Bag in hand and a grin a mile wide, I stepped of the train and was back home in Firenze. While a few things have changed (who knew that the tram could be completed in two years?), the heart of city is still the same.
As I walked down the streets I journeyed everyday on the way to school, the little old man who I always passed did a double take and invited me in for coffee! The beggars too, I recognized. The places that I once took for granted began to sparkle again, like polished silver.
I sat hand in hand with one of my second mamas, Gilberta, who used to share her lunches with me when I dropped by her shop, sharing the moments we’d missed together.
Meandering down a via, Federico, a friend from church, recognized me and we spent the evening chatting over wine and playing Phase 10.
Amidst screams and hugs, I reunited with a best friend, Sarah, and oohhed and ahhhed over fireworks.
“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest”
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