“It’s called VIAJIYU,” my professor told us as he led us down the cobblestone streets of Florence. “Is that Italian for something or what?” I whispered to one of my friends. She shrugged. My professor liked taking us on little field trips now and then. He wanted us to appreciate everything Italian culture had to […]Read more "How an Italian Shoe Shop Changed My Life"
I spent the past year plagued by dreams that left me feeling restless. They were always about traveling, about planes and taxis and heavy suitcases. Each time, I would be on my way to Italy, the excitement clawing at my stomach as I gathered my belongings and wandered through airports. But each dream, though always […]Read more "Reentering Reality"