Falling in love with a culture brings more joy and less heartbreak than other types of love. I'll never forget the start of my 8th grade year, sitting in Ms. Capone's Italian class and hearing a click. no one else heard it, and maybe "hearing" is an improper verb to use for this situation. More like "feeling..." how I felt as click inside my heart as I looked from the Italian map, to my 'forza' textbook, to my favorite teacher. I realized then how cool this language was! The words themselves were spoken so smoothly that it was addicting to listen to. I would want to speak Italian all the time but with a last name of "Doyle" I'm sure you can tell my family is far from Italian. Soto all my friends who I tortured by ranting next to them in some foreign tongue at lunch, in class or where ever else, sorry about that ;)
While here, I learned another thing about love. Sure....love can come in many forms. You can find love in a view, in food, in a language but there's no love as powerful as love in families. All 72 Abbey Road students created its own family along with our 11 councilors. Our cooking group leader, Sara, was like our older sister. My friends and roommates became part of the family too...and yet...as much as I'll miss everyone....its not the same as my real family. Thats why as much as I've loved it here, I'm ready to be with my real family again. So to mom, dad, mike...I'll see you soon! And Grazie Italia!!
