Ah, the nostalgia of my time in Italy. The inviting smells, the lively streets, the faint Italian chatter all around me-- I miss it everyday. Sure, I can get pasta and pizza from any restaurant down the road, but it just isn't the same. Below are some of my favorite things that I pine for every day, along with some photos, so that you see everything through my eyes and I can string you along in my sorrow.
The food
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Italians do a lot of things right, and one of them is food. Pizza took on a whole new meaning as my eyes (and tastebuds) were opened to the most delicious combinations and flavors I have ever experienced.
The people
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Everyone is so incredibly nice and welcoming, I hardly felt like a tourist. I loved talking to shop or bakery owners and hearing their stories, and just simply people-watching.
The history
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A running joke among the Italians is how we Americans think our buildings from the 1800s are old. In Rome, I learned pretty fast that buildings that are a couple hundred of years old are considered "new".
The views
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I think 81% of my camera roll is just different variations of this same view. But how could you not be in love with it: I could have sat in this spot for hours and never got bored.
The buildings
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Everything just looks so beautiful, all the time. The buildings are all so aesthetic and the architecture is breathtaking, and no two buildings are exactly alike.
The winding streets
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Each cobblestone-lined nook and cranny is exciting and unique, and possesses a charm unlike any other place in America. You could get lost peering into various bakeries and collector shops, and to be quite honest, you wouldn't mind one bit!