Italy
Well, just got back from Italy. Was an experience unlike anything I've ever done before. My mom and I traveled with a group of 16 women (including us) and roamed Tuscany and Umbria with a last stop in Rome before leaving. It was a wonderful and refreshing two weeks.
The villages and towns we visited (Assisi, Spoletto, Orvietto, Perugia to name a few) were lovely. Enveloped in green mountains and usually situated at the crest of a mountain, they offered breathtaking views of the countryside below. The churches (basilica's) and frescos were unlike anything I've seen in the states...the sheer history of all I saw left me feeling very small in comparison.
Even despite the blistering heat and dreadful humidity, even given the fact that no one believes in air conditioning, and most of the toilets lacked toilet seats (I have never been a squatter...sorry if that's TMI), the trip was worth every penny, and I felt that every moment there was well spent and something I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
Now, I am home.
I immediately met with a dichotomous feeling of relief to be home, and sadness that I am here. Does that make sense? I went to work yesterday for the first time in 2 weeks and felt like I am absolutely in the wrong career, living in the wrong town, and generally off track. I'm hoping this unease will pass, maybe I will learn to love what I experienced without feeling a regret for the fact that I can't experience it everyday.
The villages and towns we visited (Assisi, Spoletto, Orvietto, Perugia to name a few) were lovely. Enveloped in green mountains and usually situated at the crest of a mountain, they offered breathtaking views of the countryside below. The churches (basilica's) and frescos were unlike anything I've seen in the states...the sheer history of all I saw left me feeling very small in comparison.
Even despite the blistering heat and dreadful humidity, even given the fact that no one believes in air conditioning, and most of the toilets lacked toilet seats (I have never been a squatter...sorry if that's TMI), the trip was worth every penny, and I felt that every moment there was well spent and something I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
Now, I am home.
I immediately met with a dichotomous feeling of relief to be home, and sadness that I am here. Does that make sense? I went to work yesterday for the first time in 2 weeks and felt like I am absolutely in the wrong career, living in the wrong town, and generally off track. I'm hoping this unease will pass, maybe I will learn to love what I experienced without feeling a regret for the fact that I can't experience it everyday.