July 28, 2009
July 28th, 2009 |

Goodnight and Good Luck

The hourglass that has been running since I arrived in Italy has almost run out. My time here will soon come to an end as I board a jet plane, heading for the States.

I am happy. Happy to be returning to the place and people I love, happy to have made the journey to Italy and seen the ancestral regions of my family, but,  most importantly, happy that what I have learned on this trip will help me pursue my dream of becoming a journalist.

When I learned that we were expected to write blogs throughout the trip, I was a little hesitant. Personally, I enjoy hard news. Blogging never appealed to me. However, after writing a few of them and being able to look back on my experience, I must say that I am thankful for constructing them.

My first post was about my experience interviewing a doctor with the help of an interpreter. (What a task that was!) Despite my hardship, I am thankful that I was able to experience that situation at such a young age because I know I will feel more comfortable and be able to conduct the interview in a more professional manner if that situation ever arises again. (Thank goodness!)

My second post explained the phenomenon of what I like to refer to as “The Gino Invasion.” Much like the British invasion in the 1960’s, the name “Gino” rolled off of people’s tongues here and into their hearts. Much like a celebrity, I was invited to dinners, parties, and those free shots added up. I made some really great friends in my first few days in Urbino, and as those friendships grew, new ones came to be. (Much like the roots of a maple tree that branch out.) Out of all of my blogs, this one was my favorite because it made me feel like I was actually a part of this small town.

My next blog fit well with the previous because in it I recalled a night when my Italian friend Paolo invited me to hang out on a rooftop and play guitar with other Italian students. Surprisingly, though I spoke minimal Italian and they spoke even less English, communication did not seem to be a problem. Instead, music served as an international language, with A flats and B minors replacing “where are you from?” and “what do you do?”. Again, as with my previous posts, this one helped me feel like I belonged here.

After uploading a few more blogs and reviewing my time in Urbino, I think I am ready to answer a few questions.

I am here for a plethora of reasons but, most importantly, to build my knowledge of journalism, to ensure my position as a journalist in the future, and to get in touch with my roots. My last weekend here, I was able to get in touch with some of my relatives and visit the towns where both of my great grandparents and grandfather were born. (Scheggia) I also met some other Troianis who were just as happy as I was to meet and greet. It was truly amazing.

Despite being the same hard-working and dedicated journalist I was before I came on this trip, I can now act on my goal of dismissing all distractions that hinder my work. I know I have talent, and to waste that would be a shame. Even though I have two years of schooling left, I know I will not struggle in the long run if I can get rid of distractions.

I feel that the direction of my final project is solid. I wrote a decent article depicting the Italian healthcare system from a first-hand point of view. Because my topic was not very visually appealing, it was hard for my photographer and videographer to relate their works to my story, however, they did a great job with what they had.

Overall I am satisfied with both the program and trip. If I could go back, I would not change a thing.

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