As we walk to the park we see cobblestone, paved walk ways, leaves everywhere, babies in strollers, people on their lunch break, and lots of vespas.
When I walk into Giardin Marghertia I think of Central Park in New York. Like NY, in Bologna, you have the ever busseling city all around you but when you step into the park all you hear is the sound of kids laughing, bicycles crushing leaves as they pass by, and the beautiful Italian language that I will someday (soon please!) understand.
I'm really excited to live in a cold weather city for the winter. We've been told by many that it snows here and we are really looking forward to it. That, and the church bells at Christmas time.
As we walk to the park we see cobblestone, paved walk ways, leaves everywhere, babies in strollers, people on their lunch break, and lots of vespas.
When I walk into Giardin Marghertia I think of Central Park in New York. Like NY, in Bologna, you have the ever busseling city all around you but when you step into the park all you hear is the sound of kids laughing, bicycles crushing leaves as they pass by, and the beautiful Italian language that I will someday (soon please!) understand.
I'm really excited to live in a cold weather city for the winter. We've been told by many that it snows here and we are really looking forward to it. That, and the church bells at Christmas time.
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