I never imagined this moment would come or would come this fast. I’m talking about the time for me to write my final blog about my time abroad.
I feel like now is the right time to reminisce about what I thought was going to happen before I arrived in this wonderful country. It’s interesting to see just how accurate I was about how I thought I would spend my time in Florence, Italy.
Imagine taking a bus from the Girona Airport in Spain and getting dropped off in the middle of Barcelona with no tour guide to lead the way, no map worth looking at for directions and not even a police officer to give you directions to your hostel before the sun begins to set more than it already has.
I always knew about Italy’s love and dedication to calcio (soccer) and if I didn’t make it out to a game, I would forever regret it. After all, I grew up watching soccer with a family that has an interest in the Italian teams.
For a while now, my “places to go” list has included Venice, Italy, at the top. I’d fantasize about this city and pin pictures of it on my Pinterest travel board. I also have a “things I want to accomplish” list for 2014, and on it are the words: “Ride in a gondola in Venice while studying abroad.” I am now a happy girl.