Author: Fizza Jaffari
Traveling has always been a great passion of mine. Ever since I was a little girl, I had always wanted to see the world. Different places interested me. They seemed like a getaway from my daily routine rituals, a passport to something new. I grew up with a keen eye for different cultures.
I also grew up watching my dad go on business trips every other week around the world. It was like he would go around the world in less than 70 days, all jokes aside. I would always want to tag along, my desire being fueled with all his wonderful stories. However, my constant begging got me nowhere. I was not allowed on business trips, and that was that.
As I got older, things began to change. My dad started to trust me more, and now sometimes he even took me on the local business trips to other states. At the tender age of 13, I had already been to 18 states. Each state was a new experience for me, adding to my knowledge. These business trips made me feel like an adult. Even as a teenager, I developed a strong sensitivity to different people. I leaned to accept everyone for who they were. This would definitely help me for what was about to come.
It was a dull and boring day. I remember every detail so vividly as if it had just happened yesterday. My dad came into my room with an early birthday present. My dad made my day with that simple blue-lined envelope he laid before me.
In the envelope was my ticket to freedom, the one and only Italy. I always dreamed of going there, and now I would finally get my chance. I quickly got up to pack, throwing clothes into my suitcase, piling them up to look like a mountains peak. The flight was for Saturday and there were only three days left.
Italy was a miracle. The airport I landed on was a dream come true, the eight and a half hour flight was all worth it. I wanted to get started on my tourism right away; I could not even wait a second. The buildings were made so differently and as people passed me muttering in Italian, I felt like I was on top of the world. Museums were clustered with valuable art designs that filled the halls.
The dining experience was wonderful, especially the dessert part. Chocolate covered strawberries and biscotti dipped in white chocolate made my mouth water. I loved going to Guerilla Road for dinner, the gourmet selection of foods was something I would give 7 stars. Not only the food was great, but so was the atmosphere and the environment surrounding it. It was so serene and breathtaking. I wished I could never go home.
Two weeks flew by so quickly. Waiting for my flight to arrive, I looked back at the three weeks of pure indulgence of my body and soul. It was a trip of a lifetime, something I could never forget. I promised to thank my dad for everything as soon as I stepped into my doorway.
Looking back at all the shopping, the art, even the weather, brought an ear to ear smile to my face. It was so fantasy like, but real at the same time. The waterfalls, the wildlife and the beautiful aroma of the flowers blooming made me feel so ecstatic to be there. Handling everything on my own enhanced my skill of responsibility.
This trip honestly enlightened me to the different aspects of life and thus it is safe to call it a very memorable experience.