Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt wedding photo
I like to look back through my photos as I write to help bring back emotions and memories and to actually be able to see what I was doing and looking at, at the time. This is one of the first photos I took in Florence. I was standing on the river, near my apartment. I remember so many different feelings. First of all, I was confused and nervous, considering I knew very little Italian and there were about 1,000 streets in that tiny city. I missed home so much but there wasn’t any part of me that desired to go back. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the city and the landscape and there were SOO many people admiring Florence between the tourists and the artists. My computer would not connect to the internet in my apartment so I took my laptop and sat in the middle of the Uffizi Museum courtyard and skyped my boyfriend. As I was walking down the street alone, many Italian men took the time to acknowledge my beauty in a very creepy way. I was a little terrified but I just kept walking. There was a lot of culture shock going on at the time. I was so mesmerized by my surroundings but I didn’t want to look too distracted. I skyped my boyfriend with the worst internet connection possible. My heart was breaking, realizing that our communication would be so limited but looking back, I realize it was a good thing to not have had that constant access to home and security. Finally I gave up fighting the crappy internet connection and wondered around near the river. There were so many wonders about the city. I wanted to find out everything, and I definitely wanted to learn my way around before the end of the 6 weeks, though I doubted I would ever be comfortable navigating myself through Florence alone. I returned back to apartment and waited anxiously to meet my roommates. Back in Florida, I hadn’t had the best luck with roommates. It’s probably one of the worst stories I could ever tell and it would make a great feature film… but that’s for another post. Anyways, I wasn’t looking forward to meeting these two girls, due to the fact that I had pretty bad luck before. When I met them, I noticed how incredibly friendly and beautiful they were. To my surprise, they were pleasant and held good conversation. This allowed me to breathe a little better. There was hope in my heart for these girls and my relationship with them. We spent time unpacking and sharing our thoughts about Florence and why we were there. We discovered we all had classes together and seemed to be getting along great. We shared a lot of the same feelings towards our new environment which was comforting. None of us could connect to our internet that night so we spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other. I learned quickly that I was very lucky to have been placed with these girls and I felt a little spark of happiness for new, quality friends. That night, a horrible thunderstorm took over Florence. As the rain poured we found more and more leaks in our roof. We scurried around looking for pots and dying laughing at the dinky, run-down apartment we had been assigned. This was a moment of frustration but also of pure bonding, and overcoming our first obstacle together. We definitely put the leaking roof on our complaint/maintenance list. I went to bed without speaking to my boyfriend or family, which was rough. I said a loooong prayer in hopes, that when I woke up in the morning, everything would still be okay. And there ended my first day in Florence.