Day 14: May 31
I both can and can't believe it's my last day in Italy. I can believe it because of how much I miss my husband and how much I miss having a microwave, yogurt, and full meals. I can't believe it because I feel like I have learned a lot about myself this trip. Not as an educator, like I was hoping--like what the program promised--but as a traveler and as a woman with female friends. It turns out I can room with multiple people who are mature and established in their comfort, who have children and understand different people's needs. We can move in different groups without being petty with each other. Yes, I've been jealous, but that's a personal issue that doesn't make me think poorly about anyone other than myself. I never thought I liked to travel, but it turns out I have the bug (if not the bank account). However, I want that travel to primarily be with my husband--though all five of us graduate students now realize the benefits of "girl's weeken