog post is about…
I have met some truly amazing
people on this trip. So many of my teachers are brilliant, and they are clearly
so passionate about what they teach. It makes me want to have such passion for
the subject I, one day, teach. My
Montessori students helped me grow in many ways. While preparing lessons for
them wasn’t so different from the States, working with them was like nothing I
have ever done before. They taught us
about the Italian culture while we taught them about the United States culture,
and we truly had so much fun with them—laughing, dancing, writing and reading,
listening and discussing, and learning…the ins and outs of one’s culture, the
norms the taboos the common phrases—never did I think the American saying “you
are going to throw a party” could cause so much confusion and excitement
amongst teenage students…just think about it. But that sadly ended a week ago.
I will miss the Italians. They
are a completely different kind of people here; in a good way. The hand
gestures, the cheek kisses, the simple phrase of ciao ciao which I so often
here as I am walking around Perugia. It will be weird, going back to a culture
that is so different from what I have been in. The grocery stores will suddenly
be giant no pun intended. The food will no longer be fresh, Italian cuisine. There
will be lines, rudeness, less fashion, more fatness, servers up your butt when
you are just trying to enjoy a good meal with friends and Dollars (which both
are dirty and smell weird). But mostly, I will miss the Italian friendly
hospitality feel—I won’t be able to jump in front of 50 people waiting in line
at the airport because I am about to miss my flight (yes, this seriously
happened…apparently if you ask you shall receive. “Scusa, ummm, stammer, we,
flight, leave in dieci minuti…uhh…per favore” “Andiamo, Andiamo.”
Translation—me stammering “can I go in front of you, my flight leaves in 10
minutes and I don’t want to miss it” in Italian/English and them saying “GO,
GO” in a why are you even asking tone. But again, I am getting off track of
this post. I am going to miss the Italian cultural way.
Lastly, I am going to miss my
friends. They have been my family for the past four months. I have joked with
these people, and taken stupid goofy pictures with them. I have argued with
them, and been annoyed. I have travelled with them, experiencing new adventures
and places for the first time. I have bonded with them, shared things with
them, told stories about myself. Learned about their fears and goals, likes and
dislikes, hates and loves, and what makes them tick. I have gotten under their
skin, and they have gotten under mine. I have shared clothing and music. I have studied with them, and watched movies.
I have procrastinated with them. I have danced, and eaten lots of food. I have created
inside jokes, cried, sang, with these people. We have bonded, both talking and
listening. We have literally, laughed, loved, and LIVED. But sadly, the
clothing and souvenirs are being packed away, the apartments are being swept,
classes have ended and now so must study abroad. We all have heard it; all good
things must come to an end. It’s true. These people have changed my life; I
thank them for this semester they have given me for without them it wouldn’t
have been so AMAZING AND UNFORGETTABLE.
To Perugia and my loves:
I will never forget you and the memories we made. Thank you. I love you.