Danielle V.

Italia

There are no words to describe my home,
It’s my favorite place in the world.

Creator of pizza, pasta, and gelato.
The encouraging words to “eat, eat, and eat.”
With an Italian family you will NEVER go hungry.
It’s almost impossible to say “No.”

Ancient Rome and the sands of the Coliseum.
The language rolling off my tongue.
You would have thought I’d been speaking for years.

Although it doesn’t seem possible,
Everyone I meet is somehow a cousin: everyone is family.
Never is there a time where someone is excluded.
Nothing compares to the security of my family.

Experiencing a culture for just two weeks,
Somehow just isn’t enough.
Luckily I am reminded every day of where I come from.




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