Personal Narrative: The Aquaovo

Two days and two nights of my Europe trip slipped past my fingertips so quickly as if it was sand. What was once the present was quickly turning into memories, into presents that I will cherish forever. So far, everything was good, but nothing spectacular that I expected to happen has occurred quite yet. As dinner time of the third night rolled around, I knew what to expect; the Aquaovo. While the restaurant was not familiar to me, it was for my parents, given that they have been there numerous times before during their past trips. Although it has only been one day in Florence, the day overflowed with compliments and praising remarks of the Aquaovo, and despite how much it annoyed me, I was determined to find out what the hype was all about. What sets the Aquaovo apart from other restaurants lies in its atmosphere. The conjoined tables allow people to converse freely with each other, even if they didn’t come together as one party. That excited me, but at the same time, the same question repeated itself in my brain, as it always had- What will people think of me?
During my parents’ stay, they sat next to an old, free spirited professor at the University of …show more content…
As he wiped his hands with a wine-stained cloth, his scrawny legs guided us to our table, and we plopped our hungry bodies down next to a group of college kids; two extremely beautiful blonde girls with two guys, one who couldn’t cut his meat with a knife and one addicted to his phone. By coincidence, I happened to sit right next to one of the girls and as I sat down, I immediately noticed my Asian features pop; how dark my hair and eyes were compared to her blonde hair and blue eyes! A pair of high heels clunked into my muddled Adidas sneakers, which I responded to by averting my eyes quickly and pretending to examine the