I’ve learned the hard way that it is so incredibly easy to go to Italy…but leaving it is brutto! Not a single moment of the day goes by that I don’t think about Italy. I miss it so much.
My trip was pretty much everything I hoped it would be. I was able to reconnect with my family. I was able to communicate with my nonna in a way that she could understand me and I her – which made us both very happy. I was blessed to meet some truly amazing and wonderful people who I now call friends. I fell in love with Carpanzano all over again. It embraced me like an old friend with arms wide open and it opened my eyes to so much that I had let slip away from me. I come back changed, in a good way. Before I left I wasn’t sure what I wanted or where my life was headed but now that I am back I have more of a focus and drive towards something again.
A few days before I returned to Toronto, I made sure to have some alone time with this beautiful place. I went for a walk through the town taking in as much of it as I possibly could and assuring the town (and myself) that I would be back soon…promise!
I still stand by the notion that you haven’t truly seen Italy until you’ve seen it through a small town like this one.