Adrienne G., (2L), Guest Blogger
This is not necessarily a bad thing. The whole city is a living creature that pulses with life, food, and honking SmartCars. It shoves you on the bus, hustles you down the cobble-stoned street, hands you a gelato and a forkful of traditional carbonara then stops you in your tracks to stand gaping and grabbing for your camera in front of some stunning piece of ancient architecture or Renaissance masterpiece. It takes your hand and threads you down back alleys and breathes the scent of fresh ingredients and the slight tang of B.O. in your face. When it’s done it leaves you by yourself at a small outdoor table softly lit by Christmas lights strung through the ivy above you, empty espresso cup in your hand, wondering why your feet hurt (it’s only been a day!) and wanting more.