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On a little hill in the middle of Italy there is a small, very small, medieval town: Urbino. A town full of winding streets, small endearing alleyways and pedestriansied streets that rise and fall in tune with the surrounding green landscape that hug this oversized borgo on all sides.
Maybe surprisingly, this town is home to a successful University and a thriving student population. I had the privilege to ‘study’ for one academic year in this captivatingly beautiful town. This was almost 6 years ago, when I left the UK, flying solo, to a country I had previously never set foot in, with a limited knowledge of the language and culture… What a year it was.
There are few words that can coherently put that year abroad into accurate perspective; the events and excursions that happened, the emotions that were felt, the friendships that were created. So naturally when the occasion arose to revisit Urbino I was naturally a little hesitant.
A few photos don’t even begin to scrape the surface of what was felt during a two-day trip; revisiting old haunts, remembering forgotten memories, filling up with bittersweet emotions, reminiscing about good times, friends and changes. Yes, as cliché as it sounds, this trip was a time where I reflected on the journey that I’ve been on. What was then and what is now; how, fundamentally, Urbino has helped shape the recent past years of my life.
I have since been fortunate enough to travel to various places, meet wonderful people and enjoy an overwhelming amount of experiences. Without Urbino, would all of this have been possible? Who knows. All I do know is that I am a very lucky person and I will forever hold Urbino in a special place close to me.