A Truly Remarkable Vacation Experience

A Truly Remarkable Vacation Experience

And Why I’ll Probably Never Travel Independently Again…

I had no idea how absolutely incredible Italy would be until I was there. Comparable to Paris’s Louvre, I found myself, more than once, near tears at the sight of something I’d studied or never thought I’d do in my lifetime. Everything you think Italy is, it is, and that much more. I mentally crossed things off my bucket list with the same rapidity I was adding them. Going on a guided vacation, I never worried about what I might miss or navigating my way through a foreign country. Another huge plus? The people I met were lovely and as full of joy as I was to be there. The experiences I had on Insight’s Italian Intermezzo this last March are ones I will never forget.

Venice

Let’s start with Venice. Sigh, Venice. Silty green water laps along its walled-embankments as people stream along the top. Gondolas lazily weave on the small water-alleyways under the shadows of bridges and centuries-old, salt-dusted buildings. The light, unreal and tinted golden-rose, plays off the ripples, walls, and faces of Venice.

Waking up in Venice proper isn’t something everyone gets to do, most visitors come in and out on the taxis for the day. Both days in Venice were like that; getting to go places and see things I normally wouldn’t have known about as an independent traveler. We took a stroll with a Local Expert, a “real” Venetian, through her neighborhood. She pointed out her favorite ancient doorbells and rooftop gardens. We crossed bridges and counted islands, entered sun-lit squares with timeworn wells and towering churches. We traveled the islands and ate an amazing lunch in Burano, its colorful reflections begging for photographs, doubling the city in its canals. Walking around St. Mark’s square, nearly abandoned, as the winter sun set behind it’s glinting churches, filled me with absolute delight as I realized, “I know this square; I know the exact photo you take here!”

All this, before our serenaded gondola ride.

Heartbroken at our departure, I couldn’t imagine another place would come close to the way I felt about Venice.

Florence and Tuscany

And then I walked out into the sun in Florence’s Piazza della Signoria. How do you explain the wonder of coming across, as if by great fortune, Neptune’s Fountain, the sculptures of the Loggia dei Lanzi, the hammered gold of Ghiberti’s recreated Gates of Paradise, the pink and green marble of Santa Croce? The city of Dante, Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, and the best tomatoes of my life; Florence and Tuscany, full to the brim, don’t ask you to love them, they demand it.

And I did.

I walked slow circles around Michelangelo’s beautiful David, marveling at the room built just for him in the Uffizi Gallery. I sat on a first-century wall eating olives in the sun, enjoying the warmth and taking in the variety of greens the hills of Tuscany offer. I treasured my sour-cherry gelato from Italy’s most famous shop in San Gimignano. I discovered my favorite Chianti during dinner at Machiavelli’s estate, over food I’ll attempt to replicate for the rest of my life. Crushed olive tapenades, Panzanella salad, cannellini beans, warm tomato spreads, crusty breads, prime rib that took two men to carry it to our tables, and the wine, my goodness the wine.

Trust me when I say, if you like food and art, Florence is heaven.

Leaving Florence and Tuscany behind was almost too much, and I vowed to return. Luckily for us, Rome awaited.

A quick note before Rome though. Italian highway autostops, mainly Autogrills, are nothing like the convenience stores or rest-stops of the U.S. Different from anything you’d experience back home, the food is often incredible, ordering coffee has its own rules of etiquette, and you’re likely to find the parking lot full of Porches over semi-trucks. Most of them are built so that you must walk through the whole place, eyeing local goods and commodities, before checking out. I still miss standing at the counter and quickly drinking a perfect Italian macchiato paired with a flakey brioche.

Okay, onto Rome.

“When in Rome!” We waited the whole trip to say that and happily cheered it as we entered the bustling city. Rome is a dazzling milieu of ancient structures and modernity. Every building draws your eye, each street feels as if it’s been there through the ages of time. I remember coming across a column on a corner, stained dark around the bottom from years of being near the road. I thought to myself, that’s probably older than anything in America, and it probably was.

That first night, we walked with our Local Specialist through narrow, cobblestone streets to the Spanish Steps and overlooked the beautiful square below. The thing about the Local Specialists is that they are truly local. It was like walking along the streets of Rome with an old friend who knew all the secret and best places. She taught us the perfect spot, away from the crowd, to toss our coin into Trevi Fountain and ensure our return to her city. She shared memorable antidotes about Piazzas and fountains, things I would have never known without her.

She walked us through busy streets to the Pantheon, its lights just starting to glow as we walked in. As the darkening blue sky hinted from the skylight at its center, she told us its history in respectful and hushed whispers. We were lucky in that she was also our guide through the Colosseum, the Vatican, and St. Peter’s Basilica as I can’t now imagine these places without her.

The next morning, I found myself in St. Peter’s Basilica sending up as many prayers as I could. It is difficult for me to describe the sense of belief one navigates through upon entering this holy place. I joined a short line to touch the worn-down bronze foot of St. Peter, his right toes thinned by centuries of pilgrims doing the same. We were honored to have special access to, and took our time going up, the famous Bramante Staircase, twisting and turning until we reached the top and the breathtaking views over Rome and the Vatican estate.

It was at this point, looking down the empty ramp we had just ascended, that it dawned on me. We had first access to the museums, with maybe 200-300 other people. We were alone on the staircase looking over Rome. The museums were almost empty. I could stroll from wall to wall of paintings without bumping into another soul. Being shown the best of Italy, in March, on a guided vacation is absolutely sublime.

In the nearby Vatican Palace, the Sistine Chapel waited. One of the world’s most famous artworks, our Local Expert explained how Michelangelo wanted to depict the fall of man. At the same time, should you choose to look at it the other direction, you can always find your path back to God. It was overwhelming to take in, it was perfect. I sat down and tilted my head back to take both journeys. My eyes hurt, trying to stretch, to see it all. I turned around and noticed the minute details on the frescoed tapestries “hanging” the wall behind me. That’s when the tears started. I was actually seeing the Sistine Chapel, with my own eyes.

That last night, our last night together as a group, was something truly special. I felt like we’d been together for ages and, at the same time, not nearly long enough. Over our beautiful meal, we laughed, talked about our plans back home, and ignored the creeping nostalgia of already missing Italy.

Arianna Ambrutis

Having spent much of her life as nomadically as possible, Ari found a home with GET. As far as her travels have taken her, she's worked on an archaeological dig in Israel, sailed around Greek isles, experienced a crazy sunburn in Turkey, adores tomatoes in Italy, and thinks Paris and New York are just the bee’s knees. With her degree in Cultural Anthropology, Ari loves exploring a culture’s traditions, colloquialisms, and (most importantly) cuisines.

2 thoughts on “A Truly Remarkable Vacation Experience

  • May 9, 2019 at 3:25 pm
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    I find solo cruising adventerous full of wonder where ever you go. Sure it cost more in the long run, however, spend it no matter what, life is short. Plenty of people to make friends with while on board and excursions to enjoy alone or in a group. Can’t have someone holding your hand while going through life. Most people welcome new people into their world with grace and hospitality. Go for it.

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