Arrival In Florence
This article was written while studying abroad in Florence, Italy
After getting checked-in at NYU’s campus, I find my way to what I will be calling home for the next five months. The car ride is only a few minutes and then I'm at my destination, Via del Moro, right in the center of the city.
As I pull up, a man and his daughter anxiously await my arrival. I get out of the car and I'm warmly welcomed by Luca, a sweet Italian man in a salmon colored polo, and Virginia his 22-year-old daughter who is running off to work.
After unpacking and refreshing myself, I join the Patrussi family for dinner. Luca, my host-dad walks to the corner of the third story patio and begins picking from a plant.
“Would you like a pepper?” he asks as holds a pin-sized-red pepper before me.
I graciously accept while Piera, my host-mom, dishes pesto pasta onto my plate. Luca explains the pepper’s Vietnamese origin and how much he loves them.
A warm feeling takes over my body, granted from the extremely hot peppers that I'm ingesting, but also from the inherently kind nature that these complete strangers have.
I realize how giving and welcoming the Patrussi family is. I feel an immediate sense of comfort that eases all of my worries about doing a home-stay. I'm reassured that in the next five months I will truly get a full Italian experience.