Emotional Kadri

My week in Italy was by all records extraordinary.  It was an unstoppable flow of unforgettable memories. I felt like I had lived another life for  seven days and it was one very perfect life.

To be honest at first I wasn’t interested in going to Italy at all. For me travelling was something very uncomfortable and unpleasant. I didn’t fancy flying by plane at all and I was rather afraid of airports. It was mostly due to my mother that I agreed to go Italy at all. It must seem very funny- I mean, who wouldn’t want to go to Italy. Well everybody knows I’m kind of odd and I’m also fond to staying at home.

There were other reasons for my lack of interest to going to Italy as well. First of all there had been lots of trips this school year and I had already missed a lot of lessons. I was also going to have my exams this year and I didn’t have much time for preparing. But my mom told me to stop worrying and go to that damn trip and I did as I was told.

Well, it’s seems I need to be very grateful for my mother’s endless demands to go to Italy. Never in my whole life could I have expected to have such a great week.  Every day was a whole new experience.

First of all Italy was mind-blowingly beautiful, where ever you looked it was incredibly pretty.  Starting from the crimson poppy flowers on the road edges and ending with worn-out old villas that had red rooftops. Everything was green and there were roses blooming in the gardens. Coming from the grey spring of Estonia it felt like I had stepped into another season.

The moment I stepped out of the airport in Turin started a bloody battle- Kadri VS Italian weather. Unfortunately I manage heat very badly and it had been a big fear of mine. I stressed for days about what to back to Italy so I would survive. Luckily Italian weather was kind to me and if we don’t count my few sunburns and unfortunate battle with heat in Milano I did very well.

My host was a very energetic girl named Marta. Marta was the most Italian person I could imagine, her voice could be heard over mountains and her profile reminded me of every Italian renaissance painting I had seen. She was also unimaginably kind goodhearted, I felt at home starting from the first day. Marta lived with her mother, so for the most part the household was filled with three women.

My favourite part of Italy was surprisingly the day in the mountains. Mountain hiking wasn’t easy at all. It was quite dangerous and very hard. I am still very surprised that nobody broke a leg or fell down from a high edge. But still I loved it, I loved the feeling of standing on the top of the mountain, I loved the incredible views that opened all around me, I loved the cold wind and I loved the feeling of tiredness in my legs. I felt bit unhuman and I felt unimaginably happy, there was something in the air and there was something on my heart.

I came back from Italy a thousand times richer when I went, I came back with a thousand perfect and beautiful memories. My heart is filled with memories that will stay there for a lifetime. I will forever remember the warm nights in Saluzzo, the perfect day on the beach, the beautiful cathedral in Milano, all the good food at home and all the kind people I met.