Oh Lucca,

February 22nd, 2020

As the days pass by I start to get this feeling like Florence the ultimately height and I am on top of the world. I pass by all the old buildings, with rich architecture to them, detailed like the snowflakes from back at home. Each and every sculpture is just like a fingerprint; they seem the same but once you’re up close and learn their history they are all very unique.

This week I had two events to cover our first fashion opening of the semester and our first art exhibit. Boy, was I tired having to cover events back to back, while trying to start some editing. Thursday was the longest day I’ve had (work wise) in a while. I was up and going since 6:45 AM and didn’t get home 11 PM. It is ok, I love to stay busy, plus when you’re doing things you love, you’re not working. Since the week was very hectic, we decided to take a weekend to explore more of the Tuscany area, this time the little city of Lucca.

Oh Lucca, how you stole so many smiles from my face. A small town with a lot of personality and a true heart warming feel. My roommates and I decided to maximize our time there, so we rented a bike, now this wasn’t your typical bike. This bike is designed for 4-5 people. There was only 3 of us, so you can imagine how our uphill peddling went. I laugh so much that day, my face and tummy hurt. It has hands down been one of my favorite memories so far. I couldn’t feel more blessed and the cold air hit my face as we tried to warn people that we were trying to go faster so they should move out of the path. Also, I don’t know if I have mentioned this but I am on a mission to find the best pizza in Italy. I haven’t travelled much, but so far Lucca has first place. It’s a little cafe near the main church, an older woman with grays in her hair will be your waitress when you go.