The dream of Italy
For a long time I have dreamt of moving to Italy, learn the language properly, enjoy the sun and a the culture.
But all the time I end up doing something different, mostly something American.
I started to dream of Italy when I first met my friend Maria Giulia, during a holiday in France. We became pen-pals and in my second year of collage(high school) my whole Italian class and me went to visit her and her friends in beautiful Belluno. Amazing. After that I started to dream of living in Italy. The problem was I never worked out what I should be doing there. And then my other dreams of the big country in the west, the U.S., got in the way. So I didn't move to Italy, I forgot most of my Italian and I almost forgot about the dream.
But yesterday I saw this movie, where they lived in Tuscany, and I remember my dream. I realised I can still do it if I want. So maybe I will. Maybe I won't.
But the dream of sunny Italy is kind of nice to have.
But all the time I end up doing something different, mostly something American.
I started to dream of Italy when I first met my friend Maria Giulia, during a holiday in France. We became pen-pals and in my second year of collage(high school) my whole Italian class and me went to visit her and her friends in beautiful Belluno. Amazing. After that I started to dream of living in Italy. The problem was I never worked out what I should be doing there. And then my other dreams of the big country in the west, the U.S., got in the way. So I didn't move to Italy, I forgot most of my Italian and I almost forgot about the dream.
But yesterday I saw this movie, where they lived in Tuscany, and I remember my dream. I realised I can still do it if I want. So maybe I will. Maybe I won't.
But the dream of sunny Italy is kind of nice to have.
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