Leaving to Italy

So, it is a bit wired but I have so many things I want to remember from this upcoming year, so I better write it down.

As you all probably know, I have moved to Italy for the year in order  to complete my MBA studies in International business at MIB school of management in Trieste, Italy.

why Italy? why Trieste? well just because it was an opportunity that came along and I have decided to fullfill me dream to study abroad.

Its been 11 days since I got to Trieste and I`ll try to remember everything and to put it down in words. you shall excuse me if I forget anythings but in the future I`ll try to write more often.

After getting everything done back in Israel including shipping a package by mail to avoid over weight (which turned out to be ingenious cause I got my climbing shoes on time, but I`ll tell more about this later)
I had a little goodbye party on the top of Marina hotel in Tell Aviv where all the people I really wanted to see came to have a drink an to say bye bye.
Shira, gladly was around me all the last few days which was great, helped me with everything and make me feel that I`m doing the right thing and more important that everything will be Awesome.

Shira and I

Sunday and Monday were mostly packing and getting the apartment ready for subletting, Shira and I had the expirence of the rich people life on Sunday, the guy who rented my place paid 3 month in advanced in cash so we had to go to the post office, change some of it to 1,000 Euro, than we went to the bank to deposit about 10,000NIS all in cash, weird feeling to carry that much money on you. but sure is making you feel important. After doing that we went for Breakfast at Sitara in Sea & Sun luxurious coplex. sitting on the sea side, drinking morning cocktails, what the waiter didn`t know that we had a free breakfast coupon (thank you 888.com)

saying goodbye to Shira the night before the flight was not easy, as I knew before but then felt it much stronger than ever, she is the best friend of mine. and a year without here wont be an easy journey.

the morning of the flight I had my parents sleeping over, I barely slept, spent on the couch in the living room thinking about what is ahead of me.  my Mom woke up early and finished fixing the kitchen door path, it was broken because I had to get the refrigerator in.  She, my Mom, did a great job and it looks like it was done by an artist.
we went to breakfast again , in the same complex but in the restaurant right across. it was with my Parents and Hamutal my Sister. as always before I take off one of my experiences abroad it becomes very emotional, not like in other occasions this time I can understand it. however, it was nice breakfast, Hamutal gave me a number of envelopes each one with some money in it and with a lable on the outside. the envelops were to be open in a specific occasion, the first coffee, the first friday dinner, the first date in Italy and so on. it is a great Idea that I likes a lot and I`m following the orders, it sure does makes me feel  like I`m doing in with her. and that she knows that I`m thinking of her.
no, I did not yet  used the once for the first date in Italy. I`ll let you know when I will. but the idea behind this was very special. It was taken from a family tradition to give a letter to the airplane, where you allowed to open it only when you are in the air, and in that letter the one who gave it to you will tell you things or wish you what ever is on this heart. I thing this one of favorit family traditions.

the Airport.
so all my family decided they want to come to the airport and played along didn`t said that I mind, cause I didnt mind it. but I did know that I would try to do it fast as possible, like taking a band aid off. I don`t like emotional moments.
I got there first with my dad and checked in, lucky me, no overweight (they charge 25 euro for every extra k`!!!!!!!)
then everyone else arrived, my Mom, Hamutal, Anat my other sister with  her kids Noga Ayelet and Dror.
Then wishes and kisses and it started to get emotional, my Mom had tiers and this is something that is ever easy to see. my dad on the other hand was smiling his big red face smile, and I knew that he is proud of me.

I should say something about that, my dad never share his feeling with me nor with anyone else (maybe with my Mom only), but when I was debating if I should go or not to this adventure way back in June I called him one morning and I asked him "Dad, am I doing the right thing here" and he replied enthusiastic like I have never heard my Dad before, "Yes you do, 100% yes" this gave a lot of confident in taking this decision.

back to the airport, so I decided to use this occasion and get a family picture something that we didn`t do for a long long while,

My Family

and here we go, done with kissing and saying goodbye, and I`m crossing the doors to start a new adventure.

the flight went well, I love beeing on a plane, makes me thinking a lot. arrived to Trieste through Munich and took a taxi from the airport F%^&% 60euro but It was night and I wanted to get home.

about my first days in Trieste I shall write in the next chapter.

hope you enjoyed reading this so far.