The last stop on our three-week vacation was to a small beach town outside of Sorrento, Italy. The town was called Meta and it consisted of a church, two or three restaurants and a few shops. This was a huge change from all the city traveling we had been doing. It was a great change of pace to be in a small town; it was easy to get around and the beach was walking distance from the Villa we were staying in. The first few days were wonderful, the weather was a hot and sunny 70 degrees and laying on the beach after a long rainy winter in Ireland was perfect! On the fifth day, one of our last days, the mood in the Villa changed drastically.
It was Sunday April 24, more importantly Easter Sunday. The group I was with including myself had never been away from our families and homes for a holiday. It was not until breakfast that Sunday did we realize how different it was being away from home on a holiday. We planned to wake up early and make a big breakfast, everyone including something that would have been at his or her Easter breakfast at home. As I awoke that morning I looked next to my bed and realized the Easter Bunny had not come, my parents were not around to leave the basket of candy that they had been leaving on my nightstand for the last twenty years. Immediately a somber mood was put on the day and I could tell my four other friends felt the same way that I did. We still made breakfast in hopes it would lift our spirits, but we ended up sitting silently eating our pancakes, hard-boiled eggs, fruit salad and other delicious breakfast foods. The food was great, but the conversation at the table was not, we attempted to talk but soon the type of silence that you can hear a pin drop came over the table. As the day got later our families in America were waking up sending us pictures and texts about what we were missing at home and how much they miss us. We spent most of the day on the deck sulking about our first holiday away from home.
Luckily by dinner time our moods were no longer terrible. We decided to make the best of our situation thinking about how much worse we could have it. We were not with our families, but we were with good friends in a Villa in Italy. We made a big Easter dinner that included salad, lasagna and even bunny shaped cookies. It finally felt a little bit more like Easter as we had a celebratory dinner. I came to the realization as did my friends that things change as we get older. We are growing up which means not being able to be home every time we want to. Instead of looking at the negatives it is a lot better to embrace the incredible experience we were having by being in Italy. Not many people can say they backpacked across Europe for three weeks with friends. There will be many more Easters at home with family, but the opportunity we had comes once in a life time!