Running along the Arno and through the winding streets of Florence is one of the most liberating experiences I've ever felt. As I sprint through the crowds, dodging pedestrians left and right, I feel like I'm flying through the air, rebelling against every feeling of confinement. It doesn't matter anymore that people are staring at me for being American, tall, blonde, etc. It doesn't matter anymore that I'm an athletic outcast in Italian culture. None of it matters. All I can think about and all I can feel is the cold wind on my cheeks and the pavement beneath me, and the hypnotic repetition of my steps as I discover more of this beautiful city.

Today I realized that I still have 2 months and 1 week here. Over 2 months until I go home and see my family again. Oyyy, that's a LONG time.