Benvenuto A Italia
Noi siamo arrivati finalmente!!!
We finally arrived! after traveling for over 11 hours total flight time we finally made it to our destination. Ferrara the city of bicycles, medieval renaissance walls, cobblestone streets, a Castle which withstood the test of time and the famous cappellacci di zucca. Which I later came to love and learn how to make.
This was not my first time traveling to Italy. Traveling has always been a passion of mine something I think I inherited from my mother. My family and I used to live in Madrid, Spain. For our last couple of months before moving back to the states my mother and I took a mini euro trip. Our trip took us across several European countries Italy being one of them. I spoke only French, Spanish, and English at the time so my linguistics skills were not of much use in Italy but my mother had an ace up her sleeve. She had learned Italian and fearlessly led our Italian adventure throughout most of the major cities and cites, it inspired me to learn and add this language to my skill set and to redeem myself for not being able to help her communicate.
The fondest memories I have are of her and I sitting on trains bouncing from city to city taking in the views and planning our next adventure. I love her more than words can describe and hold those memories close to my heart. She inspired me to sign up for this trip to Ferrara through The University of Houston. Traveling to Ferrara and Italy in general was something personal to me I wanted to circumnavigate the same streets her and I once walked together and feel like I did those days when we were together in 2007.
Fast forward to 2016 a couple of inches and pounds later here I was in Italy. Speaking Italian like a local and finding my way through cities I only dreamed of seeing. Ferrara was a small quaint town with picturesque streets frozen in time. A medieval city that was one of the first modern cities to be erected in Italian history. Its walls protected it against attacks and even time itself, everything about Ferrara was like walking down a portal in time. Buildings still had the same iron railings and decorations, streets were still the same cobblestone that was laid down ages ago. It was our first night and first dinner as a group and I was settling myself into our home for the next two weeks and I was ready to begin my Italian adventure. I was ready for Italy and to eat.