Italy & The End

     I don't expect anyone to even see this post. But I kinda like that thought. Anyway, this post will deal with Italy and being back in America. I have been home for exactly one week and I figured giving myself one week to adjust back was a good idea before I posted *dun dun dun* the last post. Well, let's get to it then!
     Italy: beautiful, breathtaking, astounding, awing, inspiring. Yes, that's it. Italy was inspiring. Thinking about that you where standing where Renaissance geniuses stood and saw roughly the same landscape leaves you breathless. These are the places I visited in Italy: Turin, Milan, Florence, Cinque Terre, Sienna, Luca, Lake Como, Pisa, and (I know this is horrible misspelled but) San Giomaggio. So, the photos I post on this will be from those cities. 
     My favorite things which I saw while gracing Italy were: the view from the top of the  Doma in Florence, the view from a med-evil tower in a tiny town in the Florence country side, and the inside of the Baptistry of Florence. There you go. Of course there are countless other places I could describe but if I did that I'd be here, probably literally, all day. I don't fancy the thought of sitting on my couch tapping away at my computer all day so I'm sorry but you'll have to be content with those three places.
 
      Well, now I want to touch on something else. Quiet honestly, I don't really know what I want to say next. I have this irrational fear that once I submit this final post, my trip to France really is over. It's a strange thought. It's a scary thought.



     A friend I've had for 9 years summed up my feelings about being back in the US perfectly. Here's the conversation we had after seeing each other for the first time in over a year:
Her: Welcome back!
Me: Thanks, it's good to be back!
Her: Don't lie. You'd rather be there. You're just glad to see these people.
Me: Haha, yes. 

      Yup, there's the truth. Side note: aren't these pictures of Italy gorgeous? Answer: yes.
     Since I've been back in the US for 1 week now here is what I miss about Chambery, France: walking everywhere, the international friends, the sound of French swirling about you as you walk, the fashion (yes, I know, it's mostly black but it's nice not to worry about matching...), and the Alps being in your backyard practically.    
     Okay, I start back at UT again tomorrow. In less than 24 hrs. When someone asked me how my semester abroad went I'm going to tell them that it was "good". Why will I be so generic, you ask? Because I don't think I'm up to the task of fulling describing how amazing it was. I can't do it justice. Also, I'm dead positive that no one wants to sit and listen to me drone on while struggling with words for multiple hours. I'll guard this experience and remember it. I am thankful I had it.
     One last thing: I want to thank my readers for reading this. I don't care if you read it once or every single time. Thanks. I think I'll keep blogging but I'll do it under a new blog. Also, I don't think I'll be telling the domain to people. So, if you're an avid blog reader, maybe one day you'll read my new blog again. If not, I hope you have a wonderful 2014.