“It is only after time has been given for a cool and deliberate reflection that the real voice of the people can be known” -George Washington

These past few weeks have flown by. I've been living in Florence for over a month now, and I can't believe it's already March. When I arrived, I was incredibly comfortable with the amount of time I have here. But now, time feels like it is slowly slipping away, and I can no longer say that I am confident that I will accomplish everything I want to while here. It may have been a bit ignorant for me to assume I'd leave feeling like I'd seen everything I wanted to see, after all, there's always something new to see, however, it's much more blissful to think that this whole semester will be a perfect fairytale.

I've done quite a bit of traveling since arriving. I realize I haven't really shared any details of my trips yet. Every time I sit down to blog I find myself listing out seemingly aimless details of our activities, and then promptly erasing everything because it lacks life or I just don't feel like continuing. I believe I've come to some sort of minor realization that the reason I can't think of what to write is because I haven't taken any of my incredibly prevalent free time to reflect on what I experienced. I haven't thought about what each place means to me, I've just used my travel exhaustion as an excuse to sleep and delay any activity that takes slight effort. So, this is my attempt to untangle all of the thoughts and emotions that I've experienced in the places I've visited so far (Bologna, Verona, Siena, and Venice) and compile them into semi coherent sentences that will convey what's in my brain to all of you faithful readers. ;)

I could list out details of our itinerary and names of who went, but that all seems a bit unnecessary and besides the point to me. I'm going to let my pictures do most of the talking, and I'll interject with words where I feel necessary. After all, a picture's worth 1000 words, right? Cliche, I know, but I can't even attempt to describe the beauty I've seen in some of these places, and frankly, I don't want to try.

First off, Bologna.

The main Piazza in Bologna

I couldn't help but take a picture of this adorable doggy drinking out of an incredibly old fountain

This little guy got so much enjoyment out of chasing the pigeons. If only we all could embrace things like this more often. 

So cute.

The thing I liked most about Bologna was the open air market. 

Some of the freshest, most colorful foods can be found here. 

These are replicas of famous paintings that I can't remember the name of. Regardless, they were cool to see.

This cathedral was so beautiful. The sun shone in and split the darkness like a knife. It's amazing how every inch is so incredibly detailed. 

This is an example of typical architecture in Bologna. I love the oversized mahogany doors, they create such a contrast against the weathered stone facade. 

This is one of my best memories in Bologna. CREPES. they were amazing. The woman who made them possesses some sort of magical skill that I can only wish to obtain someday. 

This crepe was like a wonderful explosion of strawberries, sugar and mascarpone that ended in the the most flavorful fireworks you've ever tasted. 

We visited this Modern Art Museum, which was really interesting at parts, and really creepy at parts. Needless to say, Teal and I got bored, and started experimenting with the slow shutter speed on my camera. This is the result.

Bologna, in a nutshell, is a very cool city. It's more modernized that Florence, so it felt more like home. It is also home to the largest University in Italy, so that meant that our taste buds were treated to amazing food that our wallets appreciated as well. The architecture is very interesting and there are plenty of museums to see. Overall I liked Bologna a lot, but I realize the reason why  I liked it so much is because I got to experience it with people I love. Playing around with my camera in a museum would not have been anywhere near as fun by myself as it was with Teal. Staying in a hostel for the first time was far less intimidating when I was surrounded by seven girls I have begun to know and love. Traveling is about seeing and experiencing, but if you have no one to share it with, it's far less meaningful. I'm so appreciative that the people I have gotten to know here are so warm and welcoming, it's made every experience here much more exciting and interesting.

So, there you have it. My first travel experience. I was going to try and combine all of my excursions into one post, but I quickly realized that would be one monstrous, never-ending post. So, I'll write more soon, I promise.
Arrividerci!