How would you go about describing your best day? Personally, I avoided this prompt the most and I’ll tell you why soon. When in Italy, time moves very quickly and you feel as if you had no time at all. No time to process all the beautiful and extraordinary moments. Well, that’s how I feel anyway. I can’t describe one singular perfect day, because all of them were amazing and all of them hold meaning. From experiencing life in the small town of Reggio Emilia, to hopping from one restaurant to another in Cinque Terre, and gliding across the waterways of Venice. In Reggio, I met a teacher who loved her kids, one that did everything she could to make sure we felt comfortable and welcomed. She asked her students to sing us songs and in return, we read Chicka Chicka Boom Boom to them. I also met Silvia, a lovely woman from the market who sold the most beautiful clothes I think I’ve ever seen. She spoke to me slowly to make sure I’d understand and showed me how grateful she was for our conversation with the way she smiled. Reggio Emilia will forever have my heart. In Cinque Terre, I jumped off a boat into the Ligurian Sea, which I might add, was freezing. I found
myself in the town where Luca, the Disney movie, was based in and caught the most magical photos. I ate the most incredible pesto, and hopped from town to town via train. In Venice, I found myself dressed like the gondola guides with my striped shirt and ate the smoothest and richest gelato of my life. I can’t describe my perfect day, because it all becomes a blur. I can’t describe one singular perfect day, because no matter how hard I try, I find myself talking about all of my time spent here in Italy.