Is it really time to go?
Exams, I did well. I studied, I stressed, they happened, but the grades hardly seem to matter when I have to bid goodbye to this eternal city.
I think I was strange because everyone else says they got homesick a month or two in and want to go home. And- well, mostly I miss peanut butter and breakfast food, but also...I could stay here forever. Everyone else wants to go back, and I would like to see my family, but. I could stay here forever. I really could.
It's the last day. How do I handle that?
Well, first by an epic last meal
This was described as pasta with "beef jowls". Yes, jowls. Don't look too far into it- it was delicious.
After that, we all got a second course. I chose a "fried zucchini flower", purely because it sounded strange. It wasn't something I'd have again, but I was glad I had it.
And then- GELATO
I tried the flor de creme flavor that my Paris friend suggested, as well as my favorite dark chocolate. A fitting goodbye to this lovely city.
Tomorrow I disembark. EARLY tomorrow. Very early. A cab will come. I know I should feel more happy than I am to see home but mostly- I just want to dig my hands in the land and refuse to go.
