I close my eyes and imagine myself walking from my apartment in Florence to LdM. The whole walk, down my stairs, out the door and the swirly gate, and down the cobblestones of Via San Gallo. Walking through San Lorenzo market early in the morning when they're just setting up. And walking back home from the girls' apartment on Via Maggio late at night, with the Ponte Vecchio all lit up.
It really hurts my heart that it's over.
With love and missing it,
Megan
Megan...you are deep.
I hate that you miss it so much...or actually...i don't hate that you miss it, but rather, i hate that your post-italia life isn't more spectacular (if it was than you wouldn't have to miss being in italy!) :( but don't worry....as Nacho Libre would say, "Life is good, Reeeal Good..."
Take Care my Daydreaming Pallion (and by "pallion" i mean "pal" in my own dialect. Not a parish or suburb of the electoral ward in Sunderland, UK! haha) =)
-Brad "il gatto" Brewer (haha, its italian fyi!)
How nostalgic. You'll miss it your whole life. And at the same time, you'll grow on and on and find new loves. (: