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And so it begins
I will use this blog to post a one photo + caption a day (short and sweet, plus I'd rather the photos do the talking), but I felt that the first post should give some background about me and what my life will be like in Florence.
Here I go. I am about to begin what I can only assume will be an unforgettable four months. I am anxious to see what is ahead of me, excited to live in a foreign country, and confident that I'll walk away as a better version of myself. Sheesh, heavy stuff! Really, I am beyond excited to take advantage of all traveling has to offer.
On January 16, I will be flying from Charlotte, to Philadelphia, to Frankfurt, Germany, and on to Florence, Italy. I'll be in Florence until May 19 studying at the Lorenzo de'Medici Institute (LdM). So, why Florence?! Since taking Latin as a small 6th grader, I began to feel a strong pull towards all things Italian. I learned about about the intricacies of Italian culture; the rich yet tormented history of the Roman Empire; how Vesuvius rendered Pompeii frozen in time; the desperation of a gladiator as he begs for a “thumbs up” from the arena; and how Latin is actually very much alive to this day. Nerded out yet? I was sold. I wanted—needed—to visit Italy. It's history seemed to come right out of a Hollywood blockbuster. Thus began my fascination with Italian history and culture--and 7 (long) years of studying Latin.
So, Caroline, if you're "so passionate" about Italy, you must be nearly fluent in Latin by now. At least know some Italian? Wrong. Ask me sometime about the story of how I tried to take Latin as a first semester freshman at Carolina. It's painfully awkward and uncomfortable--the best kind of story. Anyways, no, I do not speak a lick of Italian. My classes will be taught in English, but I will be taking Italian at LdM. Let's hope my good 'ol Latin foundation will help me out. One of the reasons I chose Florence was because LdM does not have a language prerequisit.
I don't have any classes on Friday, so that leaves plenty of time for weekend travel. Rome? Gotta see it. Vesuvius? Gotta climb it. Pisa? Gotta take the classic tourist holding-up-the-tower illusion picture. Naples? Gotta taste that pizza. Almafi Coast? Could the water be any bluer? There is also abundant CHEAP airfare that will allow me to travel out of Italy, too. I am dying to see London, return to Paris, visit Amsterdam, and see Spain (Maggie, I'm comin' for you).
If I have learned anything about myself, it's that I feel the most confident, the most proud, and the happiest when I live slightly out of my comfort zone. You know that feeling of being nervous before trying something new? It can be something as small as trying a new group fitness class, waiting at a coffee shop to meet a stranger, or paying someone a truly heartfelt compliment. It is in these moments that I feel the most fulfilled. Trying new things, though often nervewracking, almost always pays off. These next four months are certain to push me (far) out of my comfort zone. Sometimes, probably, too far. But, I can't forget that it will pay off.
The title of the blog comes from one of my favorite passages from Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love. The book tells Liz's true story of how she lived in Italy, India, and Bali for one year, leaving her comfortable life as a writer in New York. She starts her year abroad spending four months in Rome. When studying Italian with her tutor, she learns the word "attraversiamo" which means "let's cross over." As in, let's cross over the street. It's an ordinary word that Liz admires for it's beautiful sounds. I love this passage and want to do just that: cross over. Cross over into adventure, a new culture, a better version of myself.
Here I go. I am about to begin what I can only assume will be an unforgettable four months. I am anxious to see what is ahead of me, excited to live in a foreign country, and confident that I'll walk away as a better version of myself. Sheesh, heavy stuff! Really, I am beyond excited to take advantage of all traveling has to offer.
On January 16, I will be flying from Charlotte, to Philadelphia, to Frankfurt, Germany, and on to Florence, Italy. I'll be in Florence until May 19 studying at the Lorenzo de'Medici Institute (LdM). So, why Florence?! Since taking Latin as a small 6th grader, I began to feel a strong pull towards all things Italian. I learned about about the intricacies of Italian culture; the rich yet tormented history of the Roman Empire; how Vesuvius rendered Pompeii frozen in time; the desperation of a gladiator as he begs for a “thumbs up” from the arena; and how Latin is actually very much alive to this day. Nerded out yet? I was sold. I wanted—needed—to visit Italy. It's history seemed to come right out of a Hollywood blockbuster. Thus began my fascination with Italian history and culture--and 7 (long) years of studying Latin.
So, Caroline, if you're "so passionate" about Italy, you must be nearly fluent in Latin by now. At least know some Italian? Wrong. Ask me sometime about the story of how I tried to take Latin as a first semester freshman at Carolina. It's painfully awkward and uncomfortable--the best kind of story. Anyways, no, I do not speak a lick of Italian. My classes will be taught in English, but I will be taking Italian at LdM. Let's hope my good 'ol Latin foundation will help me out. One of the reasons I chose Florence was because LdM does not have a language prerequisit.
I don't have any classes on Friday, so that leaves plenty of time for weekend travel. Rome? Gotta see it. Vesuvius? Gotta climb it. Pisa? Gotta take the classic tourist holding-up-the-tower illusion picture. Naples? Gotta taste that pizza. Almafi Coast? Could the water be any bluer? There is also abundant CHEAP airfare that will allow me to travel out of Italy, too. I am dying to see London, return to Paris, visit Amsterdam, and see Spain (Maggie, I'm comin' for you).
If I have learned anything about myself, it's that I feel the most confident, the most proud, and the happiest when I live slightly out of my comfort zone. You know that feeling of being nervous before trying something new? It can be something as small as trying a new group fitness class, waiting at a coffee shop to meet a stranger, or paying someone a truly heartfelt compliment. It is in these moments that I feel the most fulfilled. Trying new things, though often nervewracking, almost always pays off. These next four months are certain to push me (far) out of my comfort zone. Sometimes, probably, too far. But, I can't forget that it will pay off.
The title of the blog comes from one of my favorite passages from Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love. The book tells Liz's true story of how she lived in Italy, India, and Bali for one year, leaving her comfortable life as a writer in New York. She starts her year abroad spending four months in Rome. When studying Italian with her tutor, she learns the word "attraversiamo" which means "let's cross over." As in, let's cross over the street. It's an ordinary word that Liz admires for it's beautiful sounds. I love this passage and want to do just that: cross over. Cross over into adventure, a new culture, a better version of myself.
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