This gem is a cute getaway not too far from Rome. It’s called the dying town. Only about 12 people still live here. It was founded over 2500 years ago. The only way in and out is that bridge you see 🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹 I have personally been, if you need any tips just DM us :)
Pic by: @fanellity
I’m Ceci (pronounced cheh-chee) here - short for Cecilia. “Cecily” was always a hard name for Italians to grasp, so early on in my time here, I began to introduce myself by the Italian version of my name.
It feels right, somehow, that I have a different name when I’m here. I’m different when I’m in Italy. I am more confident of myself, more authentic, more unapologetic. I feel more free to express myself here - to talk about beauty and feelings and ideas in unqualified terms.
I have spent a lot of time in the last nine years wondering why that is the case: if it’s something in the cultural identity of this country, or if it’s something in me - something about the in-betweenness of my life when I am here that is freeing. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that Italian is not my first language, and so I have to think a little harder about how I want to say things. ✧
Probably, it’s a combination of all of these factors, and others besides. But whatever it is, I have always felt like myself here. .
And so, it’s good to be here. It feels good, for a little while, to be Ceci again.