Day #20
For my last day in Italy we started out later in the
evening. We slept in for the first time in awhile and ate lunch at the hotel.
Around 4 we took the bus and metro into Torino.
Our first stop was Borgo Medieval,
which is a medieval castle.
It had an open courtyard that was cool with a
market going on in it. There was this really sweet shop there as well. I ended
up buying some jewelry there. A lot of the jewelry had to do with astrology. It
was too late to get a tour of the castle inside so we just explored the outside
of it for a while.
We walked along the river the rest of the way until we hit
the main part of Torino.
Our next spot was Museo Nazionale del Cinema where
did we did a panoramic tour of the city.
An elevator brought us to the top of
the building. We got to look out and see all of Torino from high up and take
pictures.
There was a cool cinema museum inside. That’s something I wish I had
more time to see. It had a lot of American actors and actresses in it. Afterwards
we walked to a wine store and bought a bottle of white wine for my last night. We walked to this awesome
restaurant. I got gnocchi—my favorite dish in Italy, a salad, white wine and plenty
of bread. The restaurant is so pretty and they have candles lit at your table.
I felt like I was in heaven because the only music that played was like soulful
r&b in English. It was my favorite music, food and the atmosphere was
perfect.
We got a cab back to the hotel afterwards and stayed up drinking wine
with Pollo. This morning Marie left for camp and I said bye to her. I will miss
her. She was a good roommate. We spent every minute of every day for 3 weeks
together. After 3 weeks---we still like one another haha.
The same guy who picked me from the
airport, dropped me off to the airport. I got there pretty early. I had 2 hours
to kill with no wifi. I wrote some stuff, got some ritz crackers and walked
around for a bit. The first plane was only an hour to Frankfurt, Germany. I
fell asleep for most of it. By the time we landed it was about 4:20 and my next
flight was at 5:10. I was worried I wouldn’t make it in time. We had to take a
shuttle when we got off the bus. By now it was about 4:40. I was freaking out.
I was gate Z. When I got in I started like running to get where I needed to go.
All of a sudden there was a long line for passport control. Thank god it moved
fast and they let me go through a quicker line because of my flight time.
Again I was running to get to my
gate. I was paranoid I was going to miss it. I got to gate Z 54 and I see all
these Asian people in line. I look at the name of the destination and it’s like
Shainpoo or something like that. I’m freaking out. I asked the lady at the
counter and she told me it was Z 62 only a few gates down. Thank god. I was able
to board my plane on time. I was sweating by the time I got on from running
around so much.
As I’m sitting on the plane right
now I figured it would be a perfect time to write a reflection of my trip. The
plane ride is a lot more enjoyable then the way there. I started the trip with
tonsillitis. I cried in the Germany airport because I felt like shit and no one
would help me find the medical center. I cursed out a German police officer
because he refused to show me where it was. No one knew English and I could
barely understand their directions. I remember feeling so helpless, confused,
and alone. It was a lot harder than I imagined it would be. Thank god I found
it and got an antibiotic. By the 2nd day of the trip I felt 90%
better. My first 3-4 days were hard. They were hard emotionally and mentally. I
never thought I was the type that would miss home or I never considered myself
a homebody.
I had planned this trip as
something to look forward to after a very challenging first year of teaching. I
had survived the year from hell and here I was 25 years old and crying in my
room because I missed home. I was also alone in a foreign country. The 1 person
I knew I had just met. My roommate arrived 2 days late. Everything was a
process--ordering dinner, getting the right bus, buying things at the store,
etc. It was stuff I never even thought would be hard. It was something that I
guess I always took for granted. I thought I would just show up and this stuff
would miraculously happen for me. I think the hardest part was feeling lonely.
This was a feeling that I’ve never really felt before. I have great family and
friends.
I’ve lived with Melissa for 8
years. I always had someone to go to. I can text my mom at any time. She texts
me all the time. I usually get annoyed
at how much she calls and texts me. Here I am in Italy and I can’t text or call
anyone. It made me appreciate the people close to me. Being alone and outside
my comfort zone made me think about the people I love and care about the most.
During those first 3-4 days, I couldn’t stop missing my mom or Melissa. I
didn’t realize how I had taken those relationships for granted while I was
home.
I didn’t know how I was going to
last 3 weeks. I was starting to question my decision to go to Italy alone. I
was in a room with a girl I barely knew, in a place I had never been, and no
one spoke English besides 1 person at the hotel. I kept telling myself I had to
stick it out and that it would get better.
I am glad I did because the
experience did get a lot better for me. Camp made things a lot homier for me. I
think it was kids that put me more at ease. The fact that they didn’t speak
English and wanted to be around you was a very rewarding feeling. The food and
wine definitely helped a lot---it was amazing! I’ve probably gained 10 pounds
from all the bread and pasta. I got to know my roommate Marie and we got along
great. We made friends with a bunch of men at dinner from Naples. Eventually I
fell into the groove of Italy. It was a rewarding and eye opening experience.
In America we see those group of
Asians who can’t speak English and we laugh or avoid them. It was different
being on the opposite side of the line. Here I was the Asian who couldn’t speak
Italian. People would stare at you, avoid you, get agitated with you and at
times were rude to you. We tend to think that if you can’t speak our language
that you don’t know what is going on which is just pure ignorance. Since I
couldn’t speak the language I think I was more aware of body language and
observed more than ever. It’s very easy to pick up on vibes and people even if
you don’t know the language. I told Marie I would definitely think twice when I
saw someone out in public who spoke a different language or who was struggling
to find a place because of the language. I knew how hard it was for me.
On my last day I felt a mix of
emotions. I felt sad leaving but I felt excited to go back to the USA and see
everyone. I felt proud of myself for sticking through a rough patch of the trip
to get an amazing experience in the end. When you remove yourself from your
everyday life, you’re forced to think a lot. You evaluate yourself and your
relationships.
I felt happy about who I was and whom I have in my life. Seeing
and living in a different culture is interesting to note the similarities and
differences of your own. You realize
that your way of life isn’t the only way. It humbles you. You realize there’s
more to life than just you. Adversity and diversity are good for the
soul. After my 3 weeks in Italy, I can make one final note:
I am proud to
be an American.