Tales from Abroad Days 20–28

I officially left home for the great unknown one month ago today. Pretty unbelievable. So much has changed in four short weeks. Yes, I still watch every Patriots game, even the opening one that started at 2:30 a.m. local time (totally worth it). But for the first time, I’m cooking all my own meals and doing laundry without a dryer, all from thousands of miles across the ocean. I wouldn’t change anything about this past month and I’m excited to see what the next few have in store for me.

Don’t worry, I have been dutifully cheering on both Patriots wins, even when the time change is pretty inconvenient.

This past weekend was a bit more relaxed than the previous weekend trip to the Amalfi Coast because I only traveled for one day. On Friday, my roommates and I took a bus to the scenic hills of Tuscany to take in a day at an Italian vineyard. Our day consisted of a tour of the winery, a lunch with some local wine tasting and a tour of the nearby town Montalcino. Unfortunately there was some sporadic rain but it didn’t dampen our spirits (see what I did there?) and we enjoyed the sights and tastes of Tuscany.

Luckily the weather cleared up enough to take in the views of scenic Tuscany.

Even though we didn’t have concrete plans for Saturday, my roommates and I woke up determined to see some more of Rome and enjoy the nice weather. One of the perks of living in the Eternal City is that history is easily accessible. I finally went to the Trevi Fountain and made a wish — waiting any longer would be sacrilegious to Lizzie McGuire — and climbed to the top of the Altare della Patria or as it’s commonly referred to, the Wedding Cake. If you haven’t heard of the Wedding Cake, basically picture the biggest marble structure you can, than double that and add a giant man riding a horse in the middle. Apparently Romans don’t like this building because of its architecture but I enjoyed it and will definitely be going back to take an elevator to the top and get a panoramic city view.

The view climbing the steps up to the Wedding Cake.

This weekend was relatively low-key, but as I’ve learned abroad, you can always find something to do in Rome. This Friday I take off to Munich for Oktoberfest and considering the only German I know is “nein” (meaning “no”) this weekend will definitely be interesting. I’m ready for my first trip outside of Italy and I’ll report back here next week to weigh in on the beer, schnitzel and bratwurst.

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