Where
do I even begin?
I
spent three months living in the city of Bologna, Italy. For the record, it is
pronounced bo-log-nah, not baloney. It is where bologna comes from, but you can
thank Oscar Meyer for the butchered pronunciation of the city.
As an
Italian major it was highly encouraged that I spend a quarter in Italy getting
to know the country and the language. I could probably write about a hundred
pages about my adventures in Italy and my exciting times trying to speak
Italian with the locals. But this is a pretty short blog so I’ll keep it brief.
My
favorite part of Bologna was that it was a very international city. It is a
college town, much like Boulder. Actually, it shares a lot of similarities with
Boulder; lot of smell hippies and pot heads, plenty of homeless people and a
whole lot of drinking establishments. However, it is also a beautiful city
enriched in a culture several thousand years old. The university of Bologna is
technically the oldest university in the western world. It was an amazing
experience to study there and to travel the country with my friends.
I
want to go back and take Taylor someday, show him the place that took me away
from him for three months. Someday I’ll go back.
Challenge
to my Readers:
If
you are ever given the chance, study in another country. See how their
education differs from ours.
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