Two weeks ago, I set off on a pretty grand and nerdy adventure to Italy. I had made a wish many many years ago in the Trevi Fountain. When I had made that wish, I had done so certain that no matter how long it took, that I would one day return to Rome. I had no idea when the year started that May/June would find me in Italy. The purpose of this journey was to do a cross cultural comparison of libraries, museums, and other cultural institutions. This led to me asking a few questions. Who are you at the moment that you begin a journey? Who were you when you made the decision to take the first step to depart? Who will you be when the journey is over—whether it is a journey of 2000 steps or 2000 miles? I knew that this would not be an ordinary trip. For one thing, I was not going like my 2003 self, which was a struggling student on a very tight budget. That me had never gone to Europe and wasn’t even sure of what I wanted from life. At that point, I had traveled to Italy with friends who were also studying abroad in Spain. We were in awe at everything. We stayed at crappy hostels, ate peanut butter sandwiches to cut cost, and looked at the world through the eyes of 20 year old college kids from America. This trip to Italy would see me 12 years older, maybe wiser? Still trying to figure out what I really wanted from my life. Ha…
This time around, I was a working professional. I had already obtained my J.D. and my Masters in Library and Information Science. This alone meant that I would look at Italy and the purpose of this trip through different lenses. I had an impression in my mind that I would see amazing history—that I knew from my first trip, and that I would see examples of a rich cultural heritage. Now, I had studied legal systems that utilized Roman law. I had read about ancient volumes of works that were stored in places across Italy. And, I cannot neglect to mention the artwork and architecture of the place. But was there anything else? Was there something more that I was supposed to find out? The past several years, I had been giving with my time and energy. I had experience what I felt to be a whole gambit of life—and I desired something different. More peace, more love, more adventure. Before I left, I had worked a lot and was feeling a little unsure and uncertain about what I truly desired from my future. Who was I even as a person? As 2015 Heather? I thought about these things on the plane. While reading one of my favorite books by one of my favorite authors, I came across this quote, and thought how appropriate it was.
“A journey is an adventure. Henry Miller said that it is far more important to discover a church no one has heard of, than go to Rome and feel obliged to visit the Sistine Chapel, with two hundred thousand tourists shouting all around you. Go to the Sistine Chapel, but also get lost in the streets, wander down alleyways, feel free to look for something, without knowing what it is. I swear you will find it and that it will change your life.” ― Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light
I was as Paulo Coelho said, “looking for something without knowing what it is.” In the last two weeks, I learned about more than just libraries, museums and gelato. I did find more peace, more love and definitely more adventure. On my first day in Rome, I sang along to Michael Jackson with the cab driver. I met two delightful families—one set were dairy farmers from New Zealand, and the other was a pretty well off family from India who were going on a grand tour of Italy and Greece. They were very nice and pleasant and the world felt a bit smaller and kinder. It did not matter that I was far from home—there were elements to remind me of home, and elements to remind me that there was a lot of world beyond my pond. I arrived at the Convitto Internazionale de ST. Tomasso D’Aquinas. This was basically a boarding house for priests and nuns located next to a building called the Angelicum—a school for theology students from around the world. The convitto housed 50 priests and 3 nuns. They represented 17 countries, and were all very nice. I also ran into a priest from Wisconsin one day—he was wearing of course, a Green Bay Packers hat. Go Pack Go.
My colleagues who were on the trip with me: Anita, Keegan, Samantha, Valerie, Austin and Dr. Chancellor and I set off on our adventure. Exploring the city, finding food, and planning out our next days. Over the next several days we a lot of things which included:
- Going to the Forum
- Seeing the Colosseum
- Visiting the Capitoline museum/library
- Going to Palantine Hill
- Visiting the Vatican Secret Archives
- Vatican Library
- Reunification Memorial
- Visits to Several Churchs: St. Peter’s, St. Giovanni, Santa Maria Maggiore, San Lorenzo and Santa Crouce
- I also took a weekend trip to Assisi
- We went to Florence, saw the Laurentian Library, visited the Medici Archives Project, Went to the Uffizi, the Medici Chapels, the Duomo, the Leather School, Santa Croce, Pitti Palace and Boboli Gardens, Ponte Veccio and so much more.
In the time that I was doing all of this, I was also spending time with the people on my trip. I learned about their aspirations, their lives, their passions, and we bonded. I leave Italy with 6 new friends who were my family for 2 weeks. We laughed together, experienced staying in the hotel from hell together, discussed silly things and then in the same vein discussed deep issues related to life and Library Sciences. They were also very respectful of the times when I needed time by myself. For example, when my uncle passed away, they let me know that they were there to offer support, but they also gave me space to process what was going on. I really appreciated that. It was nice to be around like minded individuals who were kind, gracious and accepting.
I also spent some time by myself in Assisi, the place where St. Francis of Assisi was born. It was a wonderful place. Very peaceful…so I had the peace that I was seeking.
At the end of it all. As I closed the doors to my room at the Convitto, and got ready to head home to America, I knew that things were not the same. I was not the same person who left Washington DC two weeks ago. I came to learn about the libraries, but instead learned some fascinating things about myself. So I cannot say what the thing is that we are all searching for…but I do believe that it is a personal sense of peace, the knowledge of things that we are passionate about, and the ability to feel free to be ourselves and to love each other. We are never the same person that set off on a journey. Thank you Italy. Arrivederci.