Italy: My New Life

The first time I finally felt free was when I took that first step out of the airport and on to the sidewalk of Rome. I smelt all the flavors of Gelato as I walked down the streets and finally when I couldn’t resist any longer I went into a little shop and I bought a small cup of mint chip gelato. I got into a gondola and rode to my new apartment. As I was moving into my new space, I met Julia. She was an Italian artist in the apartment across the hallway. Instantly we connected and we became best friends. One day I was walking in the Trevi district, and I was about to throw a dime into the Trevi Fountain when I tripped. Fortunately, a local caught me. He took me to a local bakery, where we shared a cannoli and a chocolate croissant. Before I had to leave to go start my new job as a barista at the coffee shop, my job before I got my real job, Alex asked me out on a real date. A week later, we met back up at the fountain, and we took a water taxi to La Terrazza dell’Eden, where I tasted the most magnificent food that had ever been placed onto my tongue. The food was delicious, the service was impeccable, the atmosphere was romantic, and the view over Rome was spectacular. After dinner, we ended the night listening to the band at Gregory’s Jazz Club. The next day I was explaining the whole date to Julia, while strolling through Piazza di Sagna. I could see that she was getting bored, so I asked her why she never went out. She explained to me that when she was 19 she got married, and then a year later he died. And that she has been on a few dates since then, but no one seemed quite right for her. As weeks turned into months, I grew closer to Alex and to Julia. I got a job as a secretary for a family law firm. Due to a law suit, Alex had to go to France and asked me to go with him, so I asked Julia to watch my house and my new Maltese, Kiki. When I told Alex I was ready to go, I told him Julia was going to watch Kiki and my house; he freaked out. He told me, “I