My gorgeous Roman holiday is weeks away from ending and I am sad to see it go.

Stepping out of the train car in Sorrento, I smell the salty air as a surprising warm breeze fills me up from head to toe.

The town's people were bustling about buying giant chocolate eggs, cakes and flowers.

A rigorous walk up a winding narrow road laced with lemon trees leads to our hostel.

Exploring the quaint town is relaxing and easy.

The sea and its natural surroundings are the only sight seeing spots, but they speak volumes on their own.

A ferryboat takes us 20 minutes off the coast to the delicious island of Capri.

My adventurous side allows me to plunge through a small hole by canoe, into the Blue Grotto, a neon blue cave in the side of the rocky island.

After seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the World, I prepare for Easter Sunday's festivities.

Easter morning felt different. There were no chocolate bunnies, Easter egg hunts, or families.

Barking wild dogs beneath the window, and a forest of lemon trees are all we can see and hear.

We walked down to town hoping to travel more of the coast.

An open aired bus winds down and up and down again through the citrus hills.

The road narrows and the vast sparking water wraps around the bus like a giant blue pashmina scarf.

I feel as though I'm on the edge of the world, and I've finally reached it's prettiest spot.

The bus slowly comes to a stop. Positano, a small sea village with layers of colored houses mixed with flowers spreads down to the ocean like a beautiful blanket.

This is a sight I will never forget. In this moment, I am happy.

Thank you for reading and being a part of my experiences here in Italy. It has been my pleasure to write for the Spectrum and truly thank you all for tuning in each week.

I hope that I have given you an insight into what it is like to study abroad. If you have the opportunity, I would recommend it. Ciao!