When Books Come to Life


I have finally returned, weary and jet lagged, after a fourteen hour flight from Italy to America completely exhausted from a 9-day-long trek across Paris, Rome, Florence, Tuscan countryside and  foothills of the Alps; after which, I am proud to say, I write bearing extraordinary stories and perspective.

My experience with travel is almost philosophical; understanding that to travel is not to simply put yourself in different landscapes, but to open your eyes to those landscapes and become aware from them; allowing yourself  to learn a newer and deeper outlook as you read more pages from the book the world has to offer to you.

The hard part is to have that perspective linger on after you return.

With that said, my heart and my love was completely stolen by Italy. Which, I admit, was opposite from what I expected.

I was pinching myself as I walked through Rome just to believe I was actually there, forcing myself to accept my own eyes as the Colosseum crept into sight and 2000 year old ruins stood at every corner.

Physically the ruins may crumble, but they came back to life as I pictured them in all their glory described in the history books I have endlessly studied; books that have become my friends suddenly materialized in front of me, cathedrals of imagination that I will never, ever forget.

The people and their culture, despite nearly getting me killed on several occasions by their horrible driving, were playful and charming- shouting “prego!“, or “thank you!” at everyone in sight at every opportunity even in the most inappropriate of moments.

Their religion was worn as a badge of honor, the population being 99% catholic, with portraits of the Virgin Mary at every intersection and church processions in the streets featuring marching bands shouting out hymns as the masses gathered around them.

Their food- oh my gosh their food– was food as you’ve never tasted before. The pasta was smothered in a heavenly perfection of tomatoes and olive oil, the pizza a flawless balance of herbs and cheese, the bread a symphony of Italian wheat and garlic.

I’ve grown from the trip and gained some more perspective, for traveling is a major aspect to my life that I’m grateful for. Experiencing cultures that shake the anchor of your own and appreciating the world is something I feel a lot of people my age lack. It’s one thing to read it in a book, but a complete other to experience it for yourself.

I didn’t want to leave, and it was melancholy as I watched the Alps disappear out of the airplane window on the flight home. But I’ll be back one day, because Italy has thoroughly and unconditionally won me over.


36 thoughts on “When Books Come to Life

  1. New places and photography make us look outside of ourselves. To taste, feel, hear, see, smell, perceive the world and live in the moment. That’s real living rather than mere existence. Once started it makes a good habit. I’m very glad for you that you are on that road and hope that you enjoy the journey.

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  2. Anonymous

    Wow your writing is amazing! I never get tired of reading your posts! They always make my day a little better because I know you are doing what you love and it simply shows. Sharing your writing from the heart is the most amazing gift and I’m blessed that you share it! Thank you so much for writing and making the world a more beautiful place! I wish you the best of luck in your writing-filled future. Be sure to keep us updated in case you write any books because I’d snatch that up in a second! Thank you AutumnHope!
    Be sure to pay it forward! (An individual act of kindness for three people!)

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  3. Italiano…..mmmuah ❤ who cannot fall in love with Italy… I can understand how difficult could that be to put your dreamlike experience in a post, also its a 'not a long post to read'… Amazing 🙂 looking forward to read more.


  4. Great post! But think about coming to Greece next – sunshine, fantastic food, friendly people, antiquities – just like Italy, only more so! Just joking, I adore Italy as well. But, come to Greece!


  5. Ahh, the delights of being a tourist! I live everyday life in Rome …. and will comment no further haha. But I do like your zest and enthusiasm, and the way your share your impressions!


  6. Maverick

    It was a simple and beautiful post. Also, I was thrilled to know that someone liked my comment. I have to admit somewhat humbly that it was the first like ever on WordPress I got. You have liked my comment may be you will enjoy my posts as well and you may know how encouraging it is to get


  7. Love love love LOVE this! So many blogs these days flooded with “this is where I went/what I did, 100 things to do in Eome on a budget”….but you, this, you showed me how it made you feel. And I love me some feels. Awesome post, thanks 🙂


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