I gave my heart to Italy tonight, atop the Piazzale Michelangelo. The sun was falling asleep behing the horizon as I lay on the concrete steps at the top of a small mountain overlooking all of Florence, with a cold Peroni in hand. Suddenly the passionate sounds of an acoustic latin guitar glide through the warm night’s air, and that is when it happened…
I fell hard for this city. An undeniable love and an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. It took about a month for Italy to earn a permanent place in my heart, and yes, I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I feel my perspective on life shifting here.
Right now, there is no where else I would rather be.
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Blog to look forward to: “Boots, boys and beer.”