Tomorrow is my last day in Italy. Technically I leave Friday, but days spent on airplanes do not count as days.
Exams are done-wait, is it still an exam if you're drinking wine with it? Oh right, yes, this is Italy, and I was graded on how I drank that wine. Bags are packed, passport is located and ready to go. Flight is triple-checked, gluten-free meal is reserved. Last call for cheesy souvenir requests. Wine popener anyone?
Yesterday evening as a last hurrah my Tavel Writing class adventured to the Hotel Raphael, a beautiful, vine-covered hotel just off the far corner of Piazza Novona. We toasted the view from the rooftop bar with a bottle of prosecco, and watched those glorious twenty minutes when the last daylight turns Rome gold. A perfect sendoff, thank you Andi.
I suppose this is where I'm supposed to have some big, epitomizing thought to show how my semester abroad changed my life, but all that is coming to mind is how leaving the Eternal City feels a lot less like saying 'goodbye' and a lot more like saying 'see you later'. This is Rome. I am leaving it in good hands, hands that will still be gesturing wildly over their fifth espresso before noon when I return.
So in the words of Brad Pitt, arrivederci.
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