February 12, 2014. The journey begins. If only I knew what was about to come.
Thessaloniki, Greece,11:30pm. The plane takes off. My eyes are stuck on the window. My heart is playing drums under my chest. We fly upon the clouds, but my mind flies across the universe. My first travel abroad. The first step. The beginning.
Bergamo, Italy. Almost two hours later, we reach our destination. I walk down the airstairs and it's like I'm walking for the first time in my life. Everything is new. I look around, amazed. Noticing every little detail, like a blind person who sees the world for the first time. My heart is flooded by a unique feeling. I did it. I feel strong and confident. This is me, on my way to make my dream come true. To reach my highest goal. To explore. To see. To experience. To travel. To live. I am happy.
After taking a bus and a train we finally arrive in Verona. This is where I'm going to spend the next 5 months, and by the first glimpse I'm convinced it's going to be fascinating. Architecture, nature, squares, parks, colours, all perfectly combined, giving the city a unique beauty.
Those 5 months in Verona passed rediculously fast and I have to say, they were so fuckin' incredible! Memories, experiences, feelings and most importantly, friends. I have gained so much, I'm a billionaire right now. Because that experience is worth more than all the gold in the world. Now, I'm back at home and Verona seems like a distant memory, which I will always carry with me.
So, that was my erasmus experience and it was also the beginning. The beginning of a life full of exploration and adventure. The life of a traveler. My life.
Listening to: Mumford & Sons