i am back in england, much to my dismay; the gloomy streets and the grey buildings do not seem to have the same appeal that they once did.
where did the marble facades of florence disappear to? where did the liberating feeling of living alone and being completely free go?
where are the blue skies that put that spring in your step? or the piazza's smelling of roasted chestnuts and waffles?
it is safe to say i have fallen in love with italy and have complete conviction in saying that i want to pursue travelling.
no matter how many photos i took it was impossible to capture the true beauty of the place; that feeling you get when walking around,
looking up at the buildings and feeling completely, gloriously insignificant can not be captured by film.
i will keep that feeling in my head. and in years from now i will look back over my pictures and feel that strange,
intimidation that comes from buildings towering over you.
i learnt so much about art and books and even religion,
i went to lectures and spent hours day-dreaming and people-watching.
i learnt things which can not be measured academically. i learnt about life.