I lived on Borgo Pinti, a little cobblestone road just a few blocks from the Duomo in the heart of the old city.
As the spring semester faded into summer, I remember one afternoon winding my way down the ancient Firenze streets to the Ponte Vecchio. Just across the Arno river, up a small hill lined with shops, was the beautiful Tuscan hillside. The city almost immediately gave way to rolling hills covered in vineyards and vivid hues of green and amber.
Those colors and vistas will be with me forever and serve as the inspiration for this post.
*Obviously I learned a lot while abroad… not much of it in the classroom, but rather on the streets of Europe and from the people I encountered. But honestly isn’t that the point?