I've been home for two weeks now and was thinking it would be a good time for a bit of reflection. I've been adjusting surprisingly well, crying only once or twice, but most prominently while watching Under the Tuscan Sun with my mom and a glass of chianti, when the the Italian food montage made me so nostalgic I could do nothing else but wallow in the misery of my new world of frozen, preserved, microwaved "food".
Speaking of food adjustments, I almost had a breakdown the first time I went to a grocery store here. I was attempting to purchase that same sorts of things I would normally buy at my Italian market but was having the most difficult time simplifying American marketing strategies. Crisis # 1: Tuna. White. Pink. Albacore. Light. In water. In oil. Regular can. Easy open top. Bumble Bee. Chicken of the Sea. Ahhhhhhhh. Crisis # 2: Corn. In Italy, there's basically one kind of corn and it's called corn. Imagine that. Here, there's a million types of corn and the adjectives tacked on are overwhelming. In order to avoid a panic attack I just grabbed one: Crispy, sweet, summer corn. Mamma mia. You all know what a big role Italian food played in my year and leaving it was as difficult as leaving Bologna or Azzurra. Luckily I smuggled some of it in to the country and I'm also able to find a few exciting things in grocery stores here, like prosciutto and gelato!
I've called Italy (aka Azzurra and Federica) a couple times since arriving and they've had a hard time being in the apartment without us. Federica told me that Azzurra moved all the furniture around in our old room because she couldn't stand to see it in the same arrangement, but empty. Alessandro said he missed our voices. Luckily, almost everybody is out of the apartments and back down in Calabria with their families by now. Even though we had to uproot our lives and leave everything we had learned to love, they are the ones left with an empty room, just as my family was at the beginning of the year. I have got to stop doing this to people.
As for me, I'm just chillin', hanging out with my family for the next couple weeks until I fly down to San Diego to meet up with Shawn, Alessandro, and Francesco for our Italian/Californian road trip up the coast. I'm thrilled to reunite with everyone: Ian, Andrew, Gio, and Charlotte too! And to keep up with the Italian...
The language was one of my favorite things this year, in addition to the food. People ask me why I didn't find myself a hot Italian boy while I was over there, but I just wasn't interested in that, it's not why I went and I didn't want to put myself through the heartbreak at the end (I've seen it, it's nasty). Instead, I found two (much more satisfying!) lovers: Cuisine and Colloquialisms. And let me tell you, they've got it all: romance, pleasure, intrigue...and whenever I was with them, I felt like I was where I was supposed to be all along.
I can't put this year into words. I get blanket questions from people like, "So. How was Italy?" And I'm kind of at a loss. When my dental hygienist heard what I had done, she sighed, "ah, was that nice?" UM, YES, LADY! Nice doesn't even scratch the cocoa powder atop the tiramisu. But for any of you who have followed my blog, I think you can tell. This year totally rejuvenated me. It showed me all the possibilities, places, and potential I have in my life. It gave me self-confidence, perspective, and passion. It helped me to discover Who I Am and What I Want. Studying abroad was the best decision I ever made for myself.
I met so many life-long friends, traveled to places I never expected to go, and experienced other cultures that in turn taught me about my own. My three favorite trips were Holland, Greece, and Sicily. My favorite plate, I swear to you, is Federica's mother's eggplant parmesan. My favorite place in Bologna is the fresh market off of Piazza Maggiore. I can't wait to go back, to revisit the places and people that became so close to my heart, and to visit and meet new ones. I left a big chunk of my heart in Bologna, and little heartcrumbs all over Europe. I don't think it'll be too hard to find my way back!
I want to thank everyone who took the time to read my blog this year...knowing you all were at home rooting me on was such a big help when I was trying to get myself settled over there. I can't thank you enough for the support. It has been a pleasure writing about all my experiences abroad; I did this as much for myself as I did it for you! I'm going to miss it terribly. As a result, I'm thinking about writing a new blog next year, for my final year in college...it won't be quite as exciting, but hopefully it will motivate me to get out there and live something worth writing about!
"The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning." -Ivy Baker Priest
A dopo!
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