This city and everything that comes along with it are vibrant and fresh. From my mid-afternoon cappuccino, to the cherries in the open-air market, to the rain that falls and washes the streets. Everything is alive and wonderful.

It’s funny, Luca grimaced the other day when a girl in my class asked him if he knew what Jello was. He told my classmate that he had been to the US only once and had the unpleasant opportunity to try jello. Luca said it tasted like plastic.

In the States we are so accustomed to air conditioning, preservatives, cars and high-stress. Italy is beginning to teach to me relax. Sip an espresso and sit back. Enjoy the fresh, little moments of life.