A Letter to the Country That Changed Me
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- 2 days ago
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Dear Italy, I still feel that first punch of heat when I stepped onto the tarmac at Pisa – like walking into a wall of rosemary and petrol. You were chaos: Vespas threading impossible gaps, shouts echoing off frescoed walls, my suitcase wheels catching on cobbles. I’d come running from a breakup and a job that drained me dry. You gave me back my breath.
For ten days, I got deliciously lost.
In Florence, I cried before Michelangelo’s David at 8am when the light hit his marble veins just so. In a Cinque Terre village, I ate anchovies straight from a fisherman’s bucket, the salt sharp on my tongue. You taught me to sit for hours in sun-warmed piazzas with nothing but a €1 espresso, watching nonnas argue over melons. No agendas. No guilt.
You broke my rush addiction. I learned that "later" is a valid time frame, that wine tastes better when shared with strangers, and that getting on the wrong train might lead you to a hilltop town where goats wander the main street.
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Planning my return felt like a vow. Even sorting airport parking Gatwick – scrolling options at midnight, choosing that reliable off-site car park for cheap airport parking– became part of the pilgrimage. Finding a deal didn’t feel cheap; it felt like wisdom.
You didn’t just give me postcard memories. You gave me back the courage to taste life slowly – to notice how the light turns Venetian canals into liquid gold at 5pm, how silence in a Roman church can vibrate.
My gratitude’s too big for words. So I’ll just say: keep the espresso hot and the lemons heavy on the trees. I’m coming home soon.
Con amore,
The woman you taught to breathe again
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