Goodbye 2009!

May all our best experiences of 2009 be the worst experiences of 2010. Wish everyone all the best. Stay tuned for the first blog of next year. Coming soon... :)

"Live Life and Learn"

A friend of mine posted an interesting status on Facebook this evening...

:::::Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.::::::::

I have gotten quite a few requests to continue writing, and so I have decided that I will... not every day, but I'll try to keep it regular. Excuse the delayed absence. Being home has been quite a trip.

It's been quite interesting being home. It has almost felt as if I am an outsider looking in... looking in on the culture, the customs, the interactions, the relationships, and the happenings. It has become rather clear to me that more or less, people are as I left them, while I myself have changed and experienced a great deal. I am not the same person I was when I left, and because of it, I am forced to deal with some conflict... mostly internal.

As expected people have moved on with their lives. Some awaited my arrival, others... not so much. It was not until I stepped out though, that I could grasp the situation... any situation... with a true and clear perspective. I have a new attitude, a self-confidence, an independence, and a yearning to continue to broaden my horizon. I spent the last several months on my own, and as difficult and painful as it was, I now realize that this experience taught me the most important lesson of my life. I can make it on my own! As one of my now close friends Jack told me, those who care about you will keep in touch. He was right, they did. Now, I realize it does not matter whether you are 4,000+ miles away or down the street. If someone wants you in their life, they'll make it known, and those who don't will also make it known.

Arthur possibly awaited my return more than anyone. Lena and Aline were two people who made it very clear that my presence was missed, and I appreciate it greatly. Arkady and Yuriy fought for my time. They made it a point to see me, and insisted that I, "pencil them in." haha Maryanna... and even the soccer hooligan, Ilya, squeezed me in for some lovin', as did Leslie. Diana and I have already gone shopping... twice... three times if you count her closet. Jack and Larry still owe me some chill time, though I've been over at their place on numerous occasions since my return. Obviously, we wouldn't have it any other way. lol

I feel as though I am learning to communicate all over again. Let's be real. I spent my semester having an on-going internal dialogue with myself. My self-rehabilitation continues. lol... I giggle about it, but it is true. I have to re-teach myself to communicate with others... and FAST! My PR Professors will not be pleased if I come back spring semester without this skill. Luckily, I have been through so much that I have become a much calmer person. This aids me in getting my point across in a much less hostile manner than before my trip. I feel as though, for the first time in my life, I can call myself an adult. I feel like an adult. I survived 3.5 months in a foreign country on my own. I see things differently. I stress less about the small things, and can now finally see the bigger picture. Some people say, "Live. Laugh. Love." I say, "Live life, and learn."

The Italian way of life has taught me to take it one day at a time, not even one day at a time... take life one moment at a time, and enjoy it. As soon as it's there, it's gone. Now that I have had a chance to be home, I realize that much more how important it was for me to go through each and every struggle I faced while away. Every obstacle, every hardship, and every single tear has a lesson. Have your moment. Smile. Laugh. Scream. Cry. Later though, step away from the situation and figure out what it's purpose was. Every situation in life has a purpose. We may not see it right away, but it's always there.

And so, at the end of the day I'll say this...
There's no place like home... except maybe, Rome. <3

Signing Off... With Love,
<3 Roxusha

Arrivaderci My Roma. I'll miss you. <3

My adventure has just about come to an end. My cab will be picking me up in less than two hours. I'm going home, back to America... to start the next chapter in my book of life.

As I dedicated myself to being a full-blown tourist today, I couldn't help but reflect upon my trip along the way. I have done and seen so many things. I have experienced so much. I had my ups and downs, and have grown as an individual.

It all seems like a surrealistic dream. Though time dragged on at points throughout my time here, it seems to all be gone in the blink of an eye. Did three and a half months really just pass me by?

Look at all the places I've been...

Todi and Titignano in Umbrio
Tuscania and Santa Marinella in Lazio
Palermo, Monreale, and Mondello in Sicily
Sorrento
Capri... I might have to retire there one day.
All over TUNISIA! Yes, I even made it to Africa.
Venice
Milan
London
Amsterdam
Paris
Florence
And of coarse, my beloved Roma... the place I called home this past semester. <3

Looking at this list astonishes me, and also inspires me. There is so much more I want to see and do. I want to see every last inch of this earth. I plan on starting at home. There is too much of my own country that I have yet to see. I can't wait to see what new adventures lie ahead of me.

I remember my last days in Philly. Packing for three months seemed beyond overwhelming. I had fears and concerns about leaving... all of which still stand true. Truth be told, now that it's over, I have some fears about coming home...

Once I got to Italy, I had to learn to adapt to their culture, to their way of living. I was on their turf, and had to play by their rules... and IN ITALIANO!!! Exploring and falling in love with what I now call, My Roma, was heavenly. It really is a magical, magnificant city. Figuring out my routine, my local deli, even a trip to the grocery store was an experience. I remember the first time I rode the metro by myself. I was so proud of myself for getting around the city on my own. I was like a baby, learning and experiencing things for the first time. It was as if I was taking my first steps. Cafes, the mafia bakery and Ottaviano bakery goods, and of course my precious gelatto are all things I will miss terribly. What will my life be like without such sweetness? I think I can hold off on the pasta for a while though. haha

The trip wasn't without its downfalls though. Obstacles and pitfalls were around every corner, and I had to learn how to deal with them... on my own. Slowly, but surely, the little baby had to grow up... quickly. Mommy and Daddy weren't around to kiss my knee when I got a boo boo.

Classes seemed to be an obstacle in and of itself. I was honestly planning for an easy semester. I mean how hard could Italian, Design, Sculpture, and Drawing for none majors be, right? Wrong. This was one of the most challenging semesters I've had. This was mainly due to the fact that I'm not used to taking such classes. It was intense. I made it out alive though, and now they're over. :)

Though I can't wait for the many conveniences of home, and of coarse, my friends and family, I will miss Roma and Italy terribly. It's almost seems weird going home. This has become my home. What will "home" be like, feel like to me after so long?

No longer will I be able to jump on the metro and see the Coloseo. No more strolling down Via Del Corso, and without realizing it walking all the way to Piazza Venezia. No more gelatto near Vitorio Emanuele Metro stop, or Old Bridge, or Della Palma near the Pantheon and Piazza Navuona. The Spanish Steps and Trevi Fountain will no longer be in my backyard, and although PennyPack Park is nice... no more Villa Borghese to take a stroll through when I'm done with classes.

It's been quite an experience. I wouldn't give it up for anything. Yes. I'll definitely miss it, but I'm ready to come home. I hope home is ready for me.

Signing Off for the last time in My Roma... :'(
Ciao Bella... and Ciao Roma. I'll never forget you.

On the First Night of Chanukkah...

On the first night of Chanukkah my true love game to me... a marching band blasting Christmas Charols in the morning, Rome finally decorated for Christmas, and 3 Swastikas along the way. <3

This morning to a brass band outside my window charoling. Though slightly annoyed that it was sooo loud, I couldn't help but smile, and wish I was playing with them too! I miss my trumpet, and I miss Mr. HERRMANN!!! <3

Daniella and I had our Rome date today. We grabbed some panini and picked up her Austrailian friend Isaac. Then, we made our way to the Pantheon, and then to the best espresso place in Rome. From there, we walked towards Piazza Venezia, and made our way to the top of the Vittoriano Monument. The view of Rome from that high up is simply breath-taking. It's incredible. You could see all of Rome... Piazza del Popolo, the Vatican, the Coloseum, the Forum, the Teatro di Marcello, the Jewish Ghetto, the Capitoline, and soooo much more. I'm really glad I got up there again.

From there, we walked through the Jewish Ghetto to Trastevere to meet up with Dustin and Christy for lunch. Along the way, three swastikas reminded me how I can't wait to go home and celebrate my holiday. We had lunch at a place called "On the ROX Roma." It was obviously waiting for me. lol I even got to take my picture on the vespa they rented for the day! Yay!

After lunch, we finally made our way to my gelatto mecca. I've been waiting too long for this. My flavors were calling my name. The second I took that first taste, it was simply orgasmic. What flavor, what taste, what heavenly goodness. Mmmmm..... I don't know how I will live without my Black Passion and Passion Fruit. I'll have to fulfill my passion quota in some other way. haha

When we finished our gelatto, we started to make our way towards Piazza Navuona, but instead stopped so Daniella could get her hair cut. She cut it short... bob short... and it looks soooo hot!

Afterwards, we made our way back to the residence and I made dinner for everyone with whatever scraps we had left. Then, I did Danielle's makeup, and they headed out.

Happy First Night of Chanukkah to Everyone!

And... since it's after midnight... a special birthday shout out to Larry T! Wish you all the best! Hope you have an incredible time at your party! Happy Birthday!!!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Ciao Temple Shit-Show!

I had my last final today. I'm not sure how I did, but I genuinely tried my best. More importantly, it's OVER!!!! Ahhh!!! Feels good!!!

After the thrill of excitement associated with being done with finals, I realized this meant my time in Rome is also coming to an end. Again, those bittersweet emotions crossed my mind and my heart.

Temple threw a Farewell Pizza Party for us in the evening. As I walked there by my lonely self, I wondered if there was any reason I was showing up other than avoiding cooking dinner... No one would notice if I didn't show up. I'm not being dramatic. No one would notice. Still... as I walked along the Tiber and pondered to myself, I knew I was going to miss this place. It had been my home for almost 4 months, how could I not? With everything that's happened, I wouldn't give up this semester for anything. Every smile, as well as every tear made me a stronger person, transformed me, taught me lessons very quickly that others may take a lifetime to learn.

Only 20 minutes into this, "party," which was really a drunken shit-show, I had decided to leave. I was completely sober, and uninterested in watching the embarassment that was my classmates. Plus, like I said... no one cared whether I was there... or not. Still, someone managed to have me escort a drunken girl home... a girl I didn't even know the name of... that was almost passed out.

It was quite a trip home, and quite an evening...

Two more days... I can do this. Two more days, and no finals to stress me out. It's time to enjoy my last few moments in Roma. Tomorrow I'm hanging out with Danielle. Saturday, I have a date with My Rome. I can't wait... <3

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Project-Air

I know I already posted today, but a friend informed me of a great cause, and I'd like to spread the message. I figured why not use this blog to maybe do some good as well. We can all make a difference if only we care enough to take a moment of our time and think about another.

Please check it out. It only takes like 2 minutes.
Make a difference. Even if you don't donate, spread the word. Thank you.

www.project-air.org

Signing Off Again,
Ciao Bella...

One More Final To Go!!!

I woke up at 10:30am today. It's 1am, and I've been studying since 11am. FML.

This week seems to be taking forever. I can't wait to get this final over with though.

Sorry for the short blog. Unless you all want to see the 17 pages of notes I wrote out for myself, that's all I got. Gotta get back to studying... Wish Me Luck!

Signing off,
Ciao Bella...

Calma, Calma

I had my sculpture critique today. Good riddens! Ciao Roberto!
Apparently, I am too concerned about my grades. Last time I checked being concerned about your grades is a good thing, but what do I know? Apparently, I shouldn't give a damn.

Since I was little, my teachers always told me I'm very anxious. Duh! Have you not had me all semester as a student? I want an A. Period. "Calma, calma," Roberto told me. As I giggled to myself recalling how another Italiano told my dad, calmo calmo... nervi nervi... only a couple years ago, I realized that I really am daddy's little girl. lol ;)

One more final, and I'll be done. Thank goodness. These classes were far more intense than I had planned for my time abroad.

Ryan printed me the Moulin Rouge night-time black and white photo he promised me from when we were in Paris! He's a sick photographer. One day, he'll be famous, and I'll have one of his earlier works!

I came home and napped... for like 3 hours... hopefully this is aiding in my recovery. Then, Daniella and I did dinner, and I shat around online as per usual form.

Only 4 more days to go. This week seems to be dragging on forEVER. I'm must be very "anxious" to get home... calma, calma... lol

Gelatto Withdrawl

Today has ended. This means I only have 5 days left in Roma. I need to get better. I'm itchin... You see... over the past semester... I have acquired a new addiction... a gelatto addiction. When I became sick LAST Sunday, I promised I would contain myself so that I can have a speedier recovery. As I began to get better, this past Sunday I woke up worse. Today, I am feeling better, but still sick... I have 3, maybe 4 gelatto places I need to visit before I can leave Roma. That means tomorrow is the last day I can be sick. Wish me luck. lol

I was pretty productive today. I went into school planning on finishing my final project for sculpture. Since I had finished earlier than expected, I decided to go back and alter some of my previous projects in hopes of a better grade.

This evening, I made a lovely dinner for myself.

Menu:
My favorite bottle of pink wine
Fresh cut of fish
Fettuccini in a four cheese sauce
Green Beans

Mmmm... if only I could get some desert... Oh gelatto... I promise we will be reunited again before I leave. Don't think I have abandoned you. I still love you with all my heart. lol <3

I also took a 3 hour nap. Hopefully, that will help fight all those bastards inside of me. :)

Oh Roma... How I'll miss you so...

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

One Week.

I woke up sicker than I've been all week. I guess I tired myself out yesterday.

In my daze and confusion of the afternoon sun, I signed onto facebook to notice a message from Karnel. "I met your babyshka. She's a very sweet lady." It was then followed by a facebook chat message that read, "heyyy." Panicked that Karnel works/ed for an ambulance company, I thought something (g-d forbid) happened. Why did you meet my babyshka? Is everything ok? Tell me she's ok... As I became flooded with emotions, tears began to stream down my face...

Turns our Karnel and his dad are fixing her bathroom. As a sigh of relied left me, I appologized for my spaz, and realized I was loosing my mind.

The rest of the day wasn't much different.

Around 6pm, only four hours after I awoke, I took a nap... only to be interupted by a call from my parents. Again, a daze of confusion made me panick. I've got to shake this cold. It's messing with my head.

Leslie
today its a roxanne sunday in the NE

Roxanne
what does that mean?

Leslie
its like cold out but rly sunny .. a beauitful day for a drive and some coffee mmmmmmm

Roxanne
:)

Later in the evening, I began to look through my blog. I've done sooo much in the past 3.5 months. The time flew by, and it almost seems like a blur. It's been one crazy ride... to be recapped later in the week. I can't wait to see everyone!

Preparing for my last critique and my last final, this week is sure to fly by too fast. Hopefully, my cold will disappear, and my knee and ankle will cooperate so that I can enjoy my Roma just a little longer. I can't believe it's almost over.

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

A Day Trip to Florence... Because I Can. lol

We began our day before the sun even came up. Danielle, Ryan, and myself met downstairs at 6am, and made our way to Termini to catch a train to Florence. None of us have been, and we felt we couldn't leave Italy without seeing David. <3

When we arrived, we bought a map, and began to navigate our way around. As we walked out of the main train station, we were greeted by the beautiful Basilica di Santa Maria Novella. From there, we began our hunt for the Accademia. That's where David lives. :)

As we walked through the streets, everything seemed oddly quiet to me. Maybe everyone was still sleeping. We grabbed a panino and continued along our way. Along the way we stopped everywhere for pictures. Ryan, armed with two cameras, was our expert. Danielle and I, also into photography, marveled at his skill.

The Accademia surprised us. No sign of Mussolini in Florence. haha... No grand entrances or road ways... just what seemed to be a quiet little door, not many people, and a little sign. Inside, we were lucky enough to see a temporary musical instrument exhibit, as well as a Robert Thorpe exhibit, along with all the permanent classics. David was by far my favorite though. He was so large and grand. I wasn't expecting him to be quite so incredible. I only feel bad that I couldn't take pictures. He really was glorious. <3

From there, we made our way to the Duomo. It really was a site to behold. This decorative church looks very different from the churches we have in Roma. The exterior was intricately creative, while the inside, though grand, was rather plain. We wanted to go to the top, but my knee and ankle are still bothering me, and the others did not want to pay the 15euro fee. And so, we continued our journey.

Apparently Florence is known for its leather, and so we stopped in many outdoor markets, as well as stores along the way. Daniella bought a belt. Ryan bought his mom a purse, and his step dad a wallet. Even I bought something... for myself... a beautiful leather bag. That's right, I'm coming back stylin. haha

Before heading towards the fake David, we stopped in for some hot chocolate to warm up. Then we had some gelatto... because well... it's just so yummy. lol

Next stop? Palazzo Vecchio to take pictures of the "fake" David. This replica was nothing to laugh at. It too was very impressive. From there, Danielle and I went into the Uffizi, while Ryan stayed back to take some more pictures. Inside the Uffizi, we got to see many great works of art including Botticelli's "Birth of Venus," some Leonardo DaVinci originals, and even some Caravaggio's. Though very exhausting, and hard on my injuries, it was well worth it. There were even some nice views once at the top. :)

After the Uffizi, we went to take pictures of, and walk on the famous Ponte Vecchio. It was covered with jewelry stores. The streets around it were all lit up for Christmas. It was beautiful. Afterwards, we sat down to have a nice dinner.

It was a really nice day. We ended up heading back quite late... so late that when we arrived the metro was closing. So, we decided to take a bus.

After taking the wrong night bus, we were forced to walk to a bus stop that we for sure knew went to our residence. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Roma at night is even more magnificent than during the day. As we walked past the Coliseum, the forum, Piazza Venezia, and other such monuments, I thought of just how much I'm going to miss having it right in my backyard. Nothing compares to My Roma. <3

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Another day in the apartment...

Someone died today... someone I do not know... someone young... who died of cancer. As I watched my friends' statuses on facebook flood my feed with R.I.P. and other such sentiments, I wondered. R.I.P... A three letter acronym... Is that all our lives come down to in the end? People are dropping like flies. Someone needs to find a cure.

I woke up late, and spent most of the day doing laundry. Then, I made a delicious dinner... for three. I convinced my roomate Emily to join me, and then Danielle called and I invited her over as well. I made fresh vegetable soup, salad, and roasted chicken with vegetables and herbs. It was really good. Everyone was pleased. :)

Tomorrow, I'm planning a day trip. I'll be sure to tell you all about it when I return.

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Bittersweet Emotions

The bittersweet emotions really took over today. It finally hit me. It's all ending. It's almost over...

I woke up early today, and was out the door in a hurry. I arrived at school for my drawing final critique just in time. We did group critiques for our final project, and then recieved our individual critiques and evalutations for the whole semester. I did pretty well... A-

Just enough time for a quick run to the deli for a panino, and it was time for my Italian final. It was long, and difficult. Still, I think I did fairly well. When I walked out of it though, it hit me. No more Cristiano. I almost got a bit teary-eyed saying good bye to him. I'm going to miss that silly man. lol... And then I realized... not only was I not going to see Cristiano... this crazy rollercoaster of a semester is ending. My time abroad is ending. I'm going home soon. More so, after everything that's happened, and everything I've seen, done, experienced, and felt, I'm really going to miss this place I called home for almost four months of my life.

It's strange what a rush of emotions I felt today. I spent most of the day reflecting. It was very emotional... and yet again, lonely. I didn't really have anyone to talk to about how I was feeling. What was it going to be like being home again? Will I ever get to see MY Roma again? I've missed everyone so much. Did they miss me? Did they even notice I was gone? Have they moved on? Will I be able to get back into the swing of things, or have to many things changed? Have I changed, or rather... have I changed too much? Will my friends really want to hear about my adventures? Will they even care? Will it all just be a blur to me?

I'm torn up inside by the thoughts flooding my mind. Will this internal monologue I've had the past three plus months finally find an outlet, or have I isolated myself even from my closest friends? Will people want to hear what's on my mind, or am I now trapped... trapped inside my own mind with my own monologue... conversing with only myself, because really, who else cares?

My final design presentation followed, and gave me a chance to get away from myself... away from my thoughts. Krizek brought in cake.

Straight from design, I made my way to the final exhibition. This is where all the art classes present all their final projects, and a semester's worth of work. Some of my scupture pieces were in it, as was a drawing of mine, and my sketch book. It was kind of exciting! The exhibit was very impressive. It was so cool to see everything come together the way it did. All semester long, we've been working so hard to prepare something, and today was the day we finally were able to show-case all the talent we had to offer.

Towards the end of the exhibit, I fell back in thought...

By the way, my cold's doing a little better. My knee and ankle though, might be re-injured. I might have to get some x-rays when I get home. I'll tough it out til then.

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

10 Days Left...

Time keeps ticking. There are only 10 days until I board a plane, and arrive back home in the wonderful US of A. It seems bittersweet. I know I'll miss it, even if I am ready to go home.

Today was my last class with Cristiano. I'll definitely miss him... silly man. lol

On the way home, I decided it's time I make my famous chicken soup. That will make me feel better! It's got to... I need to be healthy for my last week in Roma! Can you all say MAJOR FAIL?! My best recipe turned into sheer stupidity. After two hours, the soup was ready. I had a spoon... delicious. It was just what the doctor ordered... warm, homeade chicken soup. The big fopa came in when I added noodles... little, tiny noodles... little, tiny noodles that I wasn't expecting to double in size... little, tiny noodles that sucked up all my soup, and left me with a bowl of pasta. Yes folks... I was left with yet another bowl of pasta. Fantastico! Perfeto! It just figures I would do something like this. lol

Tomorrow's Thursday, December 3rd... Wish me luck!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

So much to do, and still so sick...

It's interesting how Roberto decides what he likes. The project I spent a good 9 hours OUTSIDE of class working on gets a B- and does not make it into the show. The project I created today... that took about 9 minutes gets requested. "Where's your concrete project? I want it in the show." Whatever you say Roberto. If only I had known... I would've spent 10 minutes on all my projects. Who knows maybe my grade will benefit as well? :)

In Italian, we discovered Christiano is a radio disc jockey for RAI, and was also in a movie. Our professore is a celebrity! How cool is that?! We've also decided to start our own little fan club... probably on facebook. haha

In Design, we prepped for our final next week, and discussed our class presentations that will be due on Thursday. It seems like it just might be do-able.

When I came home, I wasted a shit-ton of time. Then, I worked on my Valentino presentation for Design. In between I made dinner. Small, rice like pasta in a four cheese sauce, green beans, peppers, and tuna... not too shabby. :)

Time for some rest... Hopefully, I'll feel better in the morning. I've got to get in some quality time with my gelatto before I leave Italy! None til I get better though... :(

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Everyone is sick and I felt left out, so blah...

My cold is official. I guess hearing about everyone back home being sick, made me feel left out, so I got sick too. Now, I'm just as miserable as everyone else... except I'm over here... and you're all over there.

I slept as late as possible this morning, and then went to Italian. I actually got a lot done. I figured if I was already out and bothered, I would get some errands done. I picked up paper for my art final, bubble wrap for gifts, and money. I still need to get a metro pass for tomorrow.

I also realized I forgot someone on my Thanksgiving blog, and so I now must say that I am super thankful for my sister, Blanche. She is one of a kind. She really is the best sister anyone could ask for. She spoils me rotten, then yells at me. It's love. Love you Blance. I'm very thankful I have a sister like you.

That's all folks. This week is murder. Everything's due Thursday!
Drawing Final, Sktechbook, and Critique.
Three Sculpture Projects.
Italian Final.
Design Final Presentation.
Ugh... And it's not even final's week.... :/

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Thanksgiving Weekend in Paris

Thursday morning, bright and early, we woke up and made our way to the airport. After a short flight, less than 2 hours, we were in Pari. <3



From the airport, we decided to take the bus to the city, and from there the metro to our hostel. The metro system in Paris is beyond extensive. There had to of been at least 20 subway lines. You could take it just about anywhere. And so, we bought a three day pass, got our bearings, and made our way to the hostel.



Our hostel was called, "Oops!" That's what it was, one big oops. lol... Though rated top 10 in the world, bu who knows who, and listed as a design hostel... for its green neon walls, and tacky wall paper... it was far from the nicest accomodations. There were 5 of us, and we were suppose to be staying in a 6 person room. Instead, they put us in a moldy smelling 4 person room and threw a mattress that barely fit between 2 bunk beds. Seeing as how bunk beds and I dont mesh well, I took the mattress in-between.



From there, we made our way to the Louvre Museum. It was spectacular. The size was overwhelming, and even after spending 6 hours there, we still did not get to see it all. The french paintings were my favorite. :)



Later that evening, Amber went to have dinner with her family, and Brittney and Libby were invited along. Danesha and I went to do some night time photography. On our way, I bought a pink bourette. Not only was it so cute, it also kept me warm in the extra cold weather. We got to see Notre Dame, and then we went back to the Louvre. After all the subway stops, I had finally figured out the infamous french girl diet. It's their subway! The stairs were killing my already injured ankle and knee. From there we went to what I've been waiting for... Moulin Rouge! Though a little disappointed, because it was not quite what I had expected, it was still pretty fantastic... especially all lit up at night.



Then, Danesha and I shared Thanksgiving dinner... at a fast food place... fish filet, french fries, and a sprite... lovely. :/



Next stop, the Triumpful Arch. It was glorious. I wasn't expecting it to be quite so big! Then, we made our way to the Eiffel Tower, and caught the light show. Who knew? It sings, and dances, and changes color! I fell in love. <3



Friday morning we woke up bright and early. We ran into Nina at our hostel, and she joined us for the morning. She's such a nice girl. Our first stop was Notre Dame. It was really unique... definitely not just another church. Then, back to the Metro. You know, there's nothing like being on the metro in Paris, listening to a seedy Spanish guy singing in hebrew Hava Negilah! Oopa! lol



Moulin Rouge was our next stop. I even had a chance to stop in the store and purchase a little somethin somethin for myself. My life might just be complete... ok... not completely... but it was pretty exciting! Through the streets of Montemarte, we made our way to Socre Coure, another breathtakingly beautiful church with a view of Paris that would make anyone weak in the knees. A top the hill, musicians filled the streets. This is the Montmarte I had imagined. A guitar player and saxaphonist played my favorite jazz classic, Summertime. I would've sat and listened to them for hours.



Next stop... Eiffel Tower from the Trocadera. It was just as glorious during the day. The sheer size of it is beyond anything I had in mind. After walking with the girls to get a baguette, I had decided to split up from the group. I decided to go for a nice sit down lunch... escargoe, duck, apple tart, and a couple glasses of the best chardonay I have ever had.



After lunch, I had decided to take a boat tour of Paris. It was sooo nice. Then, I made my way up to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Wow, was it high up! You could see the entire city! It was incredible. Paris lit up at night was definitely a sight to behold. On my way down to the second level, I ran into Evan, Ryan, and Christina. Nothing like running into people you know in a foreign city. lol



After hanging out a bit, I made my way down to watch the light show one more time. :)



On my way home, I grabbed a crepe. It was sooo good! I got ham, cheese, and tomatoes... yum yum yum! On the subway ride home, a street musician was singing my favorite, "Killing Me Softly." It was just what I needed to hear. I really did love the french. They're artistic, musically talented, fashionable, and polite. I don't know why everyone says the french are rude. I thought they were far more enjoyable than the Italian. ;)



Saturday morning the girls decided they wanted a shopping day, so I decided to make my way to Versailles. It was raining, cold, wet, and miserable, but it was well worth the trip. As I lept onto the train that I was hoping was the one that goes to Versaille, I was hoping I wouldn't break my poor knee and ankle, which were really struggling in Pari.



When I arrived, I got myself a baguette with tuna, eggs, and tomatoes, and then made my way to the Palace, also known as the Chateau de Versailles. It was magnificant. It's nice to be rich, and have your own private artists, and palace, and everything! From the Chateau, I made my way into the beautiful gardens. Due to the weather, I ended up taking a mini train ride through the property. Then, I went to Marie Antoinette's house, and Petit Trianon. The Kind gave Petit Trinon to Marie as a gift. It's nice to be queen... until your beheaded. Then, it sucks. lol



From there, I made my way to the Grand Trianon Palace, and finally the Grand Canal. The property was gorgeous. I can't even imaine what it'd be like living there.



On the way back to Pari a little 4 year old tried to pick-pocket me. I caught his hand almost in my pocket. When he realized I had caught him, he simply stuck out his hand and asked me for some money. No way! Didn't get it yourself, I'm not giving you any! It's incredible how young they start them off!



After a short nap, I made my way to dinner. Foie Graie, Steak, Baked Potato, Rice, Wild Mushrooms, Carrots, and Creme Brulee. Oo la la! A delicious end to a lovely weekend!



When I woke up Sunday morning, I woke up with a soar throat, and a very obvious, where did this come from cold. I was/am miserable. We missed our bus to the airport, and had to catch a cab.



When I got back to Rome, I did a little grocery shopping, and then from 1-8pm, I was in bed... to miserable to do anything. This week is going to be torture. "Death to Dec. 3rd." That's when everything seems to be due. Hopefully, I'll survive.

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

A Thanksgiving Eve Special Edition!!!

Since in a few short hours I will leaving for the airport, I have decided to dedicate tonight's blog to one of my favorite American holidays... Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!

Everyday we take things for granted. Here in Rome, I have become quite aware of all the conveniences we have at home, and now I will be forever grateful. What I miss and am grateful for most though, is my family and friends. At a time when I am away from my loved ones, I have realized how lucky I am to have them in my life. I'd like to give a few special shout-outz at this point.

Mama and Papa - Thank you so much for everything. I am the luckiest child in the world to have parents like you. You are the coolest, smartest, kindest, funest, most understanding parents in the world. (And now you have it in writing!) Thank you so much for always supporting me, encouraging me, and challenging me to become the person I am today. Thank you also for helping me to make this trip possible. I will be forever grateful. With all it's ups and downs, it has been an experience of a lifetime. I love you. <3

Arturchek - First and foremost, you will always be my #1. I am sooo lucky to have a friend like you. I don't know what I'd do without you. Thanks for always being there for me. <3

Leslie - My shluba! I can't wait to see you! We're in desperate need of a drive! You are the best girlfriend any girl can ask for. Thanks lovey. <3

Lena - The shoutout that's waaaaayyy over due... that's why I'm not grouping you with any other individuals. ;) lol... For realz though, you have become like an older sister to me. You look out for me, and watch my back like no one else. I really appreciate you taking me under your wing. I mean really, look how stylish I've become. lol You'll be real proud when I get back. Thank you.

Diana and Luba - I had to give Lena her own, but you two have also become like big sisters to me. All three of you have taken such good care of me, and I love you all for it. Diana, from the begining I have been able to tell you things I tell no one else. We really connected over those Margaritas. lol... and Luba... swings, beach trips, tokai.. so much fun, I can't wait for more... and big shout out to POSHREVIEW.COM!!!! I'm so proud of your event!

Arkady and Yuriy - Haha deal with it. I'm grouping you boys together because I love you equally! Gossip, giggles, late night drives to china town, and ricing. haha... You guys are the best!

Maryanna and Aline - My two lil sistas. You two are the sweetest, most beautiful girls... inside and out that I have ever met. I hope you know how thankful I am to have each of you in my life.

Connie - My big bro. haha... Thanks for keeping dad busy while I've been gone. ;)

Larry T and Drew - Otherwise known as LD. You boys will always be very special to me. This past year has been a total roller coaster. Thanks for always looking out for me, taking care of me, and of coarse all the good times we've had. G-d knows we've had a lot. lol

Jack - Didn't think I'd forget, did you? Thanks for all the talks, words of advise, and just keeping me from being silly... even if you're a silly jack rabbit. lol I really appreciate it.

Alina and Syvan - Through thick and thin. Thank you.

Marina, and the whole Teplitsky/Furman Clan - Love you

Roma - You have captured a peice of my heart. <3

Love you all very much. I am very thankful for having you in my life.

Hope everyone has a safe and enjoyable Thanksgiving. Remember not to take things for granted, and say thank you for what you are thankful. Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Take 3 = Big Success! I Will Survive!

Today sucked. Sculpture, Italian, Design, and then home. Lots of BS!

We move past the day and evening though. Tonight, around 10pm, Danielle called and insisted I go to Karaoke night with them. Being a big fan of the stage, I decided I'd give going out in Rome one last shot. And so, around 11pm, a bus crowded with American's headed to an Irish Pub called Scholar's, near Piazza Venezia.

The place was packed! Student from multiple study abroad programs were all there. You couldn't move, and it was just possible to breathe. Somehow, I made it to the stage, signed up, and waited my turn.

After an extremely long wait, it was finally my turn. After hearing song after song of more or less modern stuff, I decided to bring back a classic. "I Will Survive!" I rocked the house, and had every last drunk in the house dancing and singing. haha... Who wouldn't?

On my way out, I even got a couple compliments. "Oh, you're the girl who sang really well." Another girl, who happened to be black, says, "You sang my song! I was going to sing that!" Just as I was about to appologize, she continues, "Don't appologize white girl. You did us proud." haha

Outside a man on a motercycle stopped to hit on me.

Him - Di dove sei?
Me - Sono Americana.
Him - Dove?
Me - Philadelphia.
Him - Ah... Do you have a boyfriend?
Me - No...
Him - Great. Can I get your number?
Me - No, but thank you for the compliment... at which point, he drives off. haha

So although Tuesday sucked majorly for reasons to be quickly forgotten. Once the clock struck midnight, Wednesday certainly started off with a bang!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

The Start of a Crazy Few Days...

Though I only had Italian today, the day was beyond stressful with school work. I came home around 4pm, and was working on my paper practically non stop til around midnight. It's done though! Yay for me!

I have so much to do, and sooo little time. I'm going to need all the luck I can get.

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Roma vs Bari

Our internet crashed on us last night, so I had to save yesterday's blog in a word document temporarily. Tonight, there will be another. Here it goes.

Yesterday was the big match… ok, not so big… but it was the day Temple was going to the soccer game. After some convincing and the fact that Temple organized a group, I decided to suck it up, and see what all the fuss was about.

A Roma soccer game is said to be a, “real experience.” After attending, I have to say… it definitely was. Roma fans are intense! Though we did not sit in the same section as the fanatics in Curva Sud, we did sit right next to them. We, though, were protected by 3-4 inches of bullet proof glass. :)

Throughout the whole game, fans not only cheered for the home team and boo-ed the opposing team, they also sang! They sang throughout the WHOLE game. It was the most organized chaos I have ever seen. It seemed as though every member of the audience knew every single word of every single cheer, and every single song. No one missed a beat. Smoke filled the stadium from both flares and cigarettes. The whole place also wreaked of beer. Fans screamed, and jumped, and sang their little hearts out. The Curva Sud section even stood… the entire game. My Roma, of course, won the game. <3

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella…

Up and About...

Though still in pain, I decided to suffer through it and proceed with my plans for today. Daniella and I met at around 9:45am this morning. We initally wanted to hit up the surrealism exhibit I thought I saw advertisments for, but I confused something, so we continued with our day.

We took a stroll through the Jewish Ghetto, where I was pin poined. "Tu Jewish," the old woman said to me. "Si," I replied. I've traveled all over, and usually nobody knows where I am from. Here, I was identified. Since our lunch place wasn't opened yet, we proceeded through the streets of Rome in the direction of Campo di Fiori to window shop and such.

By 12:30pm, we went to eat at Sora Margherita. I had been there with Blanche and it was delicious. This time was just as delicious! We split an order of fried artichokes. We each got fettecini with tomato and basil as our first coarse. For our second coarse, Danielle got the lamb, and I got the liver. Both were very good. We also split some red house wine.

From there, we walked past Piazza Venezia and the Capitoline Museum, down the Corso towards the Museum of Fantasy. I had been waiting to go since I got to Rome, and today was finally the day! They were doing an exhibit of Nikki Phale's work. She's known for her volumptuous women, and her bright colors. It was a lot of fun. We both really enjoyed it!

Afterwards, we walked past the Pantheon to De Palma, otherwise known as my gelato mecca. Black Passion and Passionfruit awaited me. We sat down in Piazza Navuona to enjoy the treat, and then made our way back to the residence.

After a quick four hour nap, I woke up and made myself something to eat. lol

After some quality facebook time, I sat down to watch Cinema Paradiso... one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time. Though it's an Italian film with English subtitles, it almost doesn't seem like it. It's that good. Though usually known for crying about hopeless love, as I sat and watched the movie, I found myself crying again and again about Alfredo's death. It wasn't Alfredo I was thinking about though. It was my grandfather... I really miss him... It's times like these when I wish I had my friends and family around. I know my grandfather is looking over me though. I hope he's being taken good care of... finally resting, chillen... He worked very hard his whole life. He deserves to relax, more than anyone. He was a good man... no a great man. It probably hasn't even fully hit me yet. How can it? I'm in Rome. I wouldn't have been seeing him now anyway, but I'm going to come home soon. He's not going to be there...

I guess I should just go to bed. I have a big day tomorrow...

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Determined to Recover ASAP!

Though I didn't wake up very late, I was in bed most of the day resting my injuries from the previous night. By 4pm, I decided it was time to get up. I spent some time on youtube and facebook, and then made myself dinner. I made the best mac n cheese EVER. Alright... I suppose it was a little fancy to be called mac n cheese. I sauteed some vegetables... zucchini, onions, red peppers, green beans, and broccoli, and then through it in with this tiny grained pasta and added some swiss cheese. It was soooo yummy. :)

Around 8-9pm, I went over to Danielle and Molly's to watch some tv. They were watching the end of Cinema Paradiso... one of my all time favorite movies... definitely top 5. They let me borrow it so I can watch it tomorrow. Then, we watched Top Gear til like 12:30am. lol

Tomorrow, Daniella and I have a date. Hopefully, my injuries will cooperate.

Though I'm still in a lot of pain, I'm definitely doing better than last night and even this morning and afternoon. I'm determined to recover asap! I don't have time to sit on my cute, little... ok... big and beautiful bum. Wish me luck!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

That's just my luck...

The day started out rather nicely. I met my drawing class at the Pantheon, and we proceeded to Chiesa di Santa Maria Maddelena to sketch. From there, we went back to the Pantheon, both inside and out. After a quick stop at the art supply store, we continued on to our final location, which was Piazza Colona.

From there, I went to my deli, and then to take my Italian test.

For Italian Design, we went to the Richard Meir building, also known as the Ara Pacia.

I came home, I took a nap, and then I made dinner. I think I finally came up with a great dish, from this week's ingredients. I made a pasta dish, with tiny grain pasta. Inside I mixed chicken, broccoli, zucchini, onions, and tomatoes. It was sooo good! I had made to much for myself though, and so decided to give Danielle a call to see if she would be interested... She was, and she came over instantly.

Afterwards, Danielle invited me to come out for some drinks, and though usually in Rome, I'm quite the party pooper... I decided to go out! I got dressed, put on some make-up and met Danielle and Molly downstairs around 10:30pm.

It was too good to last. Before making it to the bus stop, I slipped in some dog shit and seriously injured myself. I still don't know how serious my injuries are. At first, I couldn't get up at all. Once I did, I realized my left ankle and my right knee were in excrutiating pain. Though I decided to fight through it, this might not have been the best of ideas.

As I hobbled the rest of the way to the bus stop like a certified cripple, I couldn't help but laugh. It figures that I finally go out, and I get injured...

When we got to the bus stop, I sat down to check if I was at least somewhat in tact. The girls offered to walk me home, but I insisted that I wanted to go and get at least one drink. Vodka cures everything, right?

Getting off the bus was a struggle, and the cobble stone streets of Rome were even worse. Each step felt like pure torture. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see Campo di Fiori or an American Bar in Rome ever in my life. I just wanted to sit down.

Not even half a drink in, I couldn't take it anymore, and I jumped in a cab and went home.

That's just my luck...
So much for my day trip tomorrow. Maybe another day...

Signing off,
Ciao Bella...

XXX: Sketching a Brazilian Male Model... in the Nude!!!

With a title like that, I'm sure no one is interested in the rest of my day, so I'll just get straight to the juicy stuff. :)

Today, from 7:30-10pm, my drawing class met at a special time to sketch a live model... a Brazilian Male Model, to be specific... in the Nude. Yes, ladies and gentlemen... NUDE!

Now obviously, when I heard about this adventure a week ago, I didn't know what to think. Meanwhile, I think I've been blushing about it for a week. I've seen tons of art work of naked men and women. I've seen naked men and women in person. Still, the thought of sitting in front of one for almost three hours made me giggle like a little school girl.

Luckily, I was not the only one. Myself and my classmates met just before class in the lobby. Most of us were hesitant to go downstairs to the drawing studio. Oy...

Before finally getting up the courage to make our way down, some of us stocked up on water, snacks, and others beer and wine. lol... As we entered the room, the girl in front of me shrieked, turned around, and walked out. Oh no... "Is he already naked?" I asked. "No, he's just kinda scary looking. lol" As I took a deep breathe and walked in, I fell out of shock. He was our age, dressed, and not so scary looking... not bad looking actually.

We found our seats, set up, and listened for directions from our professor. We were to do quick sketches. Every 2-5 minutes, he would change poses, and we were suppose to focus on the exaggeration of movement, rather than detail.

Out of nowhere appeared Matteo... in the nude... Oh boy.. here comes my blush again. I bit my lip to stop the giggle from slipping out. First pose, homo erectus gave me a full frontal view. I glanced over at other classmates. They were clearly conflicted as well. As I tried to keep my lip from quivering, I began to sketch, trying to ignore his man parts completely.

One position and then the next, slowly, but surely, I began to adapt. I was very into my work. Anita, our professor walked around to see how we were doing. When she got to me, she first asked me if I had ever drawn a figure before. I responded with a simple no. I mean, I had never drawn a male or a female model... and definitely not in the nude... not even from a picture. "You're proportions are very good. You know the male body very well." hahahaha... Babylon strikes again! Apparently, I know the male body very well. lol... Won't Mommy and Daddy be proud? lol

Speaking of mom and dad... As he switched into his next pose, which was a spread-eagle in my direction, daddy called. "Sorry, dad... I'm a bit busy right now." Nothing like having a penis in your face when daddy calls. lol

After this pose, the model needed a break. This was about an hour in. We needed a break as well...

After the break, I was adjusted. This time, we spent the next hour sketching Matteo in the same pose. I had no problem starring him down at this point. I had gotten quite comfortable. At first, I was behind him. Although I did enjoy his cute little tushy, I decided the frontal view would be more interesting to draw, and so I moved my seat... front row center. :)

By the end of class, I had wanted to sketch more... Oh well...

When I spoke to mom and dad, they thoroughly enjoyed laughing at me. lol

There's always a new experience to be had. You have to make the most out of each and every one.

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Conflicting Emotions... A Dream Inside a Nightmare Inside Another Dream...

It's interesting to note that this is the first week that I am having conflicting emotions about going home. All semester long, I wanted to go home. This week, a new sensation has come upon me. I think I have finally begun to adjust to life over here. Now, before I know it, I'll be home. It's strange. I still miss my family and my friends, but I am more content that I was previously.

I was looking at pictures last night from the beginning of the semester. I have seen soooo much over here. I had an experience of a lifetime. This roller coaster of a semester was filled with its ups and downs, and often times felt like a dream... or a nightmare... or a dream inside a nightmare, inside another dream. It is unreal... surreal actually. I wonder what it will be like being home...

Today, class occupied most of my day. In sculpture, I've decided to give in to Roberto's directions, and forget about my own pleasure and creativity. It's time I focus on what he wants. It's about the grade now, not the art. After all, art is subjective, and he is the one who needs to like it... not me.

Italian was amusing as always, and I made it through design without falling asleep... generally a successful day. :)

When I came home, I had the loveliest of naps, and then I made myself dinner. Sauteed zucchini, red peppers, onions, broccoli, tomatoes, and chicken... Pretty delicious! I wanted to put it over a bed of rice, but I had none. The supermarket was closed by that time.

Tomorrow should be a rather exciting day. Stay tuned... lol

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

The Typical Monday

Today, I slept in. It was wonderful. =)

At 12pm, I woke up.
At 1pm, I went to my deli.
At 2pm, I went to Italian class.
At 3pm, I went to the grocery store.
At 6pm, I ate dinner.

In between I sketched for class, and wasted time on facebook.

It's 12am, and I'm going to bed. haha

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella... ;)

Roxanne... You don't have to put on that RED light.

There's a first time for everything. Every time I go away, I'm ready to come back to Roma. I love Roma. There's no city as great as Roma, right? WRONG! I have a new love... not in place of my Roma, but rather, in addition to my Roma. Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome, and a big round of applause for... AMSTERDAM!

Ok, ok, now... before I get ahead of myself, I should start from the beginning. :)

Weeks and weeks ago, Rebecca and I had decided that we ought to take a trip together. As our schedules and trips were not matching up, we were left with one choice, Amsterdam. What 20 year old studying abroad doesn't want to make a stop there? To add more bliss to the equation, Rebecca has family there that we were able to stay with.

Early friday morning, I made my way to the airport, and a short nap later, I was there! Rebecca, Veta, and Bert picked me up from the airport, fully stocked with sandwiches. It was great! lol Though the weather was a bit miserable, we decided to continue on with the original plans of seeing Holland.

Our first stop was the small little village of Edam. It was very cozy, and it had a very old school like charm to it. Bert gave us a very thorough tour. I was quite impressed with all his historical knowledge. We showed us the oldest building in Edam, and city hall, the leaning tower, the cathedral, and even pointed out the menorah trees. We even got to see an art exhibit. It was very nice.

From there, we were off to see how cheese is made. Holland is very big on cheese, and so are me and Rebecca. This was a match made in heaven. There's nothing like free samples of cheese! They also had these cookies that Holland is known for. They were delicious!

Once we could eat no more, we walked over to where they make clogs. Rebecca bought some for Asher! They're sooo cute! I bought myself a wooden tulip. Hollan is known for its tulips, and its wooden crafts. This seemed like the perfect souvenier.

Next, we ventured to the town of Voledam, which is on the coast. It's a bit of a beach town. While there, we found a shop where you can dress up as dutch women. Obviously, we couldn't resist. Plus, Bert told us that these get-ups would make us irrestible to all the charming dutch men, such as himself. haha... While we waited for our pictures to develop, we walked around, took pictures with random statues, and had lunch. It was really lovely.

After lunch, we made our way to a Castle. It was called Het Muiderslot. Though the castle was closed, we still had a chance to walk around the grounds and the gardens. Veta, Bert, and I began to sample the many fruits and vegetables growing there. It was quite a sight to see. We were all laughing. There was a fruits and vegetable garden on one side, and an herb garden on the other. Though most of the herbs were sage and rosemary, we did find the herb that absinthe is made out of. It had a very interesting smell to it... kind of minty. lol We also saw the Theaterbastion, which is their outdoors amphitheater area. It doesn't quite compare to Rome's Colosseum though. ;)

At this point, it was time for a nap, and so... we made our way to Veta and Bert's house. When we got there, their younger son David greeted us. David's 12. He speaks 5 languages, and is quite the little gentleman. I'm kind of in love... if only he was older... <3

After a short nap and a shower, it was time for dinner. Their older son Pavlik, and his girlfriend Meike were waiting for us at the restaurant. We ate at a Japanese/Korean restaurant. Obviously after two and a half months of Italian, Rebecca and I were quite excited for the Asian treat. It was pretty delicious. We share a bunch of appetizers, and then each had an entree. I had the tempura udon. Yumm...

Following dinner, we hopped in Pavlik's car and all made our way to his and Meike's apartment. It was just outside of Amsterdam in a very up and coming neighborhood. They have a lot of space, and it's decorated in a very modern and trendy fashion. I really liked it! We had some tea... Veta, Bert, and David left... and we were off to explore the city!

Pavlik, Meike, and their friend Tan gave us a tour of the city. First stop? Red light district. :)

Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Oh my! It was wonderful. Everything was just out in the open. There was nothing to hide, and no reason to hide. Women seduced men through their windows with their attire, gestures, and come hither stares. The red lights set the tone for people to give into their desires, and dare to do what they maybe would not normally do. Sex shops lined the streets. Erotic Museums and Marijuana Museums/Stores followed one after the other. Coffee shops were on every corner. We checked out the Green Place. Totally groovey. haha

The next morning/afternoon, we made our way to the Van Gough Museum. The line was down the street, though it moved rather quickly. Once inside, we had four floors to conquer. Slowly, but surely, we made our way through each floor. As you move through the exhibit, the art follows the time-line of Van Gough's life. It was interesting to see how his art changed as he went through different personal experiences throughout his life. I also thought it was interesting that he was completely self-taught. I guess practice and hard work really is the key.

When we got out, we decided to take a canal tour. On the way there, we saw the famous Rijks Museum, and the I AMSTERDAM sign. Once in the boat, the canal cruise took us through all of Amsterdam. You really do get a different view from there. It was really cool. As we floated through the canal, we got to see various homes, churches, and other points of interest. I've decided if I become rich one day, I'm buying a second house in Amsterdam... a boat house... near the red light district... and opening a sex shop. What do you all think? haha

After the Canal tour, we walked over to the Anne Frank house. Again, the line was longer, but it went by rather quickly. Once in the museum, we took our time reading the quotes, and the time-line set up. It was a very moving and inspiring experience. At the end of the exhibit, there is a virtual monument to Anne Frank. They ask you to leave your "leaf" on the tree to show that you have been inspired, and will try to live by the ideals Anne Frank lived by.

Pavlik picked us up after the museum, and we went to a Turkish restaurant to pick up food to bring home. After dinner, it was time for the pre-party. We got dressed, and made our way to one of Pavlik and Meike's friend's apartment. The party had already started when we arrived, but since it was a pre-party, we were just on time. Caperinja's and Mohito's all around. They were soooo good. The guy who lived there is a bartender, and a really good one at that.

From there, everyone slowly made their way to the main attraction... the 10th Year Anniversary Party for one of the hippest clubs in Amsterdam. It's called Paradiso. It's an old church that was transformed into a club, so it's very big! It had three floors to party on. It was insane. It was this crazyyy rave with a million people and deep/progressive house music... lots of cool lights too. haha... The pictures speak for themselves. We were there til 5am.

The next morning/afternoon, we woke up and had the most delicious breakfast. Meike made apple/banana pancakes. Yum, yum, yum! Then, we made our way back to the city to do some walking around and shopping. I bought a shirt that said, "Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go to Amsterdam." haha...We ended our day at the main square, where the palace is located.

Then, it was off to the airport... If only I could stay just a few more days... <3

Oh well, it's back to class tomorrow...

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Another Dawn, Another Day in Roma...

I woke up... literally at dawn to meet my drawing class down at the Capitolini Museum. Though I had already been there with Blanche, I'm not one to pass up a free ticket. Oh yeah... it was also a class requirement. ;)

Of coarse, once we got there, we were told we were not aloud to sketch. It had to do with some copyright issues. We WERE allowed to take pictures though. I know what you're thinking. It makes no sense. It made no sense to us either, but to the Italians, black is white. lol

It was interesting going in the museum with someone who knows the art, and could explain us the stories behind it. Though I enjoyed it the first time, I enjoyed it just as much this time. I got to see it in a different light. We saw the Medusa, the Romulus and Remus statue, the big foot and hand, the horseman... lol... Clearly, I picked up a ton! We saw some Caravaggio paintings, as well as the whole painting gallery, and sculpture gallery. It was nice.

After drawing, I made my way back towards school with everyone. Obviously, I stopped at my deli for lunch. ;)

When I got to school, I signed up for the soccer game on the 22nd. Yep, you heard right! I think I'm staying home next weekend. I need a weekend off from traveling. I'm exhausted! I might sneak in a day trip to Florence though. haha... You know me. I can't sit still. To much to do, and see!

After Italian, I had Design. Luca Laurenti came to speak with us. He's a graphic artist, who goes by the name Mklane. He's very talented, and very busy. He designs t-shirts, works with magazines, celebrities, music, politics... and he's only 25! He's very clearly quite successful, and really has a passion for what he does.

When I got home around 5pm, the original plan was to sleep til midnight. What really happened was a bit different. First, I made dinner...

Menu:
Fettucini with a red sauce made of sauteed tomatoes and onions, with grilled chicken. Yum!

Then, I went on facebook and random other sites...

Around 10pm-ish, Amber, Brittney, Danesha, and I went to Old Bridge to get some gelato. Chocolate and Strawberry. Yum! Yum! Yum!

When I got home, I went back online... and then packed...

It's 1am now. I have to leave for the airport around 3-3:30am. By the time I shower and get dressed, it will be that time. So much for sleep! Oh well...

Arrivaderci Ragazzi! I'll tell you all about it when I return. ;)

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

A Lovely Evening in Roma

So... I didn't make it to the art museum that I had planned to go to this morning. I ended up sleeping in. Still, I needed the sleep. So, instead of beating myself up about it... I'm just going to try and go next week. :)

After my one class today, which was Italian, I met up with Zach Green. I know Zach from Chabad back at Temple Main. He's studying in Paris, and told me he was going to be in Rome. And so, we met up and I showed him around. We had the loveliest of evenings.

We met up at Piazza del Popolo. We were both pretty hungry, so I took him to my favorite deli for a panini. Afterwards, we made our way down Via del Corso towards Piazza Venezia. It closed just as we got there, so we didn't have a chance to go to the top. Still, it is still a pretty glorious site to behold.

From there, we made went to Piazza di Ignazio. That's where the church with the false dome is. Then, we went to the Pantheon and San Luigi de Francesi, which holds a Cravaggio painting. Then, we made our way to what Zach called the Mecca of Gelato. I took him to De Palma. They have 100 flavors... including my two favorite; black passion and passion fruit. I know. I know. I have an obsession. The first step though is admitting you have a problem. The second is telling you all to deal with it. haha

From there, we continued on to Piazza Navuona. After walking around and looking at the art being displayed by the many vendors, we decided to just chill there a bit and listen to the street musicians. It was nice. Rome is so magical at night. Mi amo Roma. :)

Our next stop was the Spanish Steps. I took him through Via Condotti, passed the oldest cafe in Roma. Once we got there, we got to see an exhibit going on. This week marks 20 years since the fall of the Berlin Wall. In honor of this, Rome had an art exhibit, documentary, and pho Berlin Wall up by the Spanish Steps. It was very cool.

At this point, we were very hungry so we headed down to Piazza Barberini for dinner. I had oysters as an appetizer, and then fettucini with porcini mushrooms for my meal. Zach also had pasta, but with bolognase sauce. We also split some wine. It was pretty delicious. :)

After dinner, we went for a stroll through the Villa Borghese Park, and I showed him some really nice views of the city. Then, we made our way back to Piazza del Popolo where we went our separate ways.

It was a really lovely evening. I sometimes forget how wonderful Rome is until I experience it again. Then, I fall in love all over again. Mi amo Roma. Roma e magnifico! Roma e bellissimo! Roma e perfeto!

Amber's bringing me back some Mafia goods to end this fantastic night. :)

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Back to the swing of things...

I woke up this morning tired, but ready to start my day. The first half of sculpture was a bit of a struggle. Roberto was doing various different demonstrations, and I was trying to stay awake. :)

Once I began my project, it just seemed to flow. We have to create a book. Yep, that's the project. We can use any material, and the project is very vague. As of right now, I'm compiling various different objects and making a book I'm gonna call, Made in Italy. I'm kind of liking it. :)

After sculpture, I went to take my Italian test, printed my paper, and then went back for Italian class. It was kind of cool to see everyone formulating full on conversations. It's amazing how far we've all come!

My last class was design. I've decided to give it another go, and try to get into it more... if only for the end of the semester. We got our midterm paper back today. I got an A! I was so excited! Finally, grades I'm used to! Nothing like a paper to put me back into the swing of things. :)

When I got home, I did the dishes and made some dinner. Fettucini Alfredo with grilled chicken with a side of marinated artichokes. Dee-liscious!

Then, I took a 3 hour nap. It was wonderful. It was JUST what I needed. :)

When I woke up, it was already 10pm, so I went on facebook to waste some time, and did some homework.

I'm going to try to go to this one art gallery tomorrow before class. It's called the Museum of Fantasy, or something of the sort. Every time I walked by, it looked so cool. It didn't open until November though. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll finally get to see it!

Then, I'm meeting up with Zach, a friend from Temple back home. He's studying in Paris, and is currently in Rome. We're meeting up after class. I'll probably take him for some gelato. haha

Shout out to the Silly Jack Rabbit! Remember kids, tricks are for kids. haha

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

A Visit to Larry O... In London

Friday morning, I made my way to Ciampino airport in Roma and took a 3hr flight to London's Stanstead Airport. I jumped on an easybus, and met Larry O at Baker Street. From there, we took a double-decker bus to Larry's place near the famous King's Cross Station.

After dropping off my things, we took the tube to Picadilly Circus... or as I renamed it... ever-so lovingly... Pick-a-dildo Circus. :)

From there, we went to China Town. Yes... London, unlike Roma, has a Chine Town. Two Points London! As I enjoyed the comfort of a Chinese buffet, I was surprised that I was eating American Chinese food, rather than actual Chinese food.

After lunch, Larry gave me a walking tour of some of London's famous sites. We saw Leicester Square, Trafalfer Square, Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey and Cathedral, and even Larry's old flat near Queen Victoria. Then we made a quick stop at Starbucks. Mmm... Starbucks. Two more points for London. :)

Once back at Larry's, we watched the greatest movie EVER! CLUE! I fell in love. It was hysterical! Then, we watched some nature show about fish. Being a mud skipper sucks. I think I'd like to be a hippo instead. :)

Later that evening, we went to a bar on Lexington. After the bar, we went to THE BEST KABOB! Though this is actually the name of the restaurant, it actually was the best kabob! It was absolutely delicious! Two more points London.

We concluded the night watching the Gram Norton Show... also hysterical!

Saturday morning we woke up late, and went to have brunch at a pub in Soho. I had the traditional fish and chips, along with some Cidar. It was soooo good! Some homeless man selling the "Big Issue" asked me for money so he can buy drugs and alcohol. lol... Guess you gotta appreciate the honesty. :)

After brunch, we met up with Amanda and Robin to watch the Australia/England Rugby Game at the Sports Bar. We were cheering for Australia. Larry was cheering for England. Australia won. Haha :-P

When the game ended, Larry and I went for a stroll down Paul Maul passed St. James Park and Palace. We also saw the Clarance House where the Princes live. And finally, we saw Green Park, the Victoria Monument, and the ever-so-grand Buckingham Palace. The Queen was even home!

Before our show, we stopped in at another pub for another drink. Boy! Do they drink a lot in London! Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, In between, Before, and After!

Then, the time had come! WICKED! WICKED! WICKED! It was absolutely positively fantastical! The Wicked Witch kicked ass! She was brilliant! Her performance gave the audience chills, and brought many, if not most of us to tears. You go girl! Defy Gravity!

After the show, we stopped in for yet another drink at a pub, and a late night Kebab before bed!

Sunday we woke up late again, and had breakfast/lunch at Pret. I had this yummy duck wrap. It was pretty good. Then from the Angel station, I headed to the London Bridge. Once there, I walked passed the frightful London Bridge Experience, walked along the London Bridge itself, and saw the Tower of London, and the Tower Bridge. Then, I saw Southwark and St. Paul's Cathedrals. I walked passed the Clink Prison Museum, and then managed to get the last tour available for Shakespeare's World Famous, Globe Theater. I really enjoyed it! I even bought some pins!

On the way back to Larry's I also saw Sir Francis Drake's Golden Hinde. Now, they use it to do pirate tours, mainly for school students. Arrrg!

When I got back, we watched a bit of Dazed and Confused, and then made dinner. Larry's flat mates were all cooking around the same time, so we got to try some yummy stuff! Jane made Ox Tail Stew! It was probably one of the yummiest, homiest things I've had while abroad. I was quite impressed.

Around 1:30-2am, I headed off to the airport. My flight was at 6am, which meant I had to be at the airport by 4am... and I had to take two buses to get there. Guess I didn't think this one through very well.

I arrived in Roma around 10am Monday morning. By the time I got through passport controls, and traffic via bus, I had no time to go home. And so, I headed straight to school from Termini station.

Surprise surprise! My first stop was my favorite alimentari to get my turkey and brie sandwich. Five points for Roma! lol

Since I had to meet with Christiano early, he let me stay for the 1pm class. By 2:30pm, I was back at Cipro. I made my way to the supermarket, and then came home to do some laundry. Laundry took forever!!! I was only done around 6-6:30pm! Around 7pm, I made myself dinner.

Menu:
Pasta with 4 cheese sauce, zucchini, carrots, tomatoes, garlic, and chicken.

I was pleased. I also had some champagne. :)

London was lovely, but it's still no Roma. ;)

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Sunrise, Sunset... R.I.P.

Friday morning we met our teacher at Termini to depart for Milan. A four hour train ride later, we had arrived. We headed straight for Castigloni's Design Studio.

Not even 20 minutes in, my phone had started frantically ringing. Papa was calling, and so I texted mom. "Tell dad to stop calling. I'm in class. Is everything ok?" At that moment, my heart dropped. I knew it wasn't good. "Call dad. Important." That's all I got.

I called papa only to discover that my dyedushka, my mom's dad, had died. There I stood... in this world famous design studio... hysterically crying... not knowing what to do...

"Quietly, gather your things, and fly home." Those were my orders.

I walked over to my teacher, told her the news, and began to walk out the door. I didn't know what to do. My first instinct was to go back to Rome and orient myself. I was in Milan... and my grandfather had just died. What's going on? I was at a loss of words, thoughts, everything. What do I do?

As my teacher walked me to the subway stop, my mind went blank. I was in shock. I couldn't process the information I was just told.

Eventually, we realized that I should go look up flights at the hotel before going anywhere, and so we did. I was lost, confused, and alone. As I searched through what seemed like millions of websites, half of which were in Italian, I began to panic. Luckily, Blanche called to tell me she was taking care of it. I love you Blanche. Thank you for getting me home.

Since the flight we found was for the next morning, I continued on with class. I was already missing more than half of a mandatory class trip, I didn't want to flunk. We went to the Design Continuum. That's where the Reebok Pump and the Swiffer was invented. It was very interested. It also helped to get my mind off things... if only for a minute.

After, we went to Dilmos and then for Apperitivo.

As the rest of the girls went out, I stayed in the hotel room to write something to say at the funeral. If only I were home, I thought to myself...

The next morning, I jumped in an obscenely expensive taxi, and made my way to the airport. 9-10 hours, and a million security stops later, I was home. Papa picked me up from the airport. It was so bitter-sweet. I was sooooo excited to see him. Still, I would've rather not seen anyone on these terms...

The whole way home, I was bombarded by calls and texts from concerned friends. My friends are solid gold, every single one of them. I really appreciate everything everyone has done. Thank you.

Leslie was already waiting for me at babushka's with mama, blana, and baba. Again, the bitter-sweet emotion was that much more overwhelming. Apparently, everyone is under the impression that I am half a person. I don't think so, but ok. Arthur stopped by too. Later in the evening, Leslie snuck me out to say hi to some people. Once again... this bittersweet emotion... Happy Halloween Everyone!

Sunday morning was the funeral. I was so touched by the multitude of people who came to pay their respects. The hall was packed. Friends of mine filled a row in support. Arthur, Leslie, Maryanna, Arkady, Alina, and Syvan showed up. I can't tell you how much that means to me.

My speech was praised, and by the time we got to the restaurant, many had left. Still, we had 78 people attend. My grandfather was a great man, and many people loved and respected him. He will always be in our hearts. For the first time in his life, he will finally be able to get some rest and relaxation. R.I.P

Late at night, I snuck out again. Lena called and told me to come by Larry's. Though hesitant at first, I took up her invitation and was dropped off. It was so nice to see them. My groove was still in my couch! I even dozed off a bit, til Jack got home. We chatted a bit, and then Lena took me home. Before I got inside, we had a little heart to heart in the car. Again... the bittersweet emotion... my friends are the best.

Monday was tough. All the fuss was over. It was just us. Mom, Blanche, and I sat at grandma's. I snuck out to pick up pills and say hi to Ura, and Blanche bought herself and myself some shoes. Connie stopped by also. Later that night, I stopped by Michaelangelo's to meet up with Arthur, Arkady, and Aline. Otherwise known as Triple A. haha (Sorry, I had to!) Then, we stopped by Dunkin Donuts where Lena was waiting for us. Nothing like homework and AMERICAN coffee to get your mind off things. Jack stopped by too. Oh.. F.Y.I to all the F.O.B's... make sure you look around for local celebrity girlfriends before you start talking ish. haha

Tuesday was another long day. Most of it was spent at babushka's. Around 4:30, I went downstairs to look at pictures, and all of a sudden it hit me. He's not coming back... Eventually, I made it upstairs and cried in Mama's arms like a little girl. What were we gonna do without my dyedushka? Of coarse, a little bit later TMobile shit down as well. It seemed like the world was coming to an end.

Around 6:30, mama dropped me off at Diana's and the girls took me for sushi. Diana, Luba, Lena, and I went to Mt. Fuji. It was exactly what I wanted. Once again... the bitter-sweet taste... It felt so nice to be together again. Still, I was in a fog.

After dinner, I went to say bye to mama and then straight to babushka's to relieve Blana. It was my night to sleepover. Arthur and Maryanna stopped by, and Arkady tried. Papa came by around midnight. I was beat and half asleep.

Wednesday morning I might have lost my mind. I felt dyedushka's presence. The day we were all leaving babushka for the day, he made sure to show up. I could've sworn he put his arm on my back to comfort me. It was almost creepy. Even beyond the grave, he is still taking care of us and making sure everything is done.

Papa picked me up and we went home to finish some things. He brought home famous for lunch. It was so delicious! And then, before I could blink... it was time to head back home... back home to Rome... Rome Home...

Seven hours in the sky and I was back. I came home. I finished a paper. I went to class. I failed a test. I fell asleep in class. I went on a field trip, and went back home. I'm exhausted. I'm in such a daze. It seemed almost as if I never left. Secretly, I'm still waiting to wake up from this nightmare... from this whole semester. There are too many drastic ups and downs. It can't be real. It seems surreal...

In the morning, I fly to London to see Larry O... I wanted to cancel my trip. My parents insisted I didn't. They say Grandpa wouldn't want me to. I'm suppose to go on as normal. Out of respect to my parents, I'm going. For my grandfather, I'll smile and try to go on. I miss him terribly... My heart hurts, and once again I'm all alone. It hasn't even been a week...

Today would have been my grandparents 54th Wedding Anniversary. Happy Anniversary.

Rest in Peace Dyedushka. I love you.
March 3, 1930 - October 30, 2009

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You... <3

Last I left you all, I had just finished my paper for design, and taken a trip to the mafia bakery. My next task was to complete seven more, out of ten, sketches for my drawing class. You'll be happy to know that I did, in fact, finish them. What I didn't do is sleep! I had finished around 6:30am, and decided half an hour of sleep would probably through me off more than no sleep at all.

My drawing class met bright and early at Piazza Navuona. Piazza Navuona is one of my favorite places in Roma, and I was glad to go. Beautiful sculptures by Bernini line the piazza, as well as many artists selling their work, and even making art on-site. There are also plenty of places to sit down and have a bite to eat. Today's task would be different though. We were moving through various locations, spending about half an hour at each site. Though people are not my strong point, I figured I'd start sketching one of Bernini's muscular men. After all, practice makes perfect. Right?

It was not such a great sketch. Luckily, I had already impressed my teacher with my "over break" work. I too was quite pleased with it actually. It might even be time for a new sketchbook!

Our next stop, was Piazza Pasquino, where our teacher pointed out the talking fountain. Romans put political complaints under it... hence the name. Today, it was being restored for the first time in over 30 years!

Next stop... Chiesa di San Ivo alla Sapienza. This beautiful church catches you off guard when you walk through the plain doors and into a glorious courtyard with a view of the church. The architecture is beautiful, and very unique. Looking down at my sketches, my teacher decided I should be an architect. haha Yeah right?! I guess mom and dyedushka's engineering genes are popping through somewhere. lol

Afterwards, we stopped by St. Luidi di Francesa where we saw some original Caravaggio paintings... including the famous, Calling of St. Mathew. It was pretty neat. Then, we saw some more Caravaggio paintings at San Augustine's... of coarse with sketching in between.

I missed this! Fall break separated us from Rome, and I missed finding all these hidden treasures. Roma is magical in that way. You never know what you'll find along your stroll.

After a quick stop at the alimentari, otherwise known as my favorite deli, I went to school, printed my paper, finished my Italian homework, and went to class. I nearly fell asleep in Cristiano's class. I felt so bad, but I was so exhausted. I had no clue how I was going to get through design!

For the first time ever, a miracle occurred! Our design teacher let us out early... not just early, but really early! Class was only 40 minutes long. She briefed us for Milan and let us go! It was incredible! And so... I had time to go check out a Chinese place near my apartment. You know it's going to be good when you walk into a Chinese restaurant and it's blaring SPANISH MUSIC! lol

It was pretty bad... luckily, I don't have to go again! Plus, I discovered a whole new area just near my apartment! I plan on exploring it when I get back from the weekend! There's so much more to discover! I'm so excited! There's a whole new world just around the corner from me that I have yet to check out. :)

When I got home, Amber had told me about an art exhibit somewhere between Barberini and Piazza di Spagna. I wasn't sure at first what it was, or who it was, but I was interested. You know, it's just a typical Thursday evening in Roma going to fabulous art exhibits with fabulous people. lol

When we arrived, I realized I was even familiar with both the work and the artist. His name is Alexander Calder, and the exhibit was being held at the famous Gagosian Gallery. Calder is a sculptor known for his mobiles. This innovation made him famous in the modern art world. He was born in good old Pennsylvania, and I had previously seen his work at our very own Philadelphia Museum of Art. It was quite glamorous being around all the intellectuals and art lovers and critics alike. There were people of all ages and backgrounds. It was a very international experience.

On the way home, I got some gelato and love was back in my heart. Gelato makes everything better. I had almost forgotten where I was for a second! Hello! I'm in Roma! My Roma! And I had fallen in love with my Roma all over again...

In the morning, I leave for Milan for a class trip! Happy Halloween Everyone!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Really? For Me? Could It Be?

Today started off pretty miserable. I was woken up by obnoxiously loud construction next door! Once up, I realized I not only received my monthly gift from mother nature, but I was aching all over... no stomach ache though! Yay! Maybe my African/Venetian parasite has flown away...

With my pounding headache getting only worse, I ran out the door... with no regard as to what time it was, or wasn't.

I arrived at my deli, and for the the third day in a row ordered my sandwich dry. I could see that the lady behind the counter was almost concerned, seeing as I've been ordering the same sandwich for two months now. Still, I wasn't quite sure about how I was feeling.

When I arrived at school, I ate my sandwich and went into the computer lab. Of coarse, all the computers were taken. I figured I would sit out in the lounge til class started, until I realized what time it was. I still had an hour and a half til class started! That's new. I had nothing to do, and I had unintentionally come to school over 2 hours early! Weird...

And so... I took a trip to the cartiliera to get a small notebook for my trip this weekend. Afterwards, I decided I would be daring, and for the first time in a week, I had... a cup of coffee! lol It was delicious, and better still... I survived!

Italian class was not much different than usual. We laughed throughout class at the silly sentences we were making, and Cristiano cried about how we "used" to love him. Le persone in tutto il mondo, la giunzione porge. Cominciare un treno di amore. "People all over the world, join hands. Start a love train." I keep trying to explain to him that before we were trying to get him to like us. Now, we've realized he will hate us either way, so we've stopped trying. :P

After class, of coarse, I wasted a ton of time on the Internet. Nothing like YouTube and Facebook to distract you for as long as you like. I had also taken some Tylenol. My headache went away and I suddenly realized, maybe I wasn't feeling better. Figures... lol It's funny that this is funny to me now. Two months ago, I would be freaking out that I was dying or something silly of that nature. I remember freshman year calling Arthur about my black elbows. I checked out WebMD and of course... the first 200 options are Cancer and/or other fatal diseases of the sort. I was convinced I was dying! My elbows were black! He insisted I use lotion 3x a day for 3 days and then call him. He said I have dry elbows, just like him. Apparently my bfffffer knows me better than I know me. Always and Forever! He was right! I wasn't dying, and now I laugh every time I think about that story. And now... almost 3 years later... I have just come back from Africa and no sweat. I don't think I'm dying. I just think it will pass... hopefully soon! lol

Somewhere in the middle of it all, I made dinner. Pasta with some cheese sprinkled on top, and two artichokes. Deeelicious! I think I might be obsessed with artichokes... Is that a bad thing?

Oh yeah... so... um... I sort of had this issue... While I was procrastinating, I wasn't procrastinating without purpose. What I was procrastinating was writing my paper... that is due tomorrow... and my 10 sketches... that I was suppose to do over break... In Tunisia... (yeah right)... also due tomorrow. I'm very good at procrastination. I'm even procrastinating by writing this blog. ;)

It's 2am now. I just took a trip to the Mafia bakery for a chocolate fix, and finished my paper! It's pretty impressive too! You all should be very proud!

I also got a little surprise just after finishing my paper... My very first fan letter! Really? For me? Could it be? I'm getting fan mail? lol... Well... if you can call it that... I think I will though! Shout out to Terri from IE Shaffer! I loved your email, and it made my day! I guess I'm not talking to myself!

(Though in all fairness... Rabbi read my blog and told me I wasn't talking to myself moments after that blog was posted. lol... Shout out to the Kantor Family! Mazel Tov on the new addition!)

I have 3 sketches done, and 7 more to go... Wish me luck! Only 6 hours til class!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

A Super Long Day...

The day started at around 7:30am. I was in class by 8:30am. After being the only person in sculpture to not present and have their midterm critique, it was finally my turn. It's always nice when teachers grade you based on how much they like the work vs. grading it based on any skill or effort you put into a project.

Italian was Design weren't too different from any other day.

When I got home, I made dinner and then rested a bit. I'm still not feeling well. I either have an African parasite or a Venetian bug. It's still debatable.

Around 8:30pm, Amber, Brittney, and I headed back to school for the round table discussion night. We had the opportunity to meet some "real" Italians. I suppose this is opposed to all the fake ones we meet in our daily transactions in shops and on the street. We expressed what we thought about Italians, and they expressed their thoughts about Americans. It was all quite scripted, and would have been much more beneficial at the beginning of the semester. Still, there were some cute guys there. That always makes me smile. ;)

It's just past 12:30am right now. After a 17 hour day, I'm exhausted! Buona Notte!

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Lost in thought... Am I talking to myself?

Though I had some disturbing dreams last night, I woke up oddly fresh. I woke up an hour before my alarm, and was ready to start my day. I only have my Italian class on Mondays, so I took my time getting ready. I showered, I went online, and I made my way to the metro.

It was an odd feeling being back in Rome. It wasn't quite home, but after being on break for 10 days, it did feel like a home away from home. I walked down the familiar street, no longer as an outsider.

The day was warm. I walked out in a t-shirt and jeans.... first time in a while. It was nice. The sun was out, and that too was greatly contributing to my good mood. When I got off the metro, I even had a chance to buy the boots I had been wanting to buy... half price of what I originally had planned! On my way to school, I couldn't wait to stop at my deli. I missed it last week. The lady behind the counter welcomed me back, and we exchanged a few words... only a few seeing as she speaks only Italian, and I can only say so much in Italian. lol

It was nice to see everyone back at school, though my feeling of distance from everyone remains. Somehow even though I am friendly with everyone, it is clear to me that I have no friends here. It's very lonely. I do not really feel connected to anyone, and I miss my friends back home.

Speaking of back home, I've started to wonder what it will be like when I get back. Have I been away so long that it won't be the same? People move on. People change. People forget. Have they forgotten about me? I too have changed. I'm not the same person I was when I got here. My experiences have influenced who I've become. In seven weeks, will my friends welcome me with open arms? Will it be like good old times that I miss so much, or will I be stuck once again all by myself, isolated from the crowd? Maybe I can bribe them with gifts. lol

After class, I made my way home, by myself as always. Though I ran into some classmates, I knew that's all I was to them. When we got off the bus, they went their way, and I went mine.

I stopped at the GS (grocery store) on the way home. What to cook tonight? Nothing like cooking for one...

On the way home, a few merchants said hello. They didn't do that before. They recognize me now. It's amazing how much we take for granted. At home, I put my groceries in the car and drive them home. Here, I walk them home. On the other hand, if I don't think about what I'm going to eat at home, there's probably some food in the fridge I can eat. I don't have that luxury here.

As I ponder all these thoughts, I wonder if it's just me searching for some attention, some contact with others? What would I do without this blog? It's too expensive to call everyone and tell them what's going on. Is anyone out there reading this? Am I talking to myself?

Signing Off,
Ciao Bella...

Venice = VEryNICE haha

After getting maybe an hour of sleep, and not knowing whether the bus strike in Roma would stop my travels, Danesha and I set off for Venice.

To our surprise, we not only made it to Termini, the main train station in Roma, but we were able to purchase tickets, and board a Eurostar to Venice. The trip was 4 hours long! Luckily, I slept through most of it!

When we arrived in Venice, it was cold and raining. Still, we could sense that we were somewhere special. Apparently the strike was not just in Roma. It affected all of Italy! Both the water buses and the regular buses weren’t running until 4:30pm! And so, we decided to grab lunch… which also ended up being our dinner on the famous Grand Canal! Though the weather was miserable, it was still rather nice.

When we finally got to our bed and breakfast on the outskirts of Venice, we were exhausted! I mean… we had just been in Africa for a week, I had gotten sick, and oh yeah… an hour of sleep just doesn’t cut it… even for me! Though very far from anything, it was nice. We had our own room and bathroom. Considering we had booked the night before, we were quite pleased.
When we awoke around 7:30pm, we could see weren’t going anywhere. It was dark. We were still tired, and we had no idea if the buses were even running. And so… our first day was a bit of a bust.

We awoke the next morning fresh and ready to start our day! We were greeted with breakfast, and then made our way back to the main part of Venice. After reaching the main area, we bought 24hr passes for the water buses, which are Venice’s main form of transportation. These passes took us everywhere… including our next stop, the hostel we were staying at Saturday night. We got off at the San Marcuola stop, and began to search for Residence Maddalena. When we finally found it, there was a note on the door… “Danesha Weever, I will be back at 12:00.”

And so, we decided not to waste any time, and began to walk around. Quite shortly after we decided to sit down and have a cappuccino, and look at our map. Since we had some time to kill, we decided we would try and make our way to the Jewish Ghetto, and possibly see the museum. Not thinking clearly, I had forgotten it was Shabbos! Sure enough… the museum, synagogues, and everything else was closed. Still, it was nice to see the Ghetto Vecchio, and see that Venice has a thriving Jewish community.

Sure enough, when we made our way back to the Residence Maddalena, there was another note… “Danesha Weever, I will be back at 1pm.” This time, we decided to wait it out not to miss her again. Around 1pm, we were greeted by Clara, a very eccentric Italian woman who I fell in love with. She greeted us with open arms and took us through some back alleys to show us where we would be staying. The hostel was quite nice. There was only one other mystery girl in our room, as well as two other rooms, a living room, and a bathroom to share for all of the above. It was tidy, and included breakfast!

After putting our stuff down, we practically ran out the door! We had no time to waste if we were going to get everywhere we wanted to go. Next stop? Murano Island! This is the island famous for the Murano Glass. We took a water bus all the way down the Grand Canal! It took a little bit of time, but the ride was beautiful, and the sun even came out! I fell in love with our bus/boat driver… Apparently, all the good looking men are hiding in Venice! He was sooo good looking! Molto Bello!
When we arrived on the island, we headed straight for the glass museum. Though not quite large, there was much to see. Unfortunately, we could not take pictures! Fortunately, the stores we were in that followed did! It was so cool to see what one can do with glass… everything from chandeliers to little animal figurines. I even bought Blanche a tiny lady bug for her new apartment!

Since the glass blowing place was already closed, our next stop was San Marco’s Basilica. Mi amore, my love, was on our water bus again. As he recognized me he said Ciao. We were in such a rush though… on my way out, I said, “Ciao Bello,” and smiled. He smiled, and we went our separate ways. I guess better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Haha Anyway, back to reality… San Marco is the most famous church in all of Venice, and for good reason. It is stunning! Ok… maybe there’s more to it. Unfortunately, the doors closed right in front of our faces and all we could see was the beautiful facade. It was still well worth it though. The basilica is covered with cold and mosaics that would impress even the most unimpressionable person. We also saw the bell tower, and San Maria. As we had a chance to walk around the grand piazza and look at things we can’t afford, I wanted to buy everything for my mama… let’s just pretend I did, shall we? It was so beautiful… the masks, the jewelry, the glass… just breath-taking!

On the way back to our general neighborhood, we jumped on the wrong water bus and went all the way to the Venice Lido stop, which is the Venice Beach stop. Then we went all the way back up the Grand Canal… watching the sunset… passing all Venice has to offer along the way. Around the Rialto Bridge, Venice’s most famous bridge, we jumped off to take a gondola ride. Our gondola driver explained to us that the Rialto Bridge was once the center of commerce, and the highest point in Venice. He also took us past Marco Polo AND Casanova’s house. We also got to see the grand opera house! It was quite a perfect spot we picked to jump off one boat and into another. Lol
On our way back, we strolled through some more shops, and enjoyed the sights. The masks in Venice are amazing. Each one is a work of art. Eventually, we made our way to dinner, and then back to the hostel. There we met our third “girl…” I put girl in quotes because Libby was my mom’s age… and though mom turns 29 every year, Libby doesn’t. lol She was very nice though, and we became friends. :)

In the morning we woke up at what we thought was 8am… SURPRISE! It was Daylights Saving. We only realized it, though, when we were dressed and quite awake. And so, after Clara set us straight, we were off into town to buy our train ticket. Our train was leaving at 10:45ish… and so we had a little more time to grab breakfast and look around. At breakfast, we met some nice girls from Canada who were backpacking. They too, were headed to Rome today.

As we walked around and looked at more glass and masks, we couldn’t help but miss it. Venice was spectacular, truly a sight for everyone to see. Still… Roma awaits… and although Venice maybe special, a piece of my heart will always be in Roma. <3

And so, we jumped on our Eurostar, and made the 4 hour trek back to Roma…

Signing off,
Ciao Bella…