Italy Diaries, Part 1: “I remember her”
Unlike my first impression of France, which left me scorned and rejected and wanting to go home, my first impression of Italy was love at first sight. This is in part because of the beauty of Italy—it is like no other country I’ve visited—but also, in majority, because of the local Italians I met through … Continue reading Italy Diaries, Part 1: “I remember her”