Goodbye Memphis and Hello Italy! Time to brush up on our Italian, and leave our "ya'lls" behind! Time to board a nine hour flight with my second family, better known as sixty-nine choir students! First stop: Milan; fashion capital of the world, attractive people, and unattractive hostels. None the less, the beautiful city with beautiful weather included unforgettable memories, such as making life long Italian friends and enjoying tasty gelatto. Next: a bus ride to Bologna and then on the Florence. We encountered gypsies along with the beautiful architecture and history Bologna had to offer as well as chuckling at its name alone. Singing in a duomo and the incredible re-verb it had to offer took breaths away. Though our time in Bologna was short, it was simply unforgettable. Another bus ride later, however, we found ourselves in Florence and with much nicer accomodations, although the pouring rain was not fun! I believe the shopping and leather would be my favorite part of Florence, along with every other female there! After enjoying the beauty Florence had to offer, after two days we made our way and wound up in Verona. We visited the famous Verona Arena, as well as the world-famous house of Juliet, where I was allowed the privelage of writing a letter, and even receiving one back; something not to be forgotten. Unfortunately, however we only remained in Verona about three hours, and then it was time for Venice! An entire city built on water! Venice by far was most beautiful and most memorable. Merona Glass, the singing we did, the shopping, and the mischevious activities we got into. The most incredible thing we were able to do in Italy, was being able to sing Mass and St. Mark's Basilica. How many people in their lives can say that? It brought on unbelieable emotion and honor, even for those not Catholc. After three days in Venice, and it's beauty, it was about time to head home, so we made a bus ride back to that same yucky hostel in Milan for one more night before departing back to Memphis, Tennessee. Although no one was looking forward to it, it was probably one of the best nights in reality. No curfew and life long friends. An entire karate team from Macedonia occupied the hostel as well and we all stayed up all night playing cards, socializing, and making friends from all over the world! The next day it was time to board that nine-hour long ride again back home. Although I did not take this trip with my real family, my choir is my second family. We fight, but in the end we love each other and share a common bond, making Italy the best time of my life. I had experiences, few can say they have had. Singing in outrageous places, befriending Italians and Macedonians, who I still talk to, writing Juliet, and creating a special bond with sixty-nine of the craziest, but most wonderful people you will ever encounter. However after a week of all this incredibleness and all that Italian food, I was happy to be home, but most happy to see my real family, and a nice cheeseburger as well!
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