So Much Roma, So Little Time-A

It’s been over 14 years since my mom, brother, and I went to Italy, and I still remember every moment of it. It was my first time going to a different country, outside of the few times we went to Iran (no, a layover in an international airport doesn’t count). I was only 10 years old, and yet, I wanted to learn everything about this beautiful country, known as Italia, or as we Americans like to say, Italy. It was also the first time we had travelled without my dad, so it was a bit daunting, but thankfully, we arrived safely after a 12-hour flight. Once we landed, my cousin picked us up from the airport and took us to his father’s cafe/restaurant. He made us an Italian cheese and egg sandwich, and suffice to say, it was one of the best things I’ve eaten. It wasn’t anything unique, but something about the fresh ingredients made it taste amazing. Throughout our two-week trip, we went to the trevi fountain, the Vatican, and ate at restaurants by the ocean and on a mountain. It went by very fast, and although we didn’t go everywhere we had hoped, those few experiences were enough for me. As with every blessing I get, this is something I'll always cherish.