I left my heart in Italy

I flew from Madrid to Torino and made my way back to my host family’s house. This sign greeted me on the door:


I spent the week with them, mostly just hanging out and enjoying their company. We went to their family’s mountain house about a half an hour away and spent two nights there as well.



Even made some friends on the volleyball court:


Of course I ate well:


And climbed a mountain, almost a mile high (mostly rode up in the car, note the buildings on the lower left):


Tomorrow I leave Italy after spending about five months here this year. (Obviously nowhere else on the trip compared.) I’m really really going to miss it.


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