This is it... my whirlwind semester in Florence, Italy is coming to a close and I am jet setting back home to Boston in two days. There is so much I will miss about this place I have learned to call a home, Firenze.

All Photography done by Dominique Hessert Photography

The scenery is first. The Ponte Vecchio, my school's courtyard, Santa Maria del Fiore (the Duomo), Santa Croce, the Boboli Gardens, Piazzale Michaelangelo and the Arno River are some of my favorite things in Florence, just to name a few.







The people come next. Oh how I will miss the Florentines. 

I'll miss the little man who my roommates and I refer to as Grandpa at Osteria de' Peccatori. The pizza men (and woman) at Pizza and Co. two doors down from me has been one of my favorite places during my stay here, as well. The cobbler that hugs me every time I see him, Francis at the cafe across the street from FUA, Mimi a vintage store owner and truthfully anyone else I have not listed here. All of these people have been so kind and welcoming to the students here, even if we don't speak fluent Italian. 

I will miss the invigorating breeze and the calm of the mornings with the sudden burst of life after 9 a.m. I will miss seeing the chicest of women, driving to work in stilettos on either their vespas or bicycles. When I figure out how they navigate the cobblestone streets in said heels, I will let you know. 

The confidence of Florence rubs off on you if you let it.  

Although this adventure is coming to a close, I could not be happier to touch down in Beantown and kiss the ground there. Who knows, maybe I'll take a dip in the Charles River! Both of these places, Florence and Boston, have made me appreciate each one that much more because of the other. 

My creativity has been sparked here in Florence, my heart has grown and my eyes are wider than ever. 

It's funny how a place can change you. 

"Tonight your memory burns like a fire,

With every one it grows higher and higher

And I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love..."

-Rascal Flatts

Greyfully Yours,