So it’s been a little over a week that I’ve been back home in Portland and there really isn’t anything like home, is there? You can sleep in your own bed, take a long hot shower, speak English, cross the street with ease and pay with a debit card without worrying about racking up a whole bunch of fees.
But I miss my little apartment in Trastevere, the sounds of life happening right outside my window with a cool breeze coming in. I miss the walking, tons of walking each day in the hot weather. I miss the fountains and all the free water available for your enjoyment. I miss all my MU friends and the group dinners. And the art, the Italians… oh, Rome. But enough sadness, Rome will always be there, it’s up to me to visit it again!
I haven’t been very good about posting pictures on…
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