Finalmente a Roma

So I'm really gonna have to get better at updating this, it's been who KNOWS how long since I last wrote here (i suppose the quickfix answer to that one would be to check the timestamp). I was even going to write about the days leading up to my departure and what a roller coaster those were (up and down and all over the place doesn't even begin to describe it), because I was experiencing that good ol' pre-travel anxiety. The kind that comes from having to wrap your head around the fact that you're going to be moving your entire life over to a different country for four months. no biggie. the constant questions of what will it be like? what kind of people am i going to meet there? will i get homesick? what will the adjustment process be like? but, as things tend to go, time didn't allow that post, and neither did the two giant suitcases that awaited intense packing. the so instead of going into that, which I may at some later point in time (or for anyone out there who wants to travel abroad and would like to know what its like to go through that stage, by all means talk to me about it and i'll gladly share), i cant help but getting to the bottom line: THIS PLACE IS PERFECT FOR ME! seriously, nothing short of perfect. the SECOND the cab-driver taking me to my hotel turned the corner and the sight of Rome was in front of me, every single drop of anxiety vanished, evaporated into the August Italian heat. Every single time we turned the corner, just when I thought the views couldn't get more majestic, I saw something even more stunning. For the first time in my life I was literally rendered speechless. It was impossible to be my normal chatty self with the cab driver (no huge loss there), because I was actually too stunned and too delighted by arriving in the most enchanting city in the world and being able to call it my home for the next four months...