During all my school
life, I’ve seen the oldest ones travelling to Italy every year. Well, probably
since I first arrived in ESO…, but that’s a long time. Enough, at least, to
have imagined us in the last school year doing that same trip but years before
it happened, like “wow, it feels like this trip won’t arrive until ages!”, and
yet, here it arrived, happened and ended.
Last week we took the bus to Italy. We got
through 16 tough hours until we finally arrived in Pisa. Of course, it was
worth it, but I nearly slept 3 hours, not more. There I entered to the
baptistery and it was magnificent!
Just after that we had to take the bus.
Again. We went to Lucca and we had a lot of fun riding a bike. Four of us rode
a bike together while we visited the surroundings of the village, which was
incredibly funny and beautiful to see. We even lived the experience of an
Italian insulting us because we rode against the direction...
To end that tiring day,
we went to our hotel in Florence. It looked like a place to film a scary movie
and I had a lot of fun. But, as I was very tired, I didn't have time to have
nightmares; instead I slept perfectly that night.
The next morning, we visited my favourite
city of all the ones we visited during the trip. Notice that I hadn't been to
Italy before, so it was my first time ever there; I had no previous references.
I felt amazed by all the buildings and the art pieces we could find all around
Florence. The Uffizi Galleries and the Academy (where we could admire David, by
Michelangelo) left me without words. I also visited San Lorenzo, the Basilica,
whose vanishing point was so obvious and clear to see that we stayed like five
minutes doing nothing but admiring each line that followed it. Saturday was our
most tiring day. As we didn't catch the bus, we walked during more than 12
hours around Florence, and of course we visited Ponte Vecchio. What an amazing
city to get lost in! (I also took my favourite photos of the trip there!)
Sunday started perfectly visiting San Gimignano
and eating literally the best ice cream I had ever tasted. A perfect village to
have a relaxed and calmed time and found yourself lost in its streets and in
its amazing views of La Toscana. But that was short to me, and we soon left to
Siena... which was the city I liked the least. Probably I'm never coming back
to Siena..., even when it has nothing to do with the city itself, but I didn't
feel the connection I had with other cities. We went back to Florence and we
stop at Piazzale Michelangelo to admire the beautiful views of Florence at
night.
Venice was absolutely
what I had seen but, I don't know actually, it disappointed me. I knew how the
city was, but nothing really surprised me or made me connect. Of course, I
recognise it is a beautiful and most of all curious city, but I felt something
like "meh" while visiting it. Maybe it was the rain, or my mood,
because I was tired and cold, but I was even happy to live. Maybe I'll give
Venice a try to impress me... (or maybe that was because it's a romantic city
and I visited it all alone, hahahaha).
Oh, I almost forget to
name one of the best moments I had during the trip. In the hotel in Venice,
Anna and I got lost and tried to find terraces and balconies... We explored the
hotel and we could visit the beach. It gave me one the most peaceful moments!
And, as we were playing scouts, we bumped into Dani and we started talking
about how life evolves and how lost we feel sometimes about our future..., and
it has become definitely one of my favourites moments, not to say the best I
lived in Italy. (I have to recognise I love these types of long, intense, deep
discussions and I needed one!).
The last day of our trip arrived, and it was
time to stop in Milan before leaving to Barcelona again. Milan's duomo
impressed me so much! There I had the best pizza of all the rip if I compare
its quality and prize… and I was my favourite ever: the four-cheese pizza! I
spent that day seeing my mates buy in lots of expensive shops and singing them
Rosalía’s song “Milionària”. It was like each Abercrombie bag I saw, I sang “només
vull veure bitllets de cent… f*cking money man”! It was totally a joke, but
the truth is that I actually entered with the idea of buying a present to a
friend and I only spent 30 seconds of my life in there… If I’m not a huge fan
of spending money, imagine with that exorbitated prices!
And that was pretty all for the trip. 16
long hours to come back, which were easier to get through than when we were
going to Italy and home again. A lot of photos to check and save and… time
flew. I never thought I would end up tired of travelling... but the day after
we arrived in Barcelona, I took a train to Vic to visit a friend, so I didn't
end up tired at all.
Italy was an
experience, in all respects. Definitely, what I appreciate the most of this
trip is the chance we’ve had of visiting a lot of art places and getting to know
some people I actually didn’t know.
Maria Maroto
Amigó
2nd BATX A
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