Edified into beautiful mansions, the Villas in the hills stand majestic and breathtaking. Old entrances made up of pebbles have been replaced with brick-driveways and luxurious automatic gates, with inviting tall columns and lighting. Small European cars sit in the driveway, awaiting their next voyage down the windy road that leads to the city.
The hills will strike any observer as nothing short of gorgeous. Atop the surrounding hillside that towers above every Villa, lives nothing but nature and peace. Enveloped with silence, a rugged wooden panchina, or bench, sits sturdy; unable to escape the decays of time.
During the warm summer months, there blows a comforting breeze throughout the encircling hilltop marvels. Flowers blossom; fruits ripen; and the beauties of Bologna remain fully exposed.
Ask Italians which city they prefer most and Bologna will invariably top the list, yet most foreign tourists have never even heard of this cultural gem, as its charm subtly glistens the Northern region. Bologna exists within two main parts: i colli (the hills) and la città (the city). In the hills, there stands centuries’ worth of countryside remnants: vast acres of farmland, old pitchforks, bundles of hay, and the beautiful Villas—once the home to some of Italy’s most prestigious nobility. However, below the old countryside, there lives a thriving city, home to countless students, Bolognesi, rich historical monuments, and some of the most exquisite dishes in the entire world—from tagliatelle, to ragu (meat sauce), or tortellini and lasagna. Living in New Jersey for the past twelve years of my life and attending Villanova University (named after the Etruscans; founders of aboriginal Bologna)—I live a stranger to my own home.
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