DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).