When I returned to Italy after the wedding, I knew I would be leaving soon, so I made sure I ate as much pizza as possible for the remainder of my time there. I mean pizza everyday, usually twice a day, and gelato like three times a week. I'm pretty sure that the work I did at the churches wasn't enough to burn off all those pizza calories, and I gained like ten pounds!! Oh well, my pocket wasn't empty, but my belly was, so hell, more pizza!! It's my favourite food if you can't tell.
I was so lucky to have spent my last days in Italy with Amy. Volunteering with someone you know if like ten times better than doing it alone. There is always someone to talk to, and less of the awkward, Ciao, sono Cecilia, escusa, solo parlo un pou da Italiano. Which is probably not even correct anyway. My Italian was good enough to defend myself, but it was still a mix of Italian and Spanish, which I dubbed, Spangtalian, with an American accent. Haha.
Rome was the best. It was way better than Milan. Although Milan had better pizza.
Our last days in Italy were graced by by a blizzard! An event that hasn't happened in the last twenty five years in Rome, and we were there to see it. It was beautiful. Especially at three in the morning when no one was out, it was quiet, and you could hear the snow fall, as it lightly covered the Colosseum.
I parted with Amy with hugs and plenty of "Ciao Bella" and "O Dio" being yelled across the train station.
After that, it was on to Singapore and to Australia a trip that would take me about five days. Bring it on!
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