So I was finally in Italy, a place I had tried to imagine in my dreams for many years. No matter how many photos I saw or the endless surfing on the internet looking at where my family were from prepared me for the reality of the real thing.
Fresh off the train my cousin took me into the town of Arezzo. I was instantly amazed. This place is old I thought. My mind started wandering trying to soak in the history. In Australia we think 200 odd years of white Australia is old and all of a sudden I am looking at places that are several hundred years old.