In a small way I wish I could have just given up everything and moved to Pisa in that moment. The city was just as pretty and mysterious as it was the first day I arrived. You see Rome had actually been the city I was most looking forward too. I had fallen in love with that city when Ana, Lenka and I went on spring break almost 3 years ago. But on my last day in Pisa I was dreading Rome. I had fallen in love with this little city and I wanted to stay and soak it all up!
Unfortunately I couldn’t. I had to catch an evening train to Rome. So I got on Facebook and talked to my mum for a bit. I told her how much fun I had and what a grand city Pisa was and I cried a little because I didn’t want to leave. I felt like a little child who was being forced away from their new favourite toy. The only thing that kept me from totally breaking down was the fact that I knew I could come back whenever I wanted. All I have to do is board a plane and boom I’m in Pisa. Even now it pangs me a bit that I’m not there. It’s just so magical with it’s tiny streets and leaning tower. And I think it’s Antonio’s fault I fell in love with the city. I got to see it from a local’s eyes. I got to wander deserted streets. Eat the local food. And really see the side of Pisa that I never knew was there. I really can’t do it justice with just a few blog posts. It was my favourite stop out of the 22 days I travelled. I fell in love with Italy even more. But I’ve done my best. I only wish that my camera could really show you what a pretty place it was. One day I’ll go back.
Cheer,
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