I submitted my application at 11: 56 on a Thursday night. On a whim, bored of my college. It was more a fantasy than anything, like making to-do lists you know you won't complete just to get that feeling of validation, like you actually have your life together. Italy is a romanticized place I think in many cultures, the old music, pasta, mamma mia. Let me tell you, best decision ever. Perugia is a town masquerading as a city, with winding small alleys, local flair, this community is more tight knit then my one back home, even with a language barrier. Through a poster hung in Umbra, I joined a speleology group. Caving. And if there is one way to learn Italian quickly, it's by hanging 100 feet above a darkened maw of abyss and your instructor speaks Italian, and you don't. Or, after being adopted as the odd american girl, being lowered from a clocktower as a trial for a local festival for La Befana, You want cultural immerion, what a way to get it. And for those not wanting to suspend their life by some rope, Umbra has so many options to get involved, just ask the kind, amazing, angels at the student services. I got to see so much of Italy and their surrounding, and not so surrounding, countries with the raveworthy train systems. The food, dear god, has made me consider who I can marry to get a visa. I got comfortable being uncomfortable here, who are you when you strip away your ability to communicate verbally, what are your habits when your culture is not there to reinforce them, how do you adapt, how do you stay the same. I say without a doubt that a semester abroad was a great thing for me, and the true Italian experience found at Umbra made it so much better. If I had gone to a city, an actual city with its globalization, I think I would have found it lacking the Italian culture I discovered here. You can find a community here, in the students, and the people.