The Final Month

I packed my bags again, and set off for Italy and then to Greece. 

In Italy, I took a gondola ride through the canals of Venice. It was like I was in a movie or something. All I could hear was the movement of the water and the wonderful singing of the gondelier. It was peaceful. The Amalfi Coast. I can't tell whether it's more beautiful at night or during the day. The scenery of rocky cliffs, a glistening bay, and pastel villages. In Rome, I saw the 3-tiered amphitheater known as the Colosseum. It is a massive arena that could fit 55,000 spectators. Also, the food there was bellissimo! 

Lastly, Greece. I swam in the turquoise waters of Myrtos beach, and it was magical. It is surrounded by steep cliffs and lies between two mountains. Then, Mykonos. No wonder that island is famous. Its whitewashed houses remind me of some kind of paradise I've seen on a postcard. Then there's Delphi, home to the Oracle of Apollo. Some religious sanctuary. Ruins like I've never seen before. 

Reflections - In every place that I visited, I experimented with what it’s really like to be one with that culture. I not only wanted to be an observer, or a tourist, but also a participant. I became a Spaniard, a Brit, a Frenchie, and I fully embraced that new person and made that place home during my time there. It was so much more, and so much better than I expected. I can honestly say I had the time of my life. Seville - full of sunshine and orange trees. I will miss this place with every fiber of my being.