The year 2010 was an amazing year. It was during that year that I was able to cross off many items from my bucket list; of course, once something was crossed off, I would add another three dreams to the list. I swam in an ocean in Nice, France. I took a cooking class in Madrid, Spain. I had my first kiss from a European man; I don’t care if it was just my cheek, it still counts in my book! I danced in the rain in the streets of Monte Carlo, and you know what, I can’t seem to care that I ruined my favorite pair of heals.
Yes, 2010 was an amazing year, and I was blessed to have experienced more things within that single year, then most people will experience in an entire lifetime.
But take away everything else, the parties, the adventures, the personal miracles, and 2010 would still have been my favorite year. Because that was the year I went to the one place that I have been asking and begging my family to take a trip to, rather then the usual California and tropical islands.
During the summer of 2010, I traveled to Italy for the first time; and I promised myself that it would not be the last.
As a Sweet Sixteen birthday present, I was given the choice between a big party and a vacation; seeing as I was never one to bask in direct attention, I chose the vacation. And so, on the first day of July, I was whisked away on a plane to Italy, where I would be on a month long tour. One of my favorite things about that trip, aside from the fact that I was going to Italy, was the fact that I was on my own. There were no parents to tell me when I could and couldn’t leave the hotel room or siblings, who would rather sit on the beach the entire day, rather then see Michelangelo’s David.
The vacation was all mine and I didn’t have to share it with anyone.
Italy was truly a stunning place, filled with more culture and history in a single town center, then in the entire state of New York. Your eyes were constantly darting around, trying to capture every image that was missed by your camera, attempting to burn it into your memory in the fear that you may forget it as the years go by.
The gelato was fresh, sold in little shops no bigger then an Upper East Side closet, and had flavors like rose, lavender, and hazelnut. The pizza was thin, almost that of a crispy tortilla, with sauce as the main base, rather then the Americanized cheese. Appetizers of mozzarella, prosciutto, ricotta and capers were the centerpieces of most dinners.
As you all can tell, the food was absolutely amazing, and I do not in the lease bit feel guilt for gaining those eight pound in that month. They were eight pounds well worth it!
Where the food was marvelous, the architecture was spectacular. Fountains in town centers, bridges branching over the rivers of Venice, Medici Castles standing next to a barbershop, all of which, were led by the passages of cobblestone and marble streets.
Italy is one of the most the most beautiful place that I have ever been and I promise myself that I will return.
Top 6 Things To Do in Florence
-Visit Piazza della Signoria
-Take a Cooking Class with “Kitchen Chez Nous”
-Casual dining at Caffe Coquinarius
-Eat Gelato at Vivoli
-Visit the Boboli Gardens
-Party it up at Yab Night Club
Here are just a handful of things that you can do in Florence, but I promise you this, there are many more!