Yesterday we spent the day in the Italian village of San Remo where we relaxed on the beach, played volley ball and shopped. It was my first time going to Italy and it really meant a lot; I am a melting pot of different ethnicities but I am predominately Italian (one fourth) Italian and I have grown up in a very Italian home. Upon arrival, a group of friends and I decided to go to a cafe, because how could we miss out on authentic Italian food! My friends got calzones and pastas and I ordered the best Margherita I've ever tasted!

After our free time, we ate incredible home made pesto pasta and tiramasu at a beachfront  restaurant for dinner. 

The most challenging part about the experience was that I speak essentially no Italian. Sure, I know how to say "grazie", "mozzarella" and "ciao" but that is about it. Yet, purely through my immersion I picked up on a few things, such as "prego" means "you're welcome"

My roommate and I returned to the apartment at around midnight, but the night was not over. My host family had asked if we would like to go to my host moms cousins wedding reception! Anne was a bit too tired to attend, but I was eager to see what a french wedding reception was like! It was held at the "Club Nautique" where the husband works. I ate food, danced and spoke about my hometown back in the states.