We stayed in bungalows on this trip, and right outside of them was this ridiculously beautiful beach. Seeing the clouds and the sky there made me truly understand for the first time why painters from hundreds of years ago were so obsessed with them.
“This is Medieval, five or six hundred years old,”
Never would I have expected to find, at age sixteen, artifacts hundreds of years old on an otherwise normal Tuesday afternoon at a site only a fifteen minute walk from school.
It was soft and fluffy and exactly what a pretzel should be. The salt flakes sprinkled on top simply melted on your tongue. It was perfect as it was, but pairing it with the free mustard that they set out brought it to a whole new level.
It’s okay to not know where you’re going sometimes. It’s okay to just wander for a bit and look at the flowers growing in the cracks on the side of the road. Life is everywhere, especially in the places where you least expect it. Don’t be afraid.
Like Pompeii, all its inhabitants had been massacred by the explosion of Mount Vesuvius some eighteen thousand years ago. We explored the ruins, marvelling at the original frescoes decorating the walls. We were walking through history, ......
Today marks our second day in Palermo on our nine-day school trip to Sicily. It’s been everything I expected and so much more. Every single fruit I’ve had has been perfectly ripe and exploded and covered my tongue with its fresh juices.
Zemrude, a city from chapter four, stood out to me the most. Calvino writes that “[i]t is the mood of the beholder which gives the city of Zemrude its form”. He states that if you walk in a bad mood, ......, you will only see what is on the ground.
Neither will I forget those long afternoons we spent in Café Teatro or Bar Centrale, pretending to work on our assignments when in reality we were simply using work as a pretense to enjoy each other’s company.
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