Viva Italia!
The only directions to my Great Uncle's restaurant rested on a yellowed old postcard that my Nonno gave to me right before he died. He had drawn with his fragile, shaky hand, a little map of the lake from his memory of where my Nonna was born. His map took me to the waterfront of Lago Di Garda, Northern Italia. The town was called Castelletto. After making it this far and alone, I was exhausted but extremely excited. I was determined to find the restaurant, so I kept my eyes peeled like lemons. As I walked, I reflected back to the reasons that brought me there. So here is the way my story goes...Italy had always been a dream of mine and now I was actually there, but most intense, was my great need to touch base with my ancestors. My Nonna died before I was able to meet her and I felt as though this was the perfect opportunity to connect with my family roots. I had awoken to a beautiful sunrise out of my hotel balcony. The rays filled my room with an illuminating glow and the fresh morning air mad
When I arrived, the woman handed me my ticket after I paid my dues, I said "Grazie!" and she sent me off with a polite "Bon giorno". Not much later when the bus pulled up, I got on and was greeted kindly with a "Come sta?" from the petite, sweet-faced old man behind the wheel. I responded with "Bene, e tu?" Our conversation ended quickly when he ripped my ticket stub; I then headed to the back of the bus and sat in the squeaky seat. The bus made a big jolt and started to move, I fell into an automatic relaxation period as I watched the tantalizing scenery roll by. As I made it up the steepest street yet, I looked out and there it was, the most beautiful place I had ever seen. My visions were filled with colorful, crooked little homes that were tall and skinny, which lined the narrow, bumpy cobblestone paths. There was a marvelous view of the blue and purple mountains, and at the base laid the lake that seemed so enticing after my walk in the hot sun; I felt as though it was calling out my name. The sailboats glid
Some common words found in the essay are:
Northern Italia, Restorante Alberto, Viva Italia, viva italia, cobblestone paths,
Approximate Word count = 687
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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