Looking back on the most memorable 4 months of my life, I know I will never experience anything like it.  It's crazy to think that I won't be returning "home" to my little Sant' Antonino apartment, waking up to the smell of fresh baked bsicotti from our downstairs bakery, or lounging in our living-room with the roomies watching random movies or screaming out 90's pop music, or walking by the Duomo and still being mesmerized by its size and beauty, or leaving the apartment at 12am like it was normal, or cooking for my roommates, or being greeted by the shop owners in the Mercato Centrale, or the Cappuccinos that I completely fell in love with at Artisti de Gusta (all other coffee has been a disappointment), or listening to the poetic language from locals, or drinking delicious vino, or the not-so-secret secret bakery.....ahhh I could go on and on and on but I'll refrain from such  a thing. 

I had prayed for snow since we got to Florence and it was answered on December 17, when Florence received the heaviest snow fall in many many years. I was like a little kid again, running through the streets picking up snow at ever possible corner. After an epic snowball fight with complete strangers, a ride around the carousal, a cappuccino, a waffle with Nutella and my body completely numb, I could not had asked for a better ending. Amazing place, amazing people, laughter and a littler chaos....

As welcoming as that "Welcome to Los Angeles" sign may be to some, it just wasn't the same for me. I think I left a little part of me in Florence that I may have to fetch in the near future!