Back in 2015 I traveled alone for the first time. I spent an entire month backpacking Italy, and Florence had been on my bucket list my entire life. I fell madly in love with this magic city, so by the time I had to leave I made the promise I would be back to Florence one day. Never really thought I would be able to go back so soon, but after a year I was back in Florence and ready to eat all the pasta and gelato and feel like an Italian again.
I’ve never been the luckiest traveler out there, and the first time I backpacked alone was also the time I realized my travels would never be as easy as other travel bloggers paint it to be. During my travels, until last year, I had twisted ankles, lost buses and trains, gotten ripped-off, had my bank cancelling a card with all my money, had my credit card and ID stolen at a party hostel, had almost slept in the streets and so on. Life had not been easy. Still, this time around I thought maybe all the bad stuff happened because I was a newbie at the traveling thing. This time I knew what to expect and everything was going to be smooth, right? WRONG!
Italy has been my obsession for almost two years now! I had been in love with the food, the people, the colors and narrow streets, the yelling in the street and the noisy and chaotic traffic. Everything about this country seemed to make me feel at home and exploring a new city would feel like I had been there all my life. So, when I decided to plan a new trip to Europe, I had no doubts I was going to start my new adventure in this beautiful country.
Cinque Terre was THE place to cross out of my bucket list this year. As soon as I started planning my six months trip back to Europe, I knew I was not going to miss the Cinque Terre again. So, as always, I started checking flights to start a new adventure in Italy, and made my plans so that I could visit this five fishing villages that were often mentioned as perfect.
My plans for Bologna were a total mess from the start. I was in Florence already freaking out about not knowing where to go next. By the time I got to Venice I panicked and started to believe this solo travel thing just wasn’t for me and that I had to go home. Lucky for me, a friend of my (ex)boyfriend lived in Bologna and offered me a roof at his house. The catch? He was not in Bologna at the moment, so I would stay with his friends.
When my train arrived in Assisi I was already happy about how my day was going. I had this good feeling that things were getting easier ever since my arrival in Umbria, and the day was nothing more than full of surprises.
Venice is the kind of place that you dream of going, simply because you’ve heard about it your entire life. The good news? Venice is just like all those photos you’ve seen and parts of it even better!
FLORENCE, PISA & LUCCA» 18-21 February (3 nights)
I left Rome and got my train back to Florence with a new spirit and ready to stand on my own again for as long as my money would let me keep on travelling.
For a weird reason, I felt like Italy was becoming my home. I was getting comfortable, loving my Italian daily breakfasts and wandering the streets as the craziness passed by me. The noise, the yelling, the crazy traffic and the gigantic amount of tourists were part of my days already and I was more than in love with the life I was having.