I love Italy. I mean, I love France but by the end I was so tired of those rainy gray days and lack of any real color. Plus, I got the chance to reunite with some friends who showed me the Italy of the south. After a weekend in Bari, I’m pretty sure I thought I was Italian. My skin, however, disagreed. I basically spent three days lying on the beach, which was a total dream, but I didn’t think to check the SPF on the sunscreen until it was too late. Turns out it was SPF 6, which why does that even exist?
The chance to spend a few days with friends from Italy in their own country was pretty great. I spent a lot of time just soaking things in, people-watching and question-asking. I was comparing three different cultures (French, Italian, and American), and pointing out the things I love most. There was one night when everyone was out on the streets, and we all felt sticky from the heat, and the band was playing traditional Italian music that really made an impression.