Italia Essay -- Italy Vacation Tourism Papers

Italia This trip started out in the usual frantic last minute preparation that is customary to me. I ran around Wal-Mart buying travel shampoo and extra film before rushing home to pack less than twelve hours before leaving. However, not all the planning for this trip was last minute. In fact, this was a trip that had been planned out for a good six months before leaving. After finishing my last final for the spring semester, I am heading out on a plane with my parents and three of their best friends to take on Italy for two weeks. It is my parent's thirtieth wedding anniversary, and to celebrate we are going to the land they love most in the world. This is going to be their third trip there, the first being for their twenty-fifth anniversary and the second being with Jerry and Gayle, who are tagging along again. Their friend Jan, who has never been overseas before, is also coming and I am rounding out the group. I have been overseas before, but never to Italy, and I am excited to see for m yself the beautiful landscapes my parents are always showing people from the pictures they bring back. I awake somewhere over the Swiss Alps. My dad continuously points out different mountains and geographic locations like I actually know what he is talking about. The Alps are beautiful; blinding white tops above a mist of clouds that block the rest of the mountain from plain sight. Soon we are flying into Italy and the fear and excitement of visiting a place for the first time kicks in. I begin to worry that I didn't study the language enough. Oh well, too late now. I glance at my mom finishing her breakfast in the seat in front of me. I am glad that she seems to know a lot more Italian than the rest of us. She will become our interpreter... ...a small enclosed patio and views of the hills beyond. To the right are the cobbled streets of the town we just left. The bells of the church ring out and the sound of children yelling as they play in the streets fill the air. Our guide lets us into the house and we explore the spacious rooms of the home that will be ours for the first week. Everything is simple, but charming and everyone wants to quickly unpack. We walk the guide back out to her car and as I'm standing there exploring the view, I feel something hit my shoulder from above, bird droppings. As I am just about to launch into a spiel about how unlucky I have been since arriving, the key holder looks over at me and exclaims at the luck I have. Apparently bird poop landing on you is considered a blessing. I laugh at the absurdity of it all, but in the end I think this might just turn into a great trip yet.