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A Land Called Italy

A land called Italy

By: Alessandra Paul

Out of all the trips I have taken no trip had ever been so exhausting, painful, filled with excruciating jet lag every other day,  filled with emotions, dream fulfilling, new hopes and dreams, life changing experience, and had taught me things. In no other trip had I met such beautiful people such as a woman from Dallas/Iowa and a poet I met in the train station of Florence, among other people.  As well as taken 8 plus airplanes, 8 trains, countless of metros and buses, a water taxi (Venice), and had to manage myself in five languages (English, Spanish, Italian, German, and French).

The beautiful places I had the pleasure of seeing where: Florence, Assisi, Venice, Rome, and the Vatican as well as a day stay in Frankfurt, Germany. I especially feel in love with Firenze (Florence) and will be looking for any excuse to go back there. The Vatican (Il Vaticano) was such a magical place the amount of art being handled there and its beauty made me want to shed a couple of tears at the end of the day. And seeing Pope John Paul II’s grave caused a weird sensation within me, something I hadn’t felt in years. Assisi was just plain adorable and stunning! It remains as a medieval place and the basilica was very vampiric as only candles would be served as light and no cameras were allowed 😦 . Venice (Venezia) was also beautiful but my least favorite for there was only one attraction there: San Marcos Basilica and the fact that the whole town is basically on water. At last Rome, this was my home for two weeks and I fell completely and utterly in love with it. This is my new home away from home.

Sadness though has taken place in my heart for I did not get to see the only Michael Angelo piece I had left to see: the David and couldn’t go visit my beautiful Milan :(.

But the saddest thing was, going back to the U.S. for nothing is really waiting when you come back versus the staying in a new place were you have all to gain and lovers yet to make and find.

I came to the sad conclusion that any place seems to be better than the U.S for me. However, I am content to know that I belong somewhere just not here. So Europe see you in a year! Switzerland you are my next! .Hopefully.

By Alessandra Paul

A man and I were talking about how beautiful the moon looked the other night, we then spoke of sunrises and sunsets, how beautiful they were. I never had seen a sunset and sunrises only but a few.

But, now that I remember I have seen a sunset, something I have dreaded for so long. I wanted my first sunset to mark happiness, I wanted it to be something special. Something to tell me I was alive.

Every year for about five years now I have traveled on a tour bus from the U.S. to exotic, cultural, and beautiful places in Mexico. The only thing I loved more than traveling itself has been and always will be watching the stars at night in those deserted places one must cross to reach your other destination.

The stars look so perfect, there are no lights to kill their presence. They look like they are a bunch of diamonds laid across a big black curtain, I only hope that when I die I can become an angel in the sky and owe all those beautiful shinny rocks called stars.

However, nights I have seen plenty of times, its lost its meaning to me quite a bit, sunsets and sunrises are of importance to me now, I have always loved to sit and watch one. Till last December.

Annually every X-mas I go to Pt. Vallarta in Mexico for personal reasons, holidays just suck for me. I have gone to this paradise for three years now and this last year it was life changing.

I saw my first sunset, and what better than in the ocean shore located in El Malecon, I didn’t want to watch at first, but its beauty was so astonishing and mesmerizing, that in that moment, I decided that this agony was no good, the people that have left my life are never coming back, that I am so fortunate to have this life, to be alive, and to have such beautiful family members that greet me with such love. I am so lucky to have the life I have, I am not poor, unhealthy, or derange. I mean I could be worse.

Then in that moment I realized that happiness has nothing to do with materialism but rather with the people that surround you, the things you love doing, and for me I found that art, music, love, and truth is what happiness is for me and nothing else nothing more.

In this place and time I realized that happiness for me is already gained and seeing this sunset just proved to me how alive I really am.

I still love the still of the dark night like the ones in Chihuahua, Zacatecas, or on the road to Nevada or California, where the stars are only but diamonds.

But, the ocean’s sunset in the various beaches of Vallarta like in Conchas Chinas or El Eden, reassured me that life still exists within me, reassured me that my life is perfect and I wouldn’t trade it for nothing.