Rome

Yet Another Late Night Stroll

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Made it to the Pantheon thanks to the acute navigational senses of my pint-sized roommate. It is absolutely remarkable to me that I stood in that very spot just two and a half years ago with la famiglia. Nothing about Rome feels the same to me this time around, in part because I can no longer blindly follow Emmy (that would be my mom) around. But it’s something more than that. It’s a different version of myself that’s wandering around La Citta Eterna now. The monuments haven’t changed, but I have.

Obviously, the more important portion of our walk tonight was gelato at Giolitti. Turns out it’s been chillin there since 1900. I had cioccolato fondata (the darkest chocolate ice cream I have ever laid eyes on) and pistachio, with whipped cream on top, the best whipped cream I have ever tasted. Also, I taught myself how to spot focus!

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Poor Lily thought you won a prize if you ate the entire thing in one bite. Apparently it’s a common misunderstanding.

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At least someone savored every bite.

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Just Once And Keep It Forever

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Dear Robin,

It took awhile to get the perfect shot to accompany this post – you know, aperture and shutter speed and all that jazz – so I hope you’ll forgive the delay. To start, I haven’t taken your bracelet off since you gave it to me, I’ve worn Chloé every single day, hardcore work on my Europe book starts tomorrow, and this journal and the letter inside are too wonderful to adequately capture in a photograph.

“Everything you do is an experience, and every place you see is a memory.”

You’re right, there is nothing like living in Europe for four months. I’ve been here little more than four days and I know that already. There’s nothing like travel, like living truly on your own for the first time, like experiencing new cultures. But the thing is, there’s also nothing like being able to come home at the end of it to family and friends like I have, with you at the top of that list.

New Year’s Eve was, at least for me, pure and perfect contentment. And for me, that’s really saying something, because I generally fear being content. Contentment, to me, always seems an awful lot like complacency, and so I tend to run from any semblance of feeling “fine,” lest I slip down the path to the ordinary. But this was not that. It was the certain knowledge that even if I had the option of doing anything else, with anyone else, I wouldn’t take it. Quite the opposite of feeling “fine,” it was a feeling of overwhelming gratitude. Because you guys are all I really need, and because of that being together could never be ordinary.

All that to say, thank you for everything. I continue to be so lucky to have you as my best friend. I know these are about to be four of the best, most memorable months of my life, traveling to the most interesting and beautiful places I’ve ever been. And when it’s over, I’ll be back home with you, lying in my squeaky twin bed telling you all about it, and I will be perfectly content.

I love you,

Hubs

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Highlights From Week One

With any luck, my photography will improve as I actually learn how to use my camera.

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“Let’s just all take a moment to acknowledge the fact that either way, being drunk and sad is much better when you can see the Vatican.” -Wise words from Lily about the joys of living in Rome

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Day 4: Still On American Time

I might be European at heart, but my body clearly belongs in the States, because it is rejecting Central European Time hard – I just woke up, and it is 2:30pm. Went to bed at 5:15am, because I was not tired despite waking up at 9:00 and walking around all day. Luckily today is Saturday and I didn’t miss anything, but still…not ideal.

Log this under Things I’ve Learned About Myself Since College Began: I am a creature of habit. Put that together pretty definitively when I realized my nightmares are much worse and much more frequent when I change sleeping locations (home to school, school to home, etc). Only reason I ended up crossing high-priced call girl off my list of possible career paths. Luckily, even though I haven’t quite at all regulated my sleep patterns, I am thus far nightmare-free. Knock on wood.

In any case, once classes start on Monday it’s time to set about building some sort of routine. I purposely built my schedule last semester so every weekday went from 9:20 or 9:30 until 5:00 or 5:05, with a lunch break, and I absolutely loved it. Adjusting to this uh…sparse class schedule may be interesting. Off to start the day six hours late!

 

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