Today is my last day in Portovenere, Liguria, Italia. It’s strange to think that I’m not going wake up on this hard mattress ever again after tonight. It’s strange to think that I’m going to have full access to my whole wardrobe and won’t be living out of a medium sized suitcase. It’s weird to think I won’t be surviving on pasta sauce and bread! Food choices. My roommates and I have been discussing the things we’re most excited about back in California to help ease our sadness about leaving. Number one: FOOD! Mexican food, Indian food, In-n-out… It’s all too exciting.

I wanted to make sure I enjoyed today as much as possible, so I’ve been packing over the last few days. This morning I put on my black and white polka dot bikini and a high waisted black skirt as a cover. Today was my last day and I was going to make it last. I grabbed my towel and my journal and made my way to the rocky beach for one last time.

After a few hours of sun and relaxation, I began to make my way back to the dorm. It was hard to think that as I passed these restaurants and chatting locals that it may be the last time I ever see them. I crawled the 106 stairs to my dormitory slowly with frequent stops to look at the view of the city below.

My roommates were packing furiously as the hours of the day slipped away. Tonight we’re going to our final dinner. It’s going to be held at a restaurant on the other side of town. After our meal, the restaurant turns into a popular nightclub. We have one last impression to leave on this little town that has been so good to us!

I’m opting for the dress I wore when I saw Filippo. It was a hot red dress that showed off all the right curves. I figure that the last time I wore it…things did not really happen the way I wanted. My dress deserved the chance to make new, better, and happier memories.

We just cracked a bottle of Spumante that we purchased when we went wine tasting. One last “getting-ready” party in our dorm! Ahh so sad! Tonight I’ll do the works. Big hair, fake eyelashes, summer glow, etc. My friends and I are all joking that we want to get a kiss from an Italian before we leave in the morning. Maybe we’ll have some luck at the club. I’ve been once before and it’s swimming with handsome and well-dressed Italians. It’s a fashionista’s dream.

Alas, Spumante in hand, it is time to ready myself for what will surely be an unforgettable evening. Maybe I’ll lie on the floor for a few sit-ups before I sneak into that skin-tight dress. We’re going to go for one last walk in our nice clothes, take some photos up by the castle, and get our last gelato. L’ultima notte.