&Yet, within these three weeks, I already feel like i know these quaint little streets like the back of my hand, i can't help but integrate this wonderful, magnificent language into my everyday talk.
I'm so used to zooming off into different cities, rushing to the stazione to run away for the weekend, saying "basta!" to my gsi's and professore. did i really never wander into un bar alone to have an expresso or laugh all afternoon long sipping on wine? i can't seem to remember a time when my feet were wonderfully soft from not walking everywhere, or when my skin wasn't mauled with hideous bug bites.
i have a paper due tomorrow at five, but im at my now favorite bar with two girls, sipping on beer while breaking down the works of botticelli. che strano, the world here and the world there.
the wonderful staff at the hotel, my wonderful maria that always greets me "buon giorno bellissima!"......... and i get so sad already thinking of leaving.
firenze, you will always have the most special place in my heart, and i can already feel a little bit of me die as i think of parting with you.
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