How I Spent My Summer Vacation – a month in Italy

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I’m back in the good ol’ USA and much more tan for it (amazingly enough)! We arrived in New York from Italy late last night and now that I’ve had a chance to pool my pictures together, I’ve decided that a photo tour is the way to go for this blog post. Because, really, how one is supposed to put a month of living on an Italian island, going to the beach every day and having the most amazing gelato for dessert every night into words when pictures say it so much better?? You really can’t.

But because brevity has never been my strong suit, I would like it noted for the record that, already after one month of living in Italy (versus the nine months I lived in France), I’m already much more comfortable with the Italian language than I was with French— like night and day difference. I was pretty proud of myself for being able to converse (though definitely not fluently) with the bartender who brought us limoncello each night.

But, capisco meglio di quel parlo (I understand better than I speak). And it helps that Dave’s dad is Italian and is a constant resource for my barrage of questions.

Also, there were a few extra special gatherings of our trip that warrant their own blog posts, so those are in the queue to be posted soon.

In the meantime, check out where I was living for the month of July…not too shabby, right??

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