All good things come to an end.
Here I am, in Torino.
Again.
Summer is slowly coming to an end, the weather gets colder every passing days and I try to catch up with my studies, in order not to fail my exams.
I'm not this melancholic, usually.
But this year, it seems to me there will be some great changes in my life.
For the first time, I won't return to school/university with my friends.
For the first time, I'll be spending a fairly long period abroad.
Far from my safe home.
Far from my friends.
I'm not scared, it has always been my dream to travel the world.
I'm excited, curious, ready to learn new things and to meet new people.
This summer has been different from the past ones.
I was able to take a trip with my posse and we had the time of our life:
- a 28 hours long drive, to reach the destination, spent singing old songs from anime, acting old movies scenes and stopping at every 'Autogrill' we passed 'cause one of the friend, who's a tea addict, had to pee.
- we were able to puncture a tyre on the worst Italian highway, the infamous Salerno-Reggio Calabria, and to spend there almost three hours waiting for help.
The zealous girl we called for help, had lost our file.
- the apartment we rented almost fell to pieces.We had problems with the shower, the sinks, the coffee machine and me and my best friends found ourselves sleeping on the floor because our bed frame broke down.X°D
Despite all the problems, I can't help but think that those were the things that made our vacation so enjoyable.
We wouldn't have anything funny to tell the others, we wouldn't have met the most hilarious plumber in the whole Italy, we wouldn't have laughed so hard.
AND
We wouldn't have witnessed that sunset, nor this little village called Scilla.
A village that seems to come out from a postcard.
This are the experiences I'll be grateful to have lived when I'll be old.
It will be nice to remember them.