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Diversity in Italy

Annie Ferguson

Growing up, Italy was a place of dreams. I thought of rolling hills, unfathomably good food, breathtaking red wine, and gorgeous people. I dreamt of getting swept off my feet by a Giuseppe or an Alessandro and growing old together in Tuscany. I fantasized about places like Venice, trying to imagine how a city could really be on the water. All of it seemed far off, almost impossible, much more so a fantasy world of perfection and euphoria, rather than simply another country across the Atlantic…

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