Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore


Consuming books baring historical details of the Rennaissance and the Golden Age since I was old enough to read, Italy and all of her splendour has been the dream destination of a lifetime, and last fall, I finally realized that dream. While we toured Pisa and saw Sienna, ate in Emporio and shopped in San Giaminiano, the one moment that has withstood the year since, was the moment I turned from the busy street traffic of honking horns and mopeds rushing around me, onto the Piaza del Duomo in Florence and saw for the first time the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore loom up before me in all of her splendor and grandeur. I remember catching my breath, taking in the green and pink polychrome marble that graces her facade, and the goosebumps rose on my arms. Rising up before me gilded in gold and in breathtaking glory, stood the monument of the stories I'de absorbed,the fairytales with happy endings of prince and princesses, and the realization of the studies of the Rennaissance come
to life before me. Artists such as Boticelli, Donatello, and Michaelangelo, had graced this cathedral with their presence, historical leaders such as the Medici family had seen the baptisms, weddings and
funerals of their families over centuries and I was in awe at the marvel and beauty of this artistry of architecture looming up before me. I realized in that moment, that I was a very, very small part of something so great, in the world around me, and the hundreds of years of history monumented before me, and to have had the opportunity to be there for my moment in time, and realize a dream was unfathomable. I reached for my mother's hand, and tears came to my eyes, as I whispered almost inaudibly "thank you" and tried to swallow around the lump in my throat.

J Arent

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