The Colors of Tuscany
Pasta, cannolis, and gelato: Heaven on Earth
Academic Development Week: aka travel for 10 days straight. In this time, I traveled to Prague, Italy, and Spain, making memories that I will have for the rest of my life. The most memorable was in Italy, where two of my friends and I had a private Vespa riding lesson in Tuscany. We started off learning the basics on a private road, where we learned very quickly that one of my friends was not tall enough to drive. She rode on the back of our instructor's Vespa, while my remaining companion and I practiced maneuvering the glorified motorcycle. After 5 minutes, my other friend was told her balance was not good enough for the main roads. Therefore, I was left to decide if I wanted to drive the Vespa by myself or ride in the car with everyone else.
The instructor was advising me against driving, for my safety and everyone else’s on the road. However, everyone else wanted to take pictures on a Vespa at the top of the hills, so it was decided. Against the instructor’s suggestion, I started the engine and drove through the gate of the private road to the main street. Man am I glad I did. It was the most exhilarating, incredible experience of my life. I was driving through the hills, with beautiful vineyards and endless autumn kissed fields surrounding me. When we reached the top, I met up with my friends and instructor, who drove separately in a small vintage Fiat. That is when I saw that my poor instructor suffered from a few anxiety attacks, since at one point I apparently was driving on the wrong side of the road. My bad. But at the end of the day, I left my comfort zone to experience the most amazing opportunity, and it is something I will never forget, nor regret.
I was driving through the hills, with beautiful vineyards and endless autumn kissed fields surrounding me.