My Trip to Italy
Terraciano 1
Amanda Terraciano
Professor Staton
English 1101
13 September 2014
Narrative Essay - My trip to Italy
I could feel the anticipation rising within myself knowing that my trip to Italy was just a few weeks away. I had waited my whole life for this one moment. It was near the month of April, and that meant spring break was just right around the corner. To give a little bit of background, I come from an Italian family. I have yet to see the beautiful terrain where my ancestors had originated, but I do know that my family stems from Naples, Terre, and Rome, Italy. The Terraciano name traces back to Terre, Italy and my ancestors originated from Naples, Italy. My ancestors immigrated into Ellis Island, thus, most of my family lives in New York. Going to Italy was a figure of speech in our household. We would talk about it, but I didn't believe that we would actually go through with this idea. This figure of my imagination was soon developing into reality.
Earlier in the year, the whole family and I all sat down and talked about what the next adventure as a family would be. Everyone had their own opinions, but one idea stood out from all the others. My dad had suggested that we all go to Italy for the reason of learning more about our family history. By this point everyone was on board with the idea, and for about the next four months, my family and I were preparing for a trip of a life time. As time passed by, I could see the excitement build. I had about a week before spring break, and this trip to Italy was still on full throttle. There was no turning back. The days became eternal, but then after a mere five long days had passed, my long awaited and beloved Italy trip had smacked me in the face and I found myself at the airport. The flight to Italy was mind numbingly long, as it was ten hours without layover time. The plan was to land in Rome, then take a train to Florence, and a train to Venice.
It was a Sunday morning in Rome, Italy, but my
Amanda Terraciano
Professor Staton
English 1101
13 September 2014
Narrative Essay - My trip to Italy
I could feel the anticipation rising within myself knowing that my trip to Italy was just a few weeks away. I had waited my whole life for this one moment. It was near the month of April, and that meant spring break was just right around the corner. To give a little bit of background, I come from an Italian family. I have yet to see the beautiful terrain where my ancestors had originated, but I do know that my family stems from Naples, Terre, and Rome, Italy. The Terraciano name traces back to Terre, Italy and my ancestors originated from Naples, Italy. My ancestors immigrated into Ellis Island, thus, most of my family lives in New York. Going to Italy was a figure of speech in our household. We would talk about it, but I didn't believe that we would actually go through with this idea. This figure of my imagination was soon developing into reality.
Earlier in the year, the whole family and I all sat down and talked about what the next adventure as a family would be. Everyone had their own opinions, but one idea stood out from all the others. My dad had suggested that we all go to Italy for the reason of learning more about our family history. By this point everyone was on board with the idea, and for about the next four months, my family and I were preparing for a trip of a life time. As time passed by, I could see the excitement build. I had about a week before spring break, and this trip to Italy was still on full throttle. There was no turning back. The days became eternal, but then after a mere five long days had passed, my long awaited and beloved Italy trip had smacked me in the face and I found myself at the airport. The flight to Italy was mind numbingly long, as it was ten hours without layover time. The plan was to land in Rome, then take a train to Florence, and a train to Venice.
It was a Sunday morning in Rome, Italy, but my