An Italian Romance
Ten years from now, when I reminisce on my time spent in Florence, Italy, I think I’ll remember it as the most romantic day of my life. A million more romantic occurrences could happen between now and then, but there’s something about Florence – the unwavering beauty of the city – that romanticizes the memory with heavier emphasis. Granted the time I spent in Florence truly was romantic; I was there celebrating my boyfriend, Timo’s, thirtieth birthday. Even being a month removed from it, every time I think back or see a picture I’m overwhelmed by the magical feeling that can only be described as romance, my Italian Romance. The…
Eat, Pray, Love Didn’t Make Me Do It
How is this for an Eat, Pray, Love experience? I’m sitting in my New York apartment practicing Italian phrases in preparation for my first European adventure. A few weeks ago, I read a collection of essays , Eat, Pray, Love Made Me Do it. Each essay detailed how the book had influenced people’s lives. It was incredible to read these stories and realize how one person’s story could impact the lives of millions. As someone who often writes about personal experiences, it reinforced my belief that even if your writing only impacts one person, it’s worth the effort.
