Tucked Away in Tuscanny

As I step out of the train station in Pisa, my eyes find my Aunt Barbara. She is smiling and embraces me as if she’s known me my entire life, rather than via the e-mails we’ve sent over the past few months. My trip to Tuscanny was planned quickly. I had booked the train ride just two days prior to my scheduled departure. A need to go out and explore a different area of Italy had taken hold of me quickly, and I was anxious to meet my Italian relatives.

For the entire four hours I watched country side and sea go by, butterflies dancing around in my stomach. What if I couldn’t communicate with them? My speaking skills didn’t go far beyond ‘Where’s the bathroom’ and a few Roman slang words. To my complete relief, my worries melted away as my aunt drove out of Pisa and towards Lucca and Capannori. She had made us reservations at a traditional Tuscanny trattoria that her and my uncle Vittorio frequented.

The meal we had set the tone for the entire weekend. My aunt spared no time in ordering prosciutto and meatballs and cheese and bread and red wine to wash it all down with. Part of me sank when I realized I forgot to tell her that I hadn’t eaten pig or cow meat in nearly four years..BUT carpe diem rushed through me and I tried everything that was brought to the table. I’m abroad for new experiences, not to safely hide behind the culinary preferences I’ve endured throughout my college career.

The weekend was filled with love, family and food, making it one of the best three day periods I’ve spent thus far in Italy. I had the pleasure of visiting La Scuola di MADE, a culinary business management school tucked away in the little village of San Gennaro. There, my cousin Eduardo and his culinary teammates, Arianna and Francesca, spend the duration of their program competing with other teams while learning about marketing, cooking, and many other practical skills necessary in the field.

Apart from the school having delicious food, the building was absolutely stunning. The view from my cousin’s dorm room window overlooks all of Tuscanny. By night, you could see scattered lights of towns and villages in the valley, while by day you could follow the winding roads with your eyes and see the reddish roofs far below.

Gone were the towering buildings I had climbed in Rome. No more sirens of constant car disputes and ambulances could be heard. Instead, Tuscanny replaced the eternal city with a relaxing atmosphere that can only be described as homey. Everything about it was different: the food, the scenery, the dialect. And it was absolutely amazing. I’m already making plans to do a second and third trip back to Tuscanny.

When I applied for the schools that are part of the IB program, Italy filled my top two choices. The promise of exploration and education far exceeded my worries about the language or culture barrier. This weekend opened my eyes to a whole subculture of Italy that begs to be explored further. For those of you just starting the application process for your schools, I encourage you to not simply pick a school based on its regional location or class offerings. Think about why you are studying abroad and what you hope to achieve and accomplish during that time. For me, part of it had to do with getting to know my family’s history, something I could not have done anywhere else in the world. For you, it could be something that is completely different, but let it motivate and lead your school selection. It will be the most amazing experience you’ve encountered yet at USC.

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