It's officially been one month...
I was contemplating what to write about today, and then it hit me. I have been here for a whole month. I began to think of all the emotions I have felt, all the life lessons I have learned, all the wonderful things I have seen, and all the things that I have experienced. I thought it would be appropriate to track back. And so... I went through all my blogs, and began to read.
I was amazed at all the things I had seen and experienced in such a short period of time. I also had a chance to reflect upon the roller coaster of emotions I had gone through... I looked back on them differently. Both the good times and the bad were necessary, and I truly feel like a stronger person because of them. I was forced to learn lessons in a short period of time, that takes others years, even a life-time, to learn.
Here are some of the places I've been...
Umbrio:
Todi
Titignano
Lazio:
Tuscania
Santa Marinella
Sicily:
Palermo
Monreale
Mondello
And of coarse... my love... Roma...
Look how much I have seen of Roma! I am quite proud. :)
Piazza degli Eroi
Pratti
Flaminio
Piazza del Popolo
Piazza di Spagna
Fontana di Trevi
Vittorio Emanule
Piazza Barberini
Colloseo
Villa Borghese
Villa di Medici
Pantheon
Piazza di Ignazio
Foro Imperiale
Foro Italico
Pocchio Verde
Quartierre Coppede
Piazza Mincio
Piazza di Republicca
Trestevere
Cambo di Fiori
San Giovani
The WHOLE Aueralian Wall
Appian Way
Pyramidi
Porta Tiburtina
Porta Latina
Corelia
Porta Salaria
Piazza Bologna
La Parco della Musica
Auditorium
Piazza Venezia
Vittoriano
Musei Vaticani
San Pietro Basilica
Via del Corso
Piazza Risorgimento
It's been quite an adventure, and I'm really enjoying the ride...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"No, non triste. Sono Americana." No, I'm not sad. I'm American. haha
Sculpture class in the morning, and then Italian.
In Italian class we were being asked questions and answering them, having a dialogue in Italian. We were all so proud.. until... Christiano asks me, "Sei triste?" I assume... remembering that sei tedesko was, are you german, that he's probably asking if im from some weird country I don't know how to say in Italian. SO... I say. "No, non triste. Sono Americana." Christiano starts cracking up, and I'm just looking at him in a daze of confusion. "Roxanne, I asked if you are sad. You said, 'No, I'm not sad. I'm American." Obviously, the whole class, including myself start hysterically laughing. I was practically in tears. Why would I be sad? I'm American. lol
My design class was next. I choose not to comment.
After class, I headed to the alimentari to pick up some sauce for my pasta. Of coarse, 4:40pm... it was STILL closed for siesta. Go figure! Not wanting to head back and forth, I decided I would see what was in the fridge. One tomatoe, an onion, garlic, basil, and olive oil... perfeto! I mixed up my scraps and created a red sauce for my parpadella pasta, sprinkled on some parmesan, cracked open a bottle of wine, and enjoyed with Daniella.
Afterwards, we headed over to the Trevi fountain to have some gelato. I know what you're going to say... how many times can a person go to the Trevi fountain? To answer your question, an unlimited amount of times if you have the ability to. And so... regular Tuesday night in Roma... gelato at the Trevi fountain. It was beautiful. :)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
In Italian class we were being asked questions and answering them, having a dialogue in Italian. We were all so proud.. until... Christiano asks me, "Sei triste?" I assume... remembering that sei tedesko was, are you german, that he's probably asking if im from some weird country I don't know how to say in Italian. SO... I say. "No, non triste. Sono Americana." Christiano starts cracking up, and I'm just looking at him in a daze of confusion. "Roxanne, I asked if you are sad. You said, 'No, I'm not sad. I'm American." Obviously, the whole class, including myself start hysterically laughing. I was practically in tears. Why would I be sad? I'm American. lol
My design class was next. I choose not to comment.
After class, I headed to the alimentari to pick up some sauce for my pasta. Of coarse, 4:40pm... it was STILL closed for siesta. Go figure! Not wanting to head back and forth, I decided I would see what was in the fridge. One tomatoe, an onion, garlic, basil, and olive oil... perfeto! I mixed up my scraps and created a red sauce for my parpadella pasta, sprinkled on some parmesan, cracked open a bottle of wine, and enjoyed with Daniella.
Afterwards, we headed over to the Trevi fountain to have some gelato. I know what you're going to say... how many times can a person go to the Trevi fountain? To answer your question, an unlimited amount of times if you have the ability to. And so... regular Tuesday night in Roma... gelato at the Trevi fountain. It was beautiful. :)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Monday, September 28, 2009
Apparently tonight, we all start with a clean slate. :)
After much struggle and failure on Rosh Hashanah, I am proud to announce that I finally made it to the synagogue for Yom Kippur. There was still much struggle, and of coarse not eating all day made it that much more difficult, but we made it!
After the boys were done with class, we RAN as fast as we could to get to the metro, got off the metro, jumped on a bus, got off the bus, and RAN towards the synagogue. It was glorious. We went to the "Great" Synagogue in the Jewish Ghetto. As we passed through intense security and walked into the gates of the synagogue, I began to tear up, overwhelmed by the synagogue, the mass amounts of people... my people, and a feeling of FINALLY making it. Though I myself was not allowed inside due to my genitalia, we made it just in time to see the Torah coming around and hear the shofar sound, signaling the end of the fast.
Afterwards, I stayed with Sam and Marti to enjoy the breaking of the fast at a nice Kosher restaurant in the Jewish Ghetto. It was delicious. :)
When I got back to the residence, I ran into roommate Amber. Amber was with her friend Alex who is visiting. The girls were waiting for some other girls, and invited me along. They were headed to the infamous "Mafia" bakery. Though the Mafia does not really own it... well we're not sure haha... it's only open at night and they sell fresh, warm deliciousness for real cheap! There is no sign or anything, but it is close to the residence... though it is on a bit of a shady street. Still... you can't beat six warm, fresh chocolate, garlic, and pizza thingies for only 1euro. Yes! Six for 1Euro! I will definitely come back again... plus I'm in love with the man inside. He's just so damn adorable, and he wears these ballerific slippers. haha
Hope everyone had an easy fast. Shana Tova!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
After the boys were done with class, we RAN as fast as we could to get to the metro, got off the metro, jumped on a bus, got off the bus, and RAN towards the synagogue. It was glorious. We went to the "Great" Synagogue in the Jewish Ghetto. As we passed through intense security and walked into the gates of the synagogue, I began to tear up, overwhelmed by the synagogue, the mass amounts of people... my people, and a feeling of FINALLY making it. Though I myself was not allowed inside due to my genitalia, we made it just in time to see the Torah coming around and hear the shofar sound, signaling the end of the fast.
Afterwards, I stayed with Sam and Marti to enjoy the breaking of the fast at a nice Kosher restaurant in the Jewish Ghetto. It was delicious. :)
When I got back to the residence, I ran into roommate Amber. Amber was with her friend Alex who is visiting. The girls were waiting for some other girls, and invited me along. They were headed to the infamous "Mafia" bakery. Though the Mafia does not really own it... well we're not sure haha... it's only open at night and they sell fresh, warm deliciousness for real cheap! There is no sign or anything, but it is close to the residence... though it is on a bit of a shady street. Still... you can't beat six warm, fresh chocolate, garlic, and pizza thingies for only 1euro. Yes! Six for 1Euro! I will definitely come back again... plus I'm in love with the man inside. He's just so damn adorable, and he wears these ballerific slippers. haha
Hope everyone had an easy fast. Shana Tova!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Sunday, September 27, 2009
A Weekend in Sicilia...
The adventure began friday at 5am. That's when I awoke...
By 5:20am, I was out the door and heading for the airport. In order to make the trip as affordable... ok as cheap as possible... I took two metros and a train to get there with my roommate and another fellow classmate. Amber escorted me as far as she could, and I greatly appreciated it. Once she left me, I was on my own.
I arrived in Sicily, in the Palermo airport, a whole hour later. haha Before I could turn my MP3 player on, I was already being told to turn it back off for landing. After waiting for the many delayed flights and mechanical difficulties to end, Blanche arrived... FOUR hours later!
It didn't matter though. We were together, and we were in Sicily! We jumped on the bus to the city of Palermo and made our way to the hotel. LUCKILY, it started to rain just as we got off the bus and began our walk to the hotel. :D
Our hotel was baller. Can you say Posh Review? haha It was the Hilton Excelsior... way out of my league. Lucky for me, it's not out of Blanche's. :)
After dropping off our stuff and taking a quick shower, we decided not to waste any time. And so, we began to explore the streets of Palermo. We walked down the main streets and through the piazzas. We even stopped for some cafe. There's nothing like exploring new cities with Blanche though. Before I knew it we were walking around some shady neighborhood... next to a prison. Good going big sister!
Blanche definitely made up for it with with the rest of the evening though. We began at the local wine bar. It was called Giufa. It was very classy, very sophisticated, very POSH! As if the hotel and wine bar wasn't baller enough, the restaurant we went to after SCREAMED Posh Review! I was thinking about my Luba Love the WHOLE time! It was called the Bellotero. It was absolutely incredible! We started out with insalata di mare as our anti-pasto. Then, I moved on to an orgasm in my mouth, otherwise known as heaven on earth... ok, ok, ok... it was Sea Urchin soup with prawn and other deliciousness. I was knocked unconscious from sheer pleasure and cannot recall the exact name. Meanwhile, Blanche had truffle tortellini... yes you heard right... truffle tortellini. For our entree we split the grilled fish. Though this may sound blande, let me elaborate. This dish consisted of grilled tuna and swordfish, grilled squid and shrimp. It also had a side of potatoes. It was magnificant. Unfortunately, I was already pretty full so I could not enjoy it quite the same. For desert, we shared some cookies with french vanilla gelato and a strawberry mouse. Mmmm... On the way home, we passed Giufa, which was packed and decided we would head over the following evening. :)
The next morning we woke up ready to see Palermo. Again we explored the main streets and back alleys. We saw the grand theater, and the piazzas, and even the famous market. Then, we hopped on a bus and went to the neighboring city of Monreale. The bus stopped in the center of town in Piazza V. Emanuele. In this piazza stood a grand church, Santa Maria la Nuova. Inside, it is covered in mosaic. It is simply remarkable! And of coarse, for the 3rd time this week, I climbed to the top of the duomo to see the spectacular view... but this time with sister, Blanche.
That evening, we made our way back to Giufa. Well... lets just say, I promised my sister... what happens in Sicily stays in Sicily...
The following morning, I was in desperate need of a beach, and so we made our way to the neighboring city of Mondello. The water was a clear blue green, and the mountainous background was simply breathtaking. Lunch was just as spectacular. We had octopus, raw oysters, and a plate of sea urchin served in the shell... amazing! And, of coarse, after lunch, we had gelato. It was a must! Blanche's weekend wouldn't be complete.
We then headed back to the hotel so I could shower and pack, before I had to leave for the airport. When I finally arrived back to Roma, it truly felt like I was home. That first trip really did make Rome feel like a home away from home.
By 5:20am, I was out the door and heading for the airport. In order to make the trip as affordable... ok as cheap as possible... I took two metros and a train to get there with my roommate and another fellow classmate. Amber escorted me as far as she could, and I greatly appreciated it. Once she left me, I was on my own.
I arrived in Sicily, in the Palermo airport, a whole hour later. haha Before I could turn my MP3 player on, I was already being told to turn it back off for landing. After waiting for the many delayed flights and mechanical difficulties to end, Blanche arrived... FOUR hours later!
It didn't matter though. We were together, and we were in Sicily! We jumped on the bus to the city of Palermo and made our way to the hotel. LUCKILY, it started to rain just as we got off the bus and began our walk to the hotel. :D
Our hotel was baller. Can you say Posh Review? haha It was the Hilton Excelsior... way out of my league. Lucky for me, it's not out of Blanche's. :)
After dropping off our stuff and taking a quick shower, we decided not to waste any time. And so, we began to explore the streets of Palermo. We walked down the main streets and through the piazzas. We even stopped for some cafe. There's nothing like exploring new cities with Blanche though. Before I knew it we were walking around some shady neighborhood... next to a prison. Good going big sister!
Blanche definitely made up for it with with the rest of the evening though. We began at the local wine bar. It was called Giufa. It was very classy, very sophisticated, very POSH! As if the hotel and wine bar wasn't baller enough, the restaurant we went to after SCREAMED Posh Review! I was thinking about my Luba Love the WHOLE time! It was called the Bellotero. It was absolutely incredible! We started out with insalata di mare as our anti-pasto. Then, I moved on to an orgasm in my mouth, otherwise known as heaven on earth... ok, ok, ok... it was Sea Urchin soup with prawn and other deliciousness. I was knocked unconscious from sheer pleasure and cannot recall the exact name. Meanwhile, Blanche had truffle tortellini... yes you heard right... truffle tortellini. For our entree we split the grilled fish. Though this may sound blande, let me elaborate. This dish consisted of grilled tuna and swordfish, grilled squid and shrimp. It also had a side of potatoes. It was magnificant. Unfortunately, I was already pretty full so I could not enjoy it quite the same. For desert, we shared some cookies with french vanilla gelato and a strawberry mouse. Mmmm... On the way home, we passed Giufa, which was packed and decided we would head over the following evening. :)
The next morning we woke up ready to see Palermo. Again we explored the main streets and back alleys. We saw the grand theater, and the piazzas, and even the famous market. Then, we hopped on a bus and went to the neighboring city of Monreale. The bus stopped in the center of town in Piazza V. Emanuele. In this piazza stood a grand church, Santa Maria la Nuova. Inside, it is covered in mosaic. It is simply remarkable! And of coarse, for the 3rd time this week, I climbed to the top of the duomo to see the spectacular view... but this time with sister, Blanche.
That evening, we made our way back to Giufa. Well... lets just say, I promised my sister... what happens in Sicily stays in Sicily...
The following morning, I was in desperate need of a beach, and so we made our way to the neighboring city of Mondello. The water was a clear blue green, and the mountainous background was simply breathtaking. Lunch was just as spectacular. We had octopus, raw oysters, and a plate of sea urchin served in the shell... amazing! And, of coarse, after lunch, we had gelato. It was a must! Blanche's weekend wouldn't be complete.
We then headed back to the hotel so I could shower and pack, before I had to leave for the airport. When I finally arrived back to Roma, it truly felt like I was home. That first trip really did make Rome feel like a home away from home.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Even in Roma, It's Nice When Class is Canceled!
Absolutely exhausted from yesterday's activities, I couldn't be more thankful for the phone call I received at 7:09am. My teacher had called to tell me that class was canceled. Though I was sad that I wasn't going to Piazza Navuona, and of coarse that Anita was sick... I welcomed the extra sleep I was desperately in need of.
When I awoke, I went to school for Italian, and then my Inside Italian Design class. Today, our trip was to Renzo Piano's Auditorium. It's the main concert venue in Rome, and consists of three different auditoriums. It's also part of the Parco della Musica. While taking out tour, we even got to hear a band rehearsing. Unfortunately/fortunately, they were playing American music. haha
After class, I came home to make dinner for me and my roommate. Then, later we went for gelatto... always a good way to spend both time and money. ;)
Later, I decided it was time our kitchen got a good scrubbing. Then, I packed for my trip!
This weekend I'm going to meet my sister, Blanche, in Sicily! She's going to be touring around Italy for the next two weeks, and so we're spending our weekends together. I'm very excited to see her! Unfortunately... I have to be up at 5am, and its midnight now. I still have to shower, and her flight is delayed. Just my luck... haha
Oh well, let's make the best of this!
Since I'm going away for the weekend, I won't be writing every night.
I'll take notes, and lots of pictures! Til Sunday...
Buon Weekend!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
When I awoke, I went to school for Italian, and then my Inside Italian Design class. Today, our trip was to Renzo Piano's Auditorium. It's the main concert venue in Rome, and consists of three different auditoriums. It's also part of the Parco della Musica. While taking out tour, we even got to hear a band rehearsing. Unfortunately/fortunately, they were playing American music. haha
After class, I came home to make dinner for me and my roommate. Then, later we went for gelatto... always a good way to spend both time and money. ;)
Later, I decided it was time our kitchen got a good scrubbing. Then, I packed for my trip!
This weekend I'm going to meet my sister, Blanche, in Sicily! She's going to be touring around Italy for the next two weeks, and so we're spending our weekends together. I'm very excited to see her! Unfortunately... I have to be up at 5am, and its midnight now. I still have to shower, and her flight is delayed. Just my luck... haha
Oh well, let's make the best of this!
Since I'm going away for the weekend, I won't be writing every night.
I'll take notes, and lots of pictures! Til Sunday...
Buon Weekend!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
"Roma e bella... Roma e magnifico... Roma e perfeto..."
A ten minute walk. Yep... the Vatican is a ten minute walk from my apartment, and so I decided enough waiting for people. It was time to go. I had class today only from 2-3pm, giving me plenty of time to use my morning for something productive.
Make like an Italian and cut the line, and so I did. By 8:45am, I was in line for the Vatican museum. By 9am, I was in. :)
I made it through in record time. Though this has its pros and cons, I had been to the Vatican before, and only spent time on art work that "spoke" to me. Sistina Capella was just as glorious this time around, if not more. I stood right under the famous scene of touching fingers, and thought, "Wow! How cool is this?!" I even made it to the Pinotecca, which is a separate gallery within the Vatican museum filled with religious works of art.
When I was done with the Vatican Museum, I still had time so I made my way over to San Pietro's Square and Basilica. Sistina Capella is one story,but this is simply remarkable. The building in all its glory is really under appreciated. I even got to see the Pope speak!
After making it through, I decided to make the journey to the top of the capella. This is no laughing matter. They tell you it is 321 steps. False! It's much more, and most of it is small, narrow, spiral steps. In many instances, I felt as though if I weighed just one pound more, I might not fit. It's a perfect time to be claustrophobic...
Step after step I kept thinking, what possessed me to not buy water? Clearly, I was a bit of a moron. Step after step I kept thinking, what if I die right here in this spot? How would someone even get to me? Step after step, I looked at the SOS call button and thought, why am I not pressing this?
When I finally got to the top, I forgot all about my dehydration and exhaustion. The sight was spectacular. I heard a woman cry, "Roma e bella..." and I thought to myself, "Roma e molto bella." It was definitely worth the near death experience.
After taking a million pictures and trying to take in all I could, I realized that I was still molto dehydrated and still felt like I was going to die... and oh wait, I still have to make it down.
Luckily, half way down there was a water fountain, a bar, a gift shop, and a place to sit and chill for a moment... Remembering I still had class, I decided to keep going. :)
When I got to the bottom, I walked around an outdoor market in Pratti, which is where I live, and also the neighborhood surrounding the Vatican. I found the Italian version of the evil eye, and decided to treat myself. I bought a Murano glass bracelet, with Italian evil eyes... sort of. Then, I hopped on a bus and made my way to school. I even had time to grab a sandwich at our deli. I ordered completely in Italian!
I felt so accomplished! I couldn't wait to tell Christiano about everything. When I arrived and told him, he bashfully told me that he himself had not yet climbed to the top of the capella. A Roman! This had made me feel that much more accomplished!
Class was a great time. We discussed the ire verbs, which included festiggire, to party. It's an inside joke. We also taught Christiano the difference between Party and Partaaay, as well as how to "raise the roof." haha
After class, you would think I would go home and nap. I had a long day. No, not me! It was only 3pm. I had the whole evening ahead of me. And so, I made my way to Piazza del Popolo with the intent of sketching a piazza for my sketchbook drawing class. It wasn't moving me though. So, I began to make my way down Via Del Corso... Roma's equivalent of 5th Avenue. Maybe I would find a piazza further down.
I found a Piazza all right. I walked all the way to Piazza Venezia! This is a very far walk. Most people would take two metros to get there, or at least some strange bus. When I got there, I was blown away. Vittorino is simply magnifico! The great white steps with its grand statues is truely a sight to behold, and so in the spirit of the day, I began to climb all the way up these grand steps.
When I had made it to the top, you'd think I would be satisfied. Most people were. They stopped at the Cafeteria... which in Italy is apparently mainly just alcohol... and enjoyed the view. You could see San Pietro, the Coloseum was close by, the Roman Forum, and many other famous sights. I wanted to continue. I walked through the museo, which was in Italian, but I understood that it had to do with the Risorgimento, and then decided to buy a ticket and go all the way.
I took an elevator to the top of Vittorino. Once again, I had found myself on top of the world. How can one be expected to be bothered with class and homework when the world is our classroom and there is so much right at our fingertips! I felt like a bird. "Roma e bella... Roma e magnifico... Roma e perfeto..." I found myself thinking this all in Italian. The English translation would simply not do. It was breath-taking.
I took my time up there, and really just sat and enjoyed the view. It was spectacular. Don't worry, I took a million pictures.
*** PS - I put 200 of the 300 pictures I took up on facebook today, instead of waiting for Sunday. I'm splitting this week up into two parts... maybe three... we'll see how much I see.***
When I had finally made peace with leaving, remembering I can still come back... and will, I began my descent. Though I could have taken numerous ways home or at least to Piazza del Popolo, I decided to walk. I felt like I was on a cloud floating above Roma.
On the way back, a painting caught my eye and I stopped in a gallery to check out the exhibit. It was the Ottaviani exhibit. He's a sculpter, but it was his paintings that I found appealing.
Before going home, I even stopped at the supermarket. When I got home, I made made dinner. The menu was as follows; chicken, mashed potatoes, and spinach with tomatoe and onion salad in a homeade balsamic vinigrette. Yummm...
And now... just after 11:30pm, I begin my school work for tomorrow. :)
What a fantastic day...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Make like an Italian and cut the line, and so I did. By 8:45am, I was in line for the Vatican museum. By 9am, I was in. :)
I made it through in record time. Though this has its pros and cons, I had been to the Vatican before, and only spent time on art work that "spoke" to me. Sistina Capella was just as glorious this time around, if not more. I stood right under the famous scene of touching fingers, and thought, "Wow! How cool is this?!" I even made it to the Pinotecca, which is a separate gallery within the Vatican museum filled with religious works of art.
When I was done with the Vatican Museum, I still had time so I made my way over to San Pietro's Square and Basilica. Sistina Capella is one story,but this is simply remarkable. The building in all its glory is really under appreciated. I even got to see the Pope speak!
After making it through, I decided to make the journey to the top of the capella. This is no laughing matter. They tell you it is 321 steps. False! It's much more, and most of it is small, narrow, spiral steps. In many instances, I felt as though if I weighed just one pound more, I might not fit. It's a perfect time to be claustrophobic...
Step after step I kept thinking, what possessed me to not buy water? Clearly, I was a bit of a moron. Step after step I kept thinking, what if I die right here in this spot? How would someone even get to me? Step after step, I looked at the SOS call button and thought, why am I not pressing this?
When I finally got to the top, I forgot all about my dehydration and exhaustion. The sight was spectacular. I heard a woman cry, "Roma e bella..." and I thought to myself, "Roma e molto bella." It was definitely worth the near death experience.
After taking a million pictures and trying to take in all I could, I realized that I was still molto dehydrated and still felt like I was going to die... and oh wait, I still have to make it down.
Luckily, half way down there was a water fountain, a bar, a gift shop, and a place to sit and chill for a moment... Remembering I still had class, I decided to keep going. :)
When I got to the bottom, I walked around an outdoor market in Pratti, which is where I live, and also the neighborhood surrounding the Vatican. I found the Italian version of the evil eye, and decided to treat myself. I bought a Murano glass bracelet, with Italian evil eyes... sort of. Then, I hopped on a bus and made my way to school. I even had time to grab a sandwich at our deli. I ordered completely in Italian!
I felt so accomplished! I couldn't wait to tell Christiano about everything. When I arrived and told him, he bashfully told me that he himself had not yet climbed to the top of the capella. A Roman! This had made me feel that much more accomplished!
Class was a great time. We discussed the ire verbs, which included festiggire, to party. It's an inside joke. We also taught Christiano the difference between Party and Partaaay, as well as how to "raise the roof." haha
After class, you would think I would go home and nap. I had a long day. No, not me! It was only 3pm. I had the whole evening ahead of me. And so, I made my way to Piazza del Popolo with the intent of sketching a piazza for my sketchbook drawing class. It wasn't moving me though. So, I began to make my way down Via Del Corso... Roma's equivalent of 5th Avenue. Maybe I would find a piazza further down.
I found a Piazza all right. I walked all the way to Piazza Venezia! This is a very far walk. Most people would take two metros to get there, or at least some strange bus. When I got there, I was blown away. Vittorino is simply magnifico! The great white steps with its grand statues is truely a sight to behold, and so in the spirit of the day, I began to climb all the way up these grand steps.
When I had made it to the top, you'd think I would be satisfied. Most people were. They stopped at the Cafeteria... which in Italy is apparently mainly just alcohol... and enjoyed the view. You could see San Pietro, the Coloseum was close by, the Roman Forum, and many other famous sights. I wanted to continue. I walked through the museo, which was in Italian, but I understood that it had to do with the Risorgimento, and then decided to buy a ticket and go all the way.
I took an elevator to the top of Vittorino. Once again, I had found myself on top of the world. How can one be expected to be bothered with class and homework when the world is our classroom and there is so much right at our fingertips! I felt like a bird. "Roma e bella... Roma e magnifico... Roma e perfeto..." I found myself thinking this all in Italian. The English translation would simply not do. It was breath-taking.
I took my time up there, and really just sat and enjoyed the view. It was spectacular. Don't worry, I took a million pictures.
*** PS - I put 200 of the 300 pictures I took up on facebook today, instead of waiting for Sunday. I'm splitting this week up into two parts... maybe three... we'll see how much I see.***
When I had finally made peace with leaving, remembering I can still come back... and will, I began my descent. Though I could have taken numerous ways home or at least to Piazza del Popolo, I decided to walk. I felt like I was on a cloud floating above Roma.
On the way back, a painting caught my eye and I stopped in a gallery to check out the exhibit. It was the Ottaviani exhibit. He's a sculpter, but it was his paintings that I found appealing.
Before going home, I even stopped at the supermarket. When I got home, I made made dinner. The menu was as follows; chicken, mashed potatoes, and spinach with tomatoe and onion salad in a homeade balsamic vinigrette. Yummm...
And now... just after 11:30pm, I begin my school work for tomorrow. :)
What a fantastic day...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Back Home...
It's always wonderful to hear from back home. It's even better when it's good news!
I want to send out all my love and best regards to Aunt Leslie today, and new mom and dad, Marina and Eric. Mazel Tov! May she grow up to be be as beautiful as all of you. ;)
It's interesting to see how things progress back home. It's almost as if I've stepped outside of the bubble, and I'm watching from outside... but not quite. I'm still emotionally invested, but I get an outside perspective on things. It's interesting...
It's also incredible how up-to-date I am kept on what's going on back home. Thank you to everyone keeping me in the loop. Glad to know you're still thinking of me, and still confide in me... even over 4,000 miles away.
I really enjoy the facebook messages and chats... even when they freeze... and the occasional skype... even when it freezes... and especially the texts and phone calls. It really makes me feel loved, and really makes me appreciate you all that much more. Thanks for making the effort.
My seeeeeee-ster, Blanche, is coming this weekend! I'm super excited! We're going to Sicily!
Sending all my love... xoxo
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
I want to send out all my love and best regards to Aunt Leslie today, and new mom and dad, Marina and Eric. Mazel Tov! May she grow up to be be as beautiful as all of you. ;)
It's interesting to see how things progress back home. It's almost as if I've stepped outside of the bubble, and I'm watching from outside... but not quite. I'm still emotionally invested, but I get an outside perspective on things. It's interesting...
It's also incredible how up-to-date I am kept on what's going on back home. Thank you to everyone keeping me in the loop. Glad to know you're still thinking of me, and still confide in me... even over 4,000 miles away.
I really enjoy the facebook messages and chats... even when they freeze... and the occasional skype... even when it freezes... and especially the texts and phone calls. It really makes me feel loved, and really makes me appreciate you all that much more. Thanks for making the effort.
My seeeeeee-ster, Blanche, is coming this weekend! I'm super excited! We're going to Sicily!
Sending all my love... xoxo
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Monday, September 21, 2009
Stronger than Yesterday
Yes. I'm quoting Brittney Spears...
They say that it is the hard times that really test who a person is, and make them who they become.
Throughout my time in Roma, I have experienced highs and lows. No day has gone without a low though. Still, as every situation passes me by, I pick myself back up again and hope for the best. I look for the silver lining. At worst, I decide, "Tomorrow is a new day."
"Tomorrow is a new day" has become my sort of slogan here, because it seems that every day I find myself uttering those words. How many times can a person be knocked down and still get back up? It isn't even about Roma anymore. It's just my life. Everything I attempt to do, goes wrong. Who jinxed me? In the words of my dear friend Leslie, "May you die a slow painful death due to gonnarhea and clamidhea."
Today, I got a hello passed on to me from someone back home. They met my dad, though not for the first time, and said, "Roxanne is a very strong woman." I knew exactly what the person was referring to, but he specifically made it vague... After all, he was talking to my dad. ;)
As I thought about that statement, I thought... I am strong. I deal with a lot of shit, and I DO keep going. I get back up. Even when I physically get knocked down in the middle of a Roman street, and I'm all by myself, and no one even asks in Italian if I'm ok... I get up. I dust the dirt off, and I march on. What else can I do? I have to keep going, and so... I do.
And so, as each day brings more unpleasant experiences... along with all the wonderful sights I see... I have to remember... in the words of Brittney... "Now, I'm stronger than yesterday."
... On a lighter note, I finally got my Jew fix of lox and... get this... PHILADELPHIA cream cheese with tomato and onion, and I nearly jizzed in my pants. (Everyone catch that reference? haha) It was fastastico! E buonissismo! E Perfeto!
We also had a wine tasting at school. They taught us all about different types of wine, how to understand them, how to mix them with food, and of coarse how to drink them. Nothing like going to school and having your professors get you buzzed. PS - There's a professor that everyone keeps saying looks like Johnny Depth and today I gave in. He really does look like Johnny Depth.
So in the words of the Italians, "Cin Cin," and remember, "Stronger than yesterday!"
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
They say that it is the hard times that really test who a person is, and make them who they become.
Throughout my time in Roma, I have experienced highs and lows. No day has gone without a low though. Still, as every situation passes me by, I pick myself back up again and hope for the best. I look for the silver lining. At worst, I decide, "Tomorrow is a new day."
"Tomorrow is a new day" has become my sort of slogan here, because it seems that every day I find myself uttering those words. How many times can a person be knocked down and still get back up? It isn't even about Roma anymore. It's just my life. Everything I attempt to do, goes wrong. Who jinxed me? In the words of my dear friend Leslie, "May you die a slow painful death due to gonnarhea and clamidhea."
Today, I got a hello passed on to me from someone back home. They met my dad, though not for the first time, and said, "Roxanne is a very strong woman." I knew exactly what the person was referring to, but he specifically made it vague... After all, he was talking to my dad. ;)
As I thought about that statement, I thought... I am strong. I deal with a lot of shit, and I DO keep going. I get back up. Even when I physically get knocked down in the middle of a Roman street, and I'm all by myself, and no one even asks in Italian if I'm ok... I get up. I dust the dirt off, and I march on. What else can I do? I have to keep going, and so... I do.
And so, as each day brings more unpleasant experiences... along with all the wonderful sights I see... I have to remember... in the words of Brittney... "Now, I'm stronger than yesterday."
... On a lighter note, I finally got my Jew fix of lox and... get this... PHILADELPHIA cream cheese with tomato and onion, and I nearly jizzed in my pants. (Everyone catch that reference? haha) It was fastastico! E buonissismo! E Perfeto!
We also had a wine tasting at school. They taught us all about different types of wine, how to understand them, how to mix them with food, and of coarse how to drink them. Nothing like going to school and having your professors get you buzzed. PS - There's a professor that everyone keeps saying looks like Johnny Depth and today I gave in. He really does look like Johnny Depth.
So in the words of the Italians, "Cin Cin," and remember, "Stronger than yesterday!"
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Life Lessons
1. Do not rely on other people. Take care of yourself, and always be prepared.
2. Sometimes, people say things that are true at the wrong time. Pay attention. Put it in the back of your head, and process it later. Don't just throw it out though.
3. Mashed potatoes and a nap is always a good idea.
4. Chinese food in Rome is not so good, but it is a good time if shared with the right person.
5. Often times, just talking to a friend is exactly what you need.
6. You cannot go to the Trevi fountain enough times!
7. My balcony is awesome... That's all. lol
8. No matter how many times you get knocked off that horse, you have to get up and keep going.
9. A glass of wine with dinner always makes it an occasion.
10. Gelatto is still fantastic and always will be.
2. Sometimes, people say things that are true at the wrong time. Pay attention. Put it in the back of your head, and process it later. Don't just throw it out though.
3. Mashed potatoes and a nap is always a good idea.
4. Chinese food in Rome is not so good, but it is a good time if shared with the right person.
5. Often times, just talking to a friend is exactly what you need.
6. You cannot go to the Trevi fountain enough times!
7. My balcony is awesome... That's all. lol
8. No matter how many times you get knocked off that horse, you have to get up and keep going.
9. A glass of wine with dinner always makes it an occasion.
10. Gelatto is still fantastic and always will be.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Turning Italian...
Today I was told I'm turning into an Italian. haha
Let me explain...
Breakfast - Pizza
Lunch - Gelatto
Dinner - Pasta
For those who don't know, this is a typical Italian day. haha
The day began, of coarse, with some frustration and confusion as to what to do. Eventually, I decided to go along with Amber and Brittney on their adventure. Danesha also joined us. The plan was to find some bargain shopping... not so easy in Italy.
We jumped on the metro, and then took a bus for about half an hour to really... who knows where... The stop was called Pioggio Verde. It was pretty abandoned. Though they were building stuff, it was basically high ways, and abandoned warehouses, and trash. After walking through this neighborhood a while, we found our mall! Sure enough, we didn't find much in the mall. haha
And so, after about an hour of excursion, we decided to head to our favorite Vittorio Emanule and go to the oldest gelatto place in all of Europe... again! lol After the deliciousness, we went to our next bargain stop in the same neighborhood. This is considered the "Ethnic" neighborhood of Italy, and so cheap deals are on every corner. We found this place called MAS. It was pretty awesome. 10 Euro boots! I will definitely be going back!
Afterwards, we came home and I took a quick nap before dinner. E buonisimo! It's delicious! It really was... Mmmm. After dinner, we headed over to the Trevi fountain to hang out... because well... we can! haha
On the subway back, some Americans mistaked us for Italian girls. They hit on us, and as the Italian bad ass chiks do, we walked right by without paying any attention... To which they responded, "They must be Italian. That's so hot!" lol
The metro was filled with a bunch of, what we believed to be Dutch, senior citizens having a good old time. At 10:30pm, as we were heading home to bed, they were just heading out! They were having such a great time. G-d bless them! I hope I can be them one day!
When we got home, I stopped by the guys room for a quick chat about tomorrow.
Now, at 12:40am, I'm in the process of doing laundry... in the bath tub.
Yup... in the bath tub... Wish me luck!
Buona Notte!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Let me explain...
Breakfast - Pizza
Lunch - Gelatto
Dinner - Pasta
For those who don't know, this is a typical Italian day. haha
The day began, of coarse, with some frustration and confusion as to what to do. Eventually, I decided to go along with Amber and Brittney on their adventure. Danesha also joined us. The plan was to find some bargain shopping... not so easy in Italy.
We jumped on the metro, and then took a bus for about half an hour to really... who knows where... The stop was called Pioggio Verde. It was pretty abandoned. Though they were building stuff, it was basically high ways, and abandoned warehouses, and trash. After walking through this neighborhood a while, we found our mall! Sure enough, we didn't find much in the mall. haha
And so, after about an hour of excursion, we decided to head to our favorite Vittorio Emanule and go to the oldest gelatto place in all of Europe... again! lol After the deliciousness, we went to our next bargain stop in the same neighborhood. This is considered the "Ethnic" neighborhood of Italy, and so cheap deals are on every corner. We found this place called MAS. It was pretty awesome. 10 Euro boots! I will definitely be going back!
Afterwards, we came home and I took a quick nap before dinner. E buonisimo! It's delicious! It really was... Mmmm. After dinner, we headed over to the Trevi fountain to hang out... because well... we can! haha
On the subway back, some Americans mistaked us for Italian girls. They hit on us, and as the Italian bad ass chiks do, we walked right by without paying any attention... To which they responded, "They must be Italian. That's so hot!" lol
The metro was filled with a bunch of, what we believed to be Dutch, senior citizens having a good old time. At 10:30pm, as we were heading home to bed, they were just heading out! They were having such a great time. G-d bless them! I hope I can be them one day!
When we got home, I stopped by the guys room for a quick chat about tomorrow.
Now, at 12:40am, I'm in the process of doing laundry... in the bath tub.
Yup... in the bath tub... Wish me luck!
Buona Notte!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Shana Tova Amici!!!
Let me just preface by saying... It's Rosh Hashanah. It's a little past 2am. I'm about a bottle in. There's a 90's dance party going on in my head... phones... headphones... and Backstreet Boys, N'Sync, Britteny Spears, Ace of Base, La Bouche, Culture Beat, Scatman, Haddaway, Acqua, and many others are all in attendance. Fucking FANTASTIC!!!
"When I woke up late in the morning light and the day had just begun, I opened up and eyes and thought... oh what a morning. It's not a day for working... It's a day for catching tan, and lyin on the beach and having fun..." UNFORTUNATELY... bed seemed to be a better option, and so I let the guys go on without me.
When I woke up later... I decided to be a total bum and do nothing. haha Eventually, one of the guys called me back, and we headed to school... on our day off. On the way, this was around 6-7pm, we decided to have a celebratory Rosh Hashanah Panino.
As we ate our panino, I expressed my recent heartache and homesickness. So then, Ilya reminded me of the three stages we were suppose to experience.
Stage 1 - The Honeymoon Period: How cool is this? I'm in Italy!
Stage 2 - Homesickness: F*$K this. I hate this. I want to go home.
Stage 3: Acceptance and inevitably becoming comfortable and situated.
And so, in honor of the new year, I decided I would force myself into stage 3 now! I'm here. May as well make the best of this already. No reason to wait. After all, "It's a beautiful life! Oooooo"
After our panini and my new found positive attitude, me and my fellow Jew friend eventually made it to school only to discover that on fridays they close at 10pm, rather than 12am. OK... game on! "I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world." And my sculpture project reflects that... ok not really. lol But, I did learn how to make real caffe, the equivalent of our espresso, using those Italian thing-a-ma-bobbers. =)
Anyway, back to my project... I finished what I had sketched. Pictures to come. "Imagination, life is your creation." ;) Still, needs something though. I was quite proud of myself! It's "larger than life." haha
"Hit me baby one more time!" Another shot of espresso... I think I had 4-5. Deeelicious!
"What is love?" Gelatto is love, and that's what had on the way home. "Ya ya ya coco jambo!" It was that good! Vorrei uno Cioccolatto, fragole, e limone gelatto. I'd like a chocolate, strawberry, and lemon gelatto. Mmmmm....
When I got home, I decided I wasn't quite ready for the night to end. I mean it is Rosh Hashanah, right? You gotta bring in the new year right. ;)
And so... I pulled out a bottle of wine, I tuned into facebook and youtube and continued my night.
Shana Tova Everyone! Le'chaim!
May this year be filled with good health, wealth, love, happiness, and success!
May it be as sweet and delicious as my gelatto! "Sweet dreams are made of this!"
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
"When I woke up late in the morning light and the day had just begun, I opened up and eyes and thought... oh what a morning. It's not a day for working... It's a day for catching tan, and lyin on the beach and having fun..." UNFORTUNATELY... bed seemed to be a better option, and so I let the guys go on without me.
When I woke up later... I decided to be a total bum and do nothing. haha Eventually, one of the guys called me back, and we headed to school... on our day off. On the way, this was around 6-7pm, we decided to have a celebratory Rosh Hashanah Panino.
As we ate our panino, I expressed my recent heartache and homesickness. So then, Ilya reminded me of the three stages we were suppose to experience.
Stage 1 - The Honeymoon Period: How cool is this? I'm in Italy!
Stage 2 - Homesickness: F*$K this. I hate this. I want to go home.
Stage 3: Acceptance and inevitably becoming comfortable and situated.
And so, in honor of the new year, I decided I would force myself into stage 3 now! I'm here. May as well make the best of this already. No reason to wait. After all, "It's a beautiful life! Oooooo"
After our panini and my new found positive attitude, me and my fellow Jew friend eventually made it to school only to discover that on fridays they close at 10pm, rather than 12am. OK... game on! "I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world." And my sculpture project reflects that... ok not really. lol But, I did learn how to make real caffe, the equivalent of our espresso, using those Italian thing-a-ma-bobbers. =)
Anyway, back to my project... I finished what I had sketched. Pictures to come. "Imagination, life is your creation." ;) Still, needs something though. I was quite proud of myself! It's "larger than life." haha
"Hit me baby one more time!" Another shot of espresso... I think I had 4-5. Deeelicious!
"What is love?" Gelatto is love, and that's what had on the way home. "Ya ya ya coco jambo!" It was that good! Vorrei uno Cioccolatto, fragole, e limone gelatto. I'd like a chocolate, strawberry, and lemon gelatto. Mmmmm....
When I got home, I decided I wasn't quite ready for the night to end. I mean it is Rosh Hashanah, right? You gotta bring in the new year right. ;)
And so... I pulled out a bottle of wine, I tuned into facebook and youtube and continued my night.
Shana Tova Everyone! Le'chaim!
May this year be filled with good health, wealth, love, happiness, and success!
May it be as sweet and delicious as my gelatto! "Sweet dreams are made of this!"
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Thursday, September 17, 2009
From Sunrise to Sunset, But Not Quite til the Next Morning...
By 8:30am, I was already at the Colosseum this morning. This was the point of interest for our on-site drawing class today. We learned about point perspective today, and then sat and sketched the arch of constantine for the next 3.5 hours in the hot sun.
When we finally finished, we headed back to school... but not before stopping at that new favorite deli for a turkey sandwich. I had Italian class next, and today we had our first quiz. I was the first to finish, so I suppose I did well.
After Italian, I went straight to my Inside Italian Design Class. The first hour was me falling in and out of sleep. The second hour, I finally mastered my doodle of the arch of constantine... the one I was struggling with all morning. Before our last hour, we were given a coffee break, and I could finally get a second wind. Though this class is very interesting, I don't care anymore about fascism, their art, architecture, or history. =)
After class was finally over at 6:30pm, I waited for the bus to go home. I didn't feel like walking to the metro stop. A little Indian nun stopped me and asked me something. Though all I could say was, "non capisco... scusi," she responded with a smile. Then she asked, "Di dove sei?" That means, where are you from? I KNOW THAT! We learned it in Italian. And so, I proudly responded, "Sono Americana, di Philadelphia. Sono una studentessa a Roma." I am American. I'm from Philadelphia. I am a student in Rome. I was so proud of myself, and she could see it, and so she responded, "bravi!"
When the bus finally came, I met up with some other Temple students who has caught the bus at a different stop. We even made plans for dinner! Yay... My original plans for dinner had fallen through. Of coarse, by the time I got off the bus, the plans had fallen through. And so, I decided to go to the supermarkato to pick up some food to make MYSELF dinner...
There, I ran into some of the guys and we decided to do dinner together. I promised to make salad, and they made Shrimp Scampi, and chicken noodle soup. It was pretty delicious. =)
Just as dinner ended, I got confirmation that the 6th trip I attempted to plan, had fallen through. Just my luck... And so, I decided that for the first time in Roma, I would go out.
The plan was to go to a discoteca. Since I was so excited about it though, of coarse, after walking for a good half hour, if not more, we came to the door of a closed establishment. And so... we ended up at the one place I didn't want to go to. It's called, "The Drunken Ship." It's an American bar in Cambo di Fiore. Filled with study abroad students and tourists alike, it has a feel of a typical American pub and a frat house combined.
I attempted to make the best out of my experience. I had dragged my roommate Amber out. She too hadn't been out yet, so the two of us took a shot, and found a place to sit down. Sure enough, not long after we found our places, a guy approached us claiming that I had taken his seat. I stood up, not in the mood to deal with any drama. Apparently, he was from Chicago. His name was Bill, and he was studying not far from Venice. He was just in Rome for the week. We continued to chat throughout the night. He even bought all the ladies of the group roses. Before the night was over, most of the girls got hit on, I was proposed to, and a fight almost broke out with our guys and some dudes from California.
When the bar finally closed, most of us were still in the mood to party. We had met some Italians... well we thought they were... they turned out to be Greeks, who said they'd take us to a discoteca. And so, we left the Drunken Ship, and made our way to Anima, a lounge type place. After a little convincing, he got us all in. We had just enough time to pee, when the music shut off.
At this point, most people went home. Some of us wanted to continue though. I was one of them. It was my first night out in Rome, and I was butt sober, and have yet to dance at all! And so, I wanted to continue. Of coarse... my luck... at the last moment, the guys I was wish chickened out. They didn't want to go with John-Luca and Tony to Pyramidi to continue clubbing til 5-6-7am.
And so the night, ended kind of flat... just as my week. Tomorrow, we're trying to go to the beach. We'll see what happens. Tomorrow night is the beginning of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year... hopefully my luck will change, and everything will be only wonderful in the year to come for me and all those around me here, and back home especially.
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
When we finally finished, we headed back to school... but not before stopping at that new favorite deli for a turkey sandwich. I had Italian class next, and today we had our first quiz. I was the first to finish, so I suppose I did well.
After Italian, I went straight to my Inside Italian Design Class. The first hour was me falling in and out of sleep. The second hour, I finally mastered my doodle of the arch of constantine... the one I was struggling with all morning. Before our last hour, we were given a coffee break, and I could finally get a second wind. Though this class is very interesting, I don't care anymore about fascism, their art, architecture, or history. =)
After class was finally over at 6:30pm, I waited for the bus to go home. I didn't feel like walking to the metro stop. A little Indian nun stopped me and asked me something. Though all I could say was, "non capisco... scusi," she responded with a smile. Then she asked, "Di dove sei?" That means, where are you from? I KNOW THAT! We learned it in Italian. And so, I proudly responded, "Sono Americana, di Philadelphia. Sono una studentessa a Roma." I am American. I'm from Philadelphia. I am a student in Rome. I was so proud of myself, and she could see it, and so she responded, "bravi!"
When the bus finally came, I met up with some other Temple students who has caught the bus at a different stop. We even made plans for dinner! Yay... My original plans for dinner had fallen through. Of coarse, by the time I got off the bus, the plans had fallen through. And so, I decided to go to the supermarkato to pick up some food to make MYSELF dinner...
There, I ran into some of the guys and we decided to do dinner together. I promised to make salad, and they made Shrimp Scampi, and chicken noodle soup. It was pretty delicious. =)
Just as dinner ended, I got confirmation that the 6th trip I attempted to plan, had fallen through. Just my luck... And so, I decided that for the first time in Roma, I would go out.
The plan was to go to a discoteca. Since I was so excited about it though, of coarse, after walking for a good half hour, if not more, we came to the door of a closed establishment. And so... we ended up at the one place I didn't want to go to. It's called, "The Drunken Ship." It's an American bar in Cambo di Fiore. Filled with study abroad students and tourists alike, it has a feel of a typical American pub and a frat house combined.
I attempted to make the best out of my experience. I had dragged my roommate Amber out. She too hadn't been out yet, so the two of us took a shot, and found a place to sit down. Sure enough, not long after we found our places, a guy approached us claiming that I had taken his seat. I stood up, not in the mood to deal with any drama. Apparently, he was from Chicago. His name was Bill, and he was studying not far from Venice. He was just in Rome for the week. We continued to chat throughout the night. He even bought all the ladies of the group roses. Before the night was over, most of the girls got hit on, I was proposed to, and a fight almost broke out with our guys and some dudes from California.
When the bar finally closed, most of us were still in the mood to party. We had met some Italians... well we thought they were... they turned out to be Greeks, who said they'd take us to a discoteca. And so, we left the Drunken Ship, and made our way to Anima, a lounge type place. After a little convincing, he got us all in. We had just enough time to pee, when the music shut off.
At this point, most people went home. Some of us wanted to continue though. I was one of them. It was my first night out in Rome, and I was butt sober, and have yet to dance at all! And so, I wanted to continue. Of coarse... my luck... at the last moment, the guys I was wish chickened out. They didn't want to go with John-Luca and Tony to Pyramidi to continue clubbing til 5-6-7am.
And so the night, ended kind of flat... just as my week. Tomorrow, we're trying to go to the beach. We'll see what happens. Tomorrow night is the beginning of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year... hopefully my luck will change, and everything will be only wonderful in the year to come for me and all those around me here, and back home especially.
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The sun will come out tomorrow... hope
Today was pretty much a total crap shoot. Let's just scratch it, and hope tomorrow is a better day. As they say, the sun will come out tomorrow... hopefully!
Still, it's nice to know there's at least one person back home who still loves me, and who I can depend on. You know who you are. Thank you for being you. ;)
"I'm not living vicariously through you. I'm living vicariously with you... No, on second thought, I'm living vicariously in you! haha" I love it!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Still, it's nice to know there's at least one person back home who still loves me, and who I can depend on. You know who you are. Thank you for being you. ;)
"I'm not living vicariously through you. I'm living vicariously with you... No, on second thought, I'm living vicariously in you! haha" I love it!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Mussolini's a Pole Dancer and I'm a Trash Picker :)
Today was quite full and eventful. I left the apartment at 7:30am... Yes, while you were just thinking about bed, I was up and out the door. On my way to school, I stopped at my favorite bar for my morning caffe latte and chocolate deliciousness. (This is how Italians do breakfast... when in Rome... lol) No more dirty looks! They've begun to recognize me. :)
As I made it to my sculpture class, our professor, Roberto, was making a pot of espresso. What they hey? You can't beat FREE deliciousness! lol... What I didn't know was that he had also bought some new bag of espresso and insisted we had a cup of the fresh stuff. That makes 3 cups, and it wasn't even 9am. I was definitely ready to start my day.
I trashed all my previous sketches, and began to work with a different idea. Any thoughts? Obviously, I looked to my favorite Moulin Rouge for inspiration. I'm using my favorite quote. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return." What I thought would be a piece of cake turned into a long tedious process. I wanted to write out the quote in wire. Then, I would configure it with another object or symbol of sorts to create shadows with the light source. Hours later, I was only done half of the phrase. I had to nail a board to my work station. Then, I had to write out each word on the board. Next, I had to put nails along the words in the proper places to to then wrap the wire around it. If only I knew, this would be so much work! Still, I was determined to make it work.
After sculpture class, I had Italian with Christiano. Today, we learned how to use avere. Ho fame. I'm hungry... and boy was I! I didn't have a chance to grab a sandwich in between classes because I had to print my paper, and the computer lab was full.
Right after Italian, I darted downstairs for my design class. We were going on a field trip today instead of Thursday to foro italico. This used to be foro mussolini. Apparently, his exercise equipment included a pole... to which my teacher insisted he must of been practicing for his night job. lol She even mentioned potential lap dances. haha It was fantastico!
After design class, I RAN to the deli with a friend to get a sandwich. I've been hearing rumors of this deli, but have yet to go to it. I was told they have other cold cuts... OTHER than ham. Though the prosciutto and martidella are super yummy, I cannot eat any more! So finally, I made my way to this deli and ordered a TURKEY sandwich! It was magical! And since they know us Temple students pretty well, they even have condiments. Italians don't do condiments... :/ I was in heaven... a turkey sandwich with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, AND mustard. Bravissimo!
After the magical sandwich, I headed back to the caves of the studio and worked some more on my sculpture project. I was determined to at least finish the writing portion of it... and so, I did!
At 8pm, my sculpture class met again, but this time at Piazza del Popolo. We were on a hunt for supplies. Apparently, every night between 8-9pm, all the fancy stores... couture and all... get rid of their trash, specifically boxes and such that the clothes and other merchandise come in. And so, my fellow classmates and I became trash pickers. Yes, trash pickers... but, we were trash pickers in Roma, and that makes it THAT much classier. haha
By the time we got back to school it was 9pm. I had been at school for over 12 hours. If that's not insanity, I don't know what is. Alright, it may have happened before, but it was insanity then as well. I was originally planning on staying for the Italian movie series that was beginning tonight, but due to inclement weather... well, we'll use that as an excuse anyway... no one showed up but the professor. And so, not to get stranded by myself at 11pm, I left with the other girls at 9pm. :)
And now, it's time for some rest and relaxation. :)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
As I made it to my sculpture class, our professor, Roberto, was making a pot of espresso. What they hey? You can't beat FREE deliciousness! lol... What I didn't know was that he had also bought some new bag of espresso and insisted we had a cup of the fresh stuff. That makes 3 cups, and it wasn't even 9am. I was definitely ready to start my day.
I trashed all my previous sketches, and began to work with a different idea. Any thoughts? Obviously, I looked to my favorite Moulin Rouge for inspiration. I'm using my favorite quote. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return." What I thought would be a piece of cake turned into a long tedious process. I wanted to write out the quote in wire. Then, I would configure it with another object or symbol of sorts to create shadows with the light source. Hours later, I was only done half of the phrase. I had to nail a board to my work station. Then, I had to write out each word on the board. Next, I had to put nails along the words in the proper places to to then wrap the wire around it. If only I knew, this would be so much work! Still, I was determined to make it work.
After sculpture class, I had Italian with Christiano. Today, we learned how to use avere. Ho fame. I'm hungry... and boy was I! I didn't have a chance to grab a sandwich in between classes because I had to print my paper, and the computer lab was full.
Right after Italian, I darted downstairs for my design class. We were going on a field trip today instead of Thursday to foro italico. This used to be foro mussolini. Apparently, his exercise equipment included a pole... to which my teacher insisted he must of been practicing for his night job. lol She even mentioned potential lap dances. haha It was fantastico!
After design class, I RAN to the deli with a friend to get a sandwich. I've been hearing rumors of this deli, but have yet to go to it. I was told they have other cold cuts... OTHER than ham. Though the prosciutto and martidella are super yummy, I cannot eat any more! So finally, I made my way to this deli and ordered a TURKEY sandwich! It was magical! And since they know us Temple students pretty well, they even have condiments. Italians don't do condiments... :/ I was in heaven... a turkey sandwich with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, AND mustard. Bravissimo!
After the magical sandwich, I headed back to the caves of the studio and worked some more on my sculpture project. I was determined to at least finish the writing portion of it... and so, I did!
At 8pm, my sculpture class met again, but this time at Piazza del Popolo. We were on a hunt for supplies. Apparently, every night between 8-9pm, all the fancy stores... couture and all... get rid of their trash, specifically boxes and such that the clothes and other merchandise come in. And so, my fellow classmates and I became trash pickers. Yes, trash pickers... but, we were trash pickers in Roma, and that makes it THAT much classier. haha
By the time we got back to school it was 9pm. I had been at school for over 12 hours. If that's not insanity, I don't know what is. Alright, it may have happened before, but it was insanity then as well. I was originally planning on staying for the Italian movie series that was beginning tonight, but due to inclement weather... well, we'll use that as an excuse anyway... no one showed up but the professor. And so, not to get stranded by myself at 11pm, I left with the other girls at 9pm. :)
And now, it's time for some rest and relaxation. :)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Roxanne... You don't have to put on that red light.
"Roxanne... you don't have to put on that red light." Since I was a little girl, this song has been sung to me. Whether it was the first time someone heard my name or just as a greeting, this is what I heard. Then, I always got the follow up which was if this is what I always heard, and whether or not I'm sick of it. I'd always tell people I'm not sick of it, and I love this song. I embrace it... as long as they weren't singing it to reference me as a prostitute.
And so, today I live up to my name. Waking up in a rather bubbly mood, after showering, I decided to put on my jean skirt, and a black top with flip-flops. As someone else mentioned, Mondays in Roma are far more glorious than those back at home. Mondays are the beginning of a new week of adventures and sight seeing. I was looking good and feeling good. :)
Confident and excited to start my day, I strolled outside and to the metro. On my way, I began to notice stares I do not normally get. Though at first I thought it was because I just looked hot, I soon realized... not quite. So I began to notice what various Italian women were wearing. The consensus was pants or long skirts. Uh-oh! I soon realized that in broad day-light, I was the only one wearing a mini skirt, and that people were looking at me as a common street whore, rather than a student on the way to class. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Still, I looked good and decided to shrug off the unexpected looks. What did we learn today? Do not wear a short skirt during the day unless you want to get solicited.
On my way to school, I stopped at a bar to get some coffee and a panino. In Italy, you drink coffee in a bar, and alcohol elsewhere. When I got to school refreshed from sleeping in, I went to my one class, which was Italian. "Ciao Christiano!" I said to my teacher. "Ciao Roxanne!" I <3 him... Have I mentioned? Class was absolutely hysterical today. We began to use the essere or to be verb. "Sono Americana." I am American, or I am from America. "Sono una studentessa a Roma." I am a student in Rome. Then all of a sudden, an art grad student who sits in on our class, proudly states. "Non siamo delle rane." We are not frogs. You heard right kids. We are not frogs. No one knew what to do or say, and so we all just burst out laughing. Then, I responded, "Christiano, come sei dici in italiano, 'there must be something in the water.'" To which again, everyone just burst out laughing.
On the way home, I jumped on the bus with some architect majors and we made our way back to the residence. Of coarse, just my luck... the day I wear a skirt and flip flops, we get off the bus and it starts POURING rain. I had an umbrella, but still got completely soaked.
After doing some reading for class, I made my way to the supermarket with some neighbors. I made my famous chicken soup. It was delicious. :)
Later on, and I won't dwell on this... I had some serious home-sickness. Luckily, mom and dad made me feel better. LOVE YOU!!!
In addition, shout out to Arthur for also comforting me and letting me know he cares.
Sempre e per sempre... Always and Forever. :)
Til tomorrow...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
And so, today I live up to my name. Waking up in a rather bubbly mood, after showering, I decided to put on my jean skirt, and a black top with flip-flops. As someone else mentioned, Mondays in Roma are far more glorious than those back at home. Mondays are the beginning of a new week of adventures and sight seeing. I was looking good and feeling good. :)
Confident and excited to start my day, I strolled outside and to the metro. On my way, I began to notice stares I do not normally get. Though at first I thought it was because I just looked hot, I soon realized... not quite. So I began to notice what various Italian women were wearing. The consensus was pants or long skirts. Uh-oh! I soon realized that in broad day-light, I was the only one wearing a mini skirt, and that people were looking at me as a common street whore, rather than a student on the way to class. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Still, I looked good and decided to shrug off the unexpected looks. What did we learn today? Do not wear a short skirt during the day unless you want to get solicited.
On my way to school, I stopped at a bar to get some coffee and a panino. In Italy, you drink coffee in a bar, and alcohol elsewhere. When I got to school refreshed from sleeping in, I went to my one class, which was Italian. "Ciao Christiano!" I said to my teacher. "Ciao Roxanne!" I <3 him... Have I mentioned? Class was absolutely hysterical today. We began to use the essere or to be verb. "Sono Americana." I am American, or I am from America. "Sono una studentessa a Roma." I am a student in Rome. Then all of a sudden, an art grad student who sits in on our class, proudly states. "Non siamo delle rane." We are not frogs. You heard right kids. We are not frogs. No one knew what to do or say, and so we all just burst out laughing. Then, I responded, "Christiano, come sei dici in italiano, 'there must be something in the water.'" To which again, everyone just burst out laughing.
On the way home, I jumped on the bus with some architect majors and we made our way back to the residence. Of coarse, just my luck... the day I wear a skirt and flip flops, we get off the bus and it starts POURING rain. I had an umbrella, but still got completely soaked.
After doing some reading for class, I made my way to the supermarket with some neighbors. I made my famous chicken soup. It was delicious. :)
Later on, and I won't dwell on this... I had some serious home-sickness. Luckily, mom and dad made me feel better. LOVE YOU!!!
In addition, shout out to Arthur for also comforting me and letting me know he cares.
Sempre e per sempre... Always and Forever. :)
Til tomorrow...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I Conquered the Wall!
Today, I went on an 8.5 hour WALKING tour of the Aurelian Walls that surround Rome. That's about 12 miles. Needless to say, I'm completely exhuasted. Therefore, for the sake of uploading pictures from Week #2, showering, and getting to bed as soon as possible... I have included a link about these walls. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurelian_Walls
If I can walk it, you can read about it. ;)
Birthday shout out to my one and only Konnie... HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY!!!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
If I can walk it, you can read about it. ;)
Birthday shout out to my one and only Konnie... HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY!!!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Saturday, September 12, 2009
All Roads Lead Back to Rome... Or So We Hope. :)
Has anyone noticed I use the word "apparently" way too much lately... So apparently, there is this beautiful little beach town just an hour outside of Rome called Santa Marinella. (Thanks for the head's up Jack. It was amazing.) And apparently... both Jack and Yan lived there for a bit, and so I was told to check it out. So, as everyone else made there way to the closer, but more crowded and tourist infested Ostio, Amber and I, made the journey to Santa Marinella.
Oh boy, was it a journey! The original plan was to wake up at the crack of dawn and leave the apartment by 7:30am at the latest. Well... that didn't quite work out. It was a little chilly in the morning, and our beds were just soooo cozy and warm and... we ended up waking up at 8:30am. Still, not bad, if I do say so myself. We were told to jump on the metro and when we get off a line of blue buses would be waiting. So, we jumped on the metro and took it in the opposite direction we're used to only to find a lack of blue buses waiting.
After asking a travel agency that was conveniently enough outside this metro stop where to go, they pointed us in the "right" direction. We found a bus stop! CO.TRAL formatta. Co.tral being the name of the buses, and formata means bus stop. :) Now, all we needed to do was get on the right bus. lol Seems simple enough right. And so, every fifteen minutes we asked the bus driver of the blue buses that passed if they were going to Santa Marinella. Now, keep in mind. I speak about as much Italian as a new-born baby... maybe less. My roommate, Amber, speaks even less than that. Santa Marinella? Santa Marinella? Most of the responses were a simple, no, in an Italian accent of coarse. :)
Finally, a little old woman, g-d bless her, came to sit at the bus stop and I over heard her say Civitavecchia, which happens to be the last stop before Santa Marinella. Again, I began to put together some words and attempted to communicate with this woman who spoke no English. Santa Marinella? "Si,... blah blah blah blah blah," is all I heard. Alright, so we knew we had to follow this woman who so desperately was trying to help us get to our location.
We jumped on the bus and sat just behind her, hoping she would lead us where we wanted to go. An hour or so later, the elderly woman stood up and attempted to get our attention. As we followed her to the front of the bus, it appeared as though she was about to get off. Should we follow? And then, she began to speak with the bus driver. From what I understood, she told him where we were going and to make sure we get off at the right stop. Then, she attempted to tell us the same. What a sweet little old lady?! She was like a little gift sent from up above. :)
When we finally got to our destination, it was breath-taking. This charming little beach town was clean, beautiful, and definitely no tourists. We might have been the only ones. We paid our two euros, and set up shop. The day was made for the beach. It was just hot enough. The sky was a perfect blue, and the water was unreal! It was crystal clear. I went in and it seemed to have some sort of magical healing powers. It was refreshing, and de-stressing, and simply wow. :)
Unfortunately, Amber and I became hungry rather quickly after our long journey, and so, we didn't stay on the beach as long as we had hoped. After lots of swimming, pictures, and some tanning, we began our hunt for food. This seems to be a simple enough concept right? lol Not in Italy around 1:30pm! Ever hear of something called Siesta? Everything shuts down so that store, restaurant, and any other establishment owners can go eat and nap. Meanwhile,. the rest of us are left out in the cold scrounging around for some scraps to ease our starvation.
After finally locating a small place, up a hill, where we could eat... we grabbed a little something, and decided it was time to go. And so, we found ourselves again walking up a hill in the direction of a street we hoped would eventually lead to a bus stop. Of coarse, Amber and I did find a gelatteria on the way. There's nothing like Italian gelatto, and its healthy. It's made with real milk and fruits and deliciousness. haha While at the gelatteria, we asked the lady about our bus stop. Again with our broken language skills, we attempted to communicate our point, and she did as well. She told us about some train that goes to Roma, though that's about as much as we got out of that conversation. :)
We left with friendly good-byes and finally found our Co.tral formatta. Now, it was time to find the right bus. How hard could it be? Weren't they all going back to Roma? lol They do say all roads lead to Roma... The other issue was the route. Even if they do all go back to Roma, how long would it take? We jumped on the first bus that was kind enough to stop, and hoped for the best. I fell asleep, and Amber kept watch.
I awoke to Amber telling me it was time to get off the bus. We had made it! We were back in our beloved Roma. It really is starting to feel like home, or at least a home away from home. We re-enter the city, and it just feels right. We took the metro to our also beloved Cipro stop, and felt quite accomplished. As we got off, I bought a dress from one of the vendors. How ironic... I bought an Italian style dress in Italy that was made in India... go figure. I like it. :)
Before heading back to the apartment, I stopped by the supermarket. I had to give in. We were cracking McDonald's jokes all day. Apparently, it's a big deal over here and we were craving. Since that didn't work out, I decided to go for the next best thing. Extremely over-priced supermarket sushi that tastes like eh... but hey you can't find it anywhere else. Apparently, in Italy they eat Italian food... ONLY. lol
I came back to the apartment, dug in, was pretty un-satisfied, and began to feel home sick. In America, I could have any and every Asian delicacy I could dream of for a reasonable price, at almost any hour of the night... especially if I go to Wegman's. ;)
As friends and family from home comforted me, I decided I needed to get out of the apartment before I blew my brains out. And so, I decided to pay my boys a visit, and give them a pep talk before they went out. It's nice to have somewhere to go in those situations, and I was told that I'm always welcome. I prepped them and dressed them, and sent them on their way. haha
I was almost thinking of going out tonight, until I realized I have to be up at 7am for an 8 hour walking tour... maybe another night.
Just before finishing this blog, I also FINALLY heard from Bff Larry T. haha... And so, here's your shout out. It's about time!
Missing everyone. Don't be a stranger. I keep you all posted with this blog. Keep me posted with what's going on back home. Otherwise, I think you've all forgotten about me.
Kisses from Abroad x0x0
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Oh boy, was it a journey! The original plan was to wake up at the crack of dawn and leave the apartment by 7:30am at the latest. Well... that didn't quite work out. It was a little chilly in the morning, and our beds were just soooo cozy and warm and... we ended up waking up at 8:30am. Still, not bad, if I do say so myself. We were told to jump on the metro and when we get off a line of blue buses would be waiting. So, we jumped on the metro and took it in the opposite direction we're used to only to find a lack of blue buses waiting.
After asking a travel agency that was conveniently enough outside this metro stop where to go, they pointed us in the "right" direction. We found a bus stop! CO.TRAL formatta. Co.tral being the name of the buses, and formata means bus stop. :) Now, all we needed to do was get on the right bus. lol Seems simple enough right. And so, every fifteen minutes we asked the bus driver of the blue buses that passed if they were going to Santa Marinella. Now, keep in mind. I speak about as much Italian as a new-born baby... maybe less. My roommate, Amber, speaks even less than that. Santa Marinella? Santa Marinella? Most of the responses were a simple, no, in an Italian accent of coarse. :)
Finally, a little old woman, g-d bless her, came to sit at the bus stop and I over heard her say Civitavecchia, which happens to be the last stop before Santa Marinella. Again, I began to put together some words and attempted to communicate with this woman who spoke no English. Santa Marinella? "Si,... blah blah blah blah blah," is all I heard. Alright, so we knew we had to follow this woman who so desperately was trying to help us get to our location.
We jumped on the bus and sat just behind her, hoping she would lead us where we wanted to go. An hour or so later, the elderly woman stood up and attempted to get our attention. As we followed her to the front of the bus, it appeared as though she was about to get off. Should we follow? And then, she began to speak with the bus driver. From what I understood, she told him where we were going and to make sure we get off at the right stop. Then, she attempted to tell us the same. What a sweet little old lady?! She was like a little gift sent from up above. :)
When we finally got to our destination, it was breath-taking. This charming little beach town was clean, beautiful, and definitely no tourists. We might have been the only ones. We paid our two euros, and set up shop. The day was made for the beach. It was just hot enough. The sky was a perfect blue, and the water was unreal! It was crystal clear. I went in and it seemed to have some sort of magical healing powers. It was refreshing, and de-stressing, and simply wow. :)
Unfortunately, Amber and I became hungry rather quickly after our long journey, and so, we didn't stay on the beach as long as we had hoped. After lots of swimming, pictures, and some tanning, we began our hunt for food. This seems to be a simple enough concept right? lol Not in Italy around 1:30pm! Ever hear of something called Siesta? Everything shuts down so that store, restaurant, and any other establishment owners can go eat and nap. Meanwhile,. the rest of us are left out in the cold scrounging around for some scraps to ease our starvation.
After finally locating a small place, up a hill, where we could eat... we grabbed a little something, and decided it was time to go. And so, we found ourselves again walking up a hill in the direction of a street we hoped would eventually lead to a bus stop. Of coarse, Amber and I did find a gelatteria on the way. There's nothing like Italian gelatto, and its healthy. It's made with real milk and fruits and deliciousness. haha While at the gelatteria, we asked the lady about our bus stop. Again with our broken language skills, we attempted to communicate our point, and she did as well. She told us about some train that goes to Roma, though that's about as much as we got out of that conversation. :)
We left with friendly good-byes and finally found our Co.tral formatta. Now, it was time to find the right bus. How hard could it be? Weren't they all going back to Roma? lol They do say all roads lead to Roma... The other issue was the route. Even if they do all go back to Roma, how long would it take? We jumped on the first bus that was kind enough to stop, and hoped for the best. I fell asleep, and Amber kept watch.
I awoke to Amber telling me it was time to get off the bus. We had made it! We were back in our beloved Roma. It really is starting to feel like home, or at least a home away from home. We re-enter the city, and it just feels right. We took the metro to our also beloved Cipro stop, and felt quite accomplished. As we got off, I bought a dress from one of the vendors. How ironic... I bought an Italian style dress in Italy that was made in India... go figure. I like it. :)
Before heading back to the apartment, I stopped by the supermarket. I had to give in. We were cracking McDonald's jokes all day. Apparently, it's a big deal over here and we were craving. Since that didn't work out, I decided to go for the next best thing. Extremely over-priced supermarket sushi that tastes like eh... but hey you can't find it anywhere else. Apparently, in Italy they eat Italian food... ONLY. lol
I came back to the apartment, dug in, was pretty un-satisfied, and began to feel home sick. In America, I could have any and every Asian delicacy I could dream of for a reasonable price, at almost any hour of the night... especially if I go to Wegman's. ;)
As friends and family from home comforted me, I decided I needed to get out of the apartment before I blew my brains out. And so, I decided to pay my boys a visit, and give them a pep talk before they went out. It's nice to have somewhere to go in those situations, and I was told that I'm always welcome. I prepped them and dressed them, and sent them on their way. haha
I was almost thinking of going out tonight, until I realized I have to be up at 7am for an 8 hour walking tour... maybe another night.
Just before finishing this blog, I also FINALLY heard from Bff Larry T. haha... And so, here's your shout out. It's about time!
Missing everyone. Don't be a stranger. I keep you all posted with this blog. Keep me posted with what's going on back home. Otherwise, I think you've all forgotten about me.
Kisses from Abroad x0x0
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Friday, September 11, 2009
Not quite Tuscany ;)
Today, my Rome sketchbook class took a trip to Tuscania. Apparently, that's in Lazio... not Tuscany, as we all thought. This picture-esque little town is about an hour and a half outside of Roma, and is just beautiful.
We began our journey doing my favorite blind lined-contour drawings of the church of San Pietro. I tried to keep an open mind of this technique I so openly despised just one day prior. Surprisingly enough, I even began to appreciate it. As I meticulously followed the lines of this medieval church, I began to notice details one would not normally notice just by looking at it. When you do look at these details though, you begin to really appreciate the design, the effort, and the thought that went into each of these buildings. I even got some compliments from the professors on my work. Yay for me! lol
When we were done at San Pietro, we headed to San Maggiore, another church just down the hill. We did some similar work there, and then headed into the main Piazza for lunch. We ate at this quaint little restaurant that had a fixed menu. We had pasta for the first course, a choice of meats for the second, and a side dish. I had pasta with tomato sauce, tripe, and a salad. It was good, but I have to say some of the meals I've had in our very own residence were much better. ;)
Our last drawing stop was a scenic view of landscapes and churches, along with various medieval buildings. It was reminiscent of Raphael's paintings. It was absolutely unreal. It seemed as though someone had painted it from their imagination, but this picture of perfection was, in fact, the real deal and probably inspiration for many before us. In addition, there was a movie being filmed there. Maybe, I'll become famous. haha... HI MOM! lol
When I got home from my extremely long day of straining my mind and eyes... in the sun... I was completely exhausted, and therefore a bit moody. It finally hit me. Though experiencing things that few have the opportunity to experience, I realized experiencing it without my loved ones can be quite daunting and lonely. And so, I had a moment of crying in my bathroom feeling bad for myself, as no one was answering me on facebook. It felt as though everyone at home had finally forgotten about me.
Just then, one of my boys, from BROWN (fill in shout out to Pat), insisted I come over. The boys were cooking dinner. Plus, I was in need of a hug, and they were there to give it to me. And so, I made my way over. (Ok, shout out to all ya'll... Pat, Joe, Ross, Ilya, and Dustin) Dinner was delicious! They made fresh burgers, gnocchi in a tomato sauce, broccoli, and really good potato and ham soup. Yum, yum! After dinner, I insisted on doing the dishes because they were going out, and I didn't want them to be late. Can you see why they love me so much?
Tomorrow, me and my roommate, Amber, are trying to go to the beach. :)
Should be a great time! Til then...
Signing off,
Ciao bella...
We began our journey doing my favorite blind lined-contour drawings of the church of San Pietro. I tried to keep an open mind of this technique I so openly despised just one day prior. Surprisingly enough, I even began to appreciate it. As I meticulously followed the lines of this medieval church, I began to notice details one would not normally notice just by looking at it. When you do look at these details though, you begin to really appreciate the design, the effort, and the thought that went into each of these buildings. I even got some compliments from the professors on my work. Yay for me! lol
When we were done at San Pietro, we headed to San Maggiore, another church just down the hill. We did some similar work there, and then headed into the main Piazza for lunch. We ate at this quaint little restaurant that had a fixed menu. We had pasta for the first course, a choice of meats for the second, and a side dish. I had pasta with tomato sauce, tripe, and a salad. It was good, but I have to say some of the meals I've had in our very own residence were much better. ;)
Our last drawing stop was a scenic view of landscapes and churches, along with various medieval buildings. It was reminiscent of Raphael's paintings. It was absolutely unreal. It seemed as though someone had painted it from their imagination, but this picture of perfection was, in fact, the real deal and probably inspiration for many before us. In addition, there was a movie being filmed there. Maybe, I'll become famous. haha... HI MOM! lol
When I got home from my extremely long day of straining my mind and eyes... in the sun... I was completely exhausted, and therefore a bit moody. It finally hit me. Though experiencing things that few have the opportunity to experience, I realized experiencing it without my loved ones can be quite daunting and lonely. And so, I had a moment of crying in my bathroom feeling bad for myself, as no one was answering me on facebook. It felt as though everyone at home had finally forgotten about me.
Just then, one of my boys, from BROWN (fill in shout out to Pat), insisted I come over. The boys were cooking dinner. Plus, I was in need of a hug, and they were there to give it to me. And so, I made my way over. (Ok, shout out to all ya'll... Pat, Joe, Ross, Ilya, and Dustin) Dinner was delicious! They made fresh burgers, gnocchi in a tomato sauce, broccoli, and really good potato and ham soup. Yum, yum! After dinner, I insisted on doing the dishes because they were going out, and I didn't want them to be late. Can you see why they love me so much?
Tomorrow, me and my roommate, Amber, are trying to go to the beach. :)
Should be a great time! Til then...
Signing off,
Ciao bella...
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Nothing like on-site learning...
Today was filled with on-site learning. I began my day with my Rome Sketchbook class, which meets once a week. It's a drawing class that meets at various sites throughout the city each week. We started class at school today to take care of some house-keeping. Then, we proceeded to the art supply store to pick up our sketch books, pencils, and a multitude of other tools. Once we had our supplies, we headed to the near-by Piazza del Popolo for a lesson in blind and not blind lined contour drawings. Once the concept was explained, it was time for us to try it. :)
I didn't really like lined contour drawings, blind or not. It made me feel vulnurable. It made me feel insecure, unsure, uncomfortable, and very self-conscious. Others found it to be "liberating" and "freeing" and who knows what else? I don't know what kind of wine they were drinking, but maybe I should've had some before class.
When class was over, I headed to the open-air market and attempted to order a panino with martidella, and some sort of formaggio, cheese. I brought it back to school, and dug in. It was delicious! Mmm... Mmm... good. :)
After lunch, was Italian class with Christiano. No words, just love. <3
Next, I had my Inside Italian Design class, and since it was thursday, a field trip was in order. And so, today, we jumped on tram 19 and headed to Quartiere Coppede. This little neighborhood was designed by famous architect Gino Coppede during the time of Stile Floreale. It was built between 1913-1927, and it is simply remarkable. In the main Piazza Mincio, is the famous frog fountatin, which was a direct influence of the turtle fountain that is in the Jewish Ghetto in Rome. Though many styles were borrowed from various time periods and artists, Coppede has his own decorative style.
Villini delle Fate, or the Fairy House, impresses everyone who walks through the grand enterance of the neighborhood. Though now a richer neighborhood with embassies of all sorts, it was originally created for the middle class of Rome. While we were there, we saw New Zealand's embassy, as well as Russia's embassy, which was guarded with barbed wire, unlike the others. It was a really interesting trip to make. It really showed us how varied and diverse Rome can be, as most of us felt that we had left our precious city.
To get home, we had to take a crowded bus, and then our beloved metro. Though quite the adventure, we made it out just fine. For dinner, I made veal again, but this time in a tomatoe-garlic red sauce. I also made some boxed mashed potatoes. Yep! You heard right. I made boxed mashed potatoes. Though, I've never made this before, it came out just as I remember it... not quite the real thing. Apparently Roman supermarkets don't carry potatoes...
Just part of what makes Roma unique I suppose... Now if only i cold get my hands on some sushi, or maybe some pho? Anyone want to bring me some? haha
Anyway, I'm off to bed. I have a class trip to Toscania tomorrow, not to be confused with Tuscany. Apparently, they are two different places. ;)
Signing off,
Ciao bella...
I didn't really like lined contour drawings, blind or not. It made me feel vulnurable. It made me feel insecure, unsure, uncomfortable, and very self-conscious. Others found it to be "liberating" and "freeing" and who knows what else? I don't know what kind of wine they were drinking, but maybe I should've had some before class.
When class was over, I headed to the open-air market and attempted to order a panino with martidella, and some sort of formaggio, cheese. I brought it back to school, and dug in. It was delicious! Mmm... Mmm... good. :)
After lunch, was Italian class with Christiano. No words, just love. <3
Next, I had my Inside Italian Design class, and since it was thursday, a field trip was in order. And so, today, we jumped on tram 19 and headed to Quartiere Coppede. This little neighborhood was designed by famous architect Gino Coppede during the time of Stile Floreale. It was built between 1913-1927, and it is simply remarkable. In the main Piazza Mincio, is the famous frog fountatin, which was a direct influence of the turtle fountain that is in the Jewish Ghetto in Rome. Though many styles were borrowed from various time periods and artists, Coppede has his own decorative style.
Villini delle Fate, or the Fairy House, impresses everyone who walks through the grand enterance of the neighborhood. Though now a richer neighborhood with embassies of all sorts, it was originally created for the middle class of Rome. While we were there, we saw New Zealand's embassy, as well as Russia's embassy, which was guarded with barbed wire, unlike the others. It was a really interesting trip to make. It really showed us how varied and diverse Rome can be, as most of us felt that we had left our precious city.
To get home, we had to take a crowded bus, and then our beloved metro. Though quite the adventure, we made it out just fine. For dinner, I made veal again, but this time in a tomatoe-garlic red sauce. I also made some boxed mashed potatoes. Yep! You heard right. I made boxed mashed potatoes. Though, I've never made this before, it came out just as I remember it... not quite the real thing. Apparently Roman supermarkets don't carry potatoes...
Just part of what makes Roma unique I suppose... Now if only i cold get my hands on some sushi, or maybe some pho? Anyone want to bring me some? haha
Anyway, I'm off to bed. I have a class trip to Toscania tomorrow, not to be confused with Tuscany. Apparently, they are two different places. ;)
Signing off,
Ciao bella...
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Feelin kind of bleh...
Today was a pretty uneventful day. I almost feel badly about it. I let myself sleep in because I wasn't feeling well. I went to my one class, which was only an hour long. Then, I grabbed a caffe latte with some friends at the gallery terrace next door. Then, I went home. I did do my homework. I guess that should count for something. It's around 7pm now, so I suppose I'll make dinner soon. I could've seen and done so much. I just don't have the energy though. Hopefully tomorrow I'll feel better. Moments like this make me wish my family and friends were here to tend to me. lol Yes, I said tend. Did I mention I'm not feeling well?
Anyone want to fly to Rome and make me a cup of tea?
Signing off,
Ciao bella...
Anyone want to fly to Rome and make me a cup of tea?
Signing off,
Ciao bella...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I Promised I'd Chill Out, and So I Did...
The past seven days have been absolutely insane. I've seen and done so much. Basically, I've completely exhausted myself, and so today I promised I would take it easy. The plan was class, make dinner, homework, and bed. :)
I began my morning with the yummiest cappuccino and chocolate pastry. It was just what I needed to get my morning going... well almost. As I walked into the first day of my sculpture class, myself, as well as the other students were greeted by espresso the professor had made. His name is Roberto. As he began to talk about the class, I realized this wasn't quite what I had expected. It was almost more of a shop class, where as I thought it was more easy mediums that I've used before such as; clay, paper, ect...
Our first project was based on lines and light. The assignment is to create a piece using various mediums such as wire, and then using a light source create a linear shadow design of some sort. Though seemingly simple enough, I realized it was going to be much more if I wanted to do well. Before beginning our project, Roberto took us to a gallery around the corner for some inspiration. Though we were not allowed to take pictures, I assure you it was spectacular. The detail of the various plaster and marble sculptures was impeccable. What made it even better was the cafe on the terrace overlooking our school building. It was such a cute, little roof top hide-away.
When we got back to class, Roberto gave a short demonstration. Then, we set up our stations, and began to work on our projects. I began by making a wire heart. Then, I grabbed some nails, and drilled it into my wall. I had never used a drill before... No one told me I wasn't suppose to touch the nail after I had drilled it. I burned myself. :( Nothing like a war wound from Roma. It wouldn't be as special in a sculpture class in Philadelphia. Now, I have something to remind me of my trip forever... every time I look at my scarred finger. lol
As I played with my wires, I came up with a somewhat interesting concept. One hearts, two hearts, three hearts... surrounded by a fence... under lock and key... symbolizing a protected heart, that takes much time, patience, and energy to get into. I really liked what I had come up with. I still have to figure out how to make it happen, as well as how to make it look interesting in regards to the project with the light source and shadows. I still have some time though. He wants us to sketch ideas and such in a notebook/sketchbook to see our progress, so I plan on playing around with it this week.
After a short facebook break, it was time for Italian. I really do enjoy Christiano. He's so comical. Plus, he makes every little achievement seem so great. Brava! Bravissima! He tells us.
After Italian, I had my Inside Italian Design Class. Though I had originally thought this was a fashion design class, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it is much more. It is Italian design in general. This includes objects, architecture, products, marketing, and a bit of fashion and other things. It seems as though it will be a very interesting class. Although this art history class does intimidate me just a bit, I am sure I will come out a much more cultured and educated individual in regards to many aspects of life. This will surely help me in my career as well. Plus, she only lectures on Tuesdays. Every Thursday, we take a field trip! Also, at the end of October, we take a weekend academic excursion to Milan! I'm very excited for this.
After class I headed over to the art supply store to buy a sketchbook and pencils for my sculpture class. I met some very nice people along the way. Following this, I made my way on the metro back home. Before going home though, I stopped at the supermarket.
Shopping:
1 jar of mayo
2 leaves of crackers
1 salmon patte
5 bags of pasta
1 loaf of bread
4 pieces of veal
3 packs of mozzarella
2 different kinds of deli meats
9 tomatoes
5 nectarines
Total: 20 Euro.. not bad at all for a week's worth of food. :)
Dinner Menu:
Veal in a light garlic sauce
Pasta in a 4 cheese sauce
Marinated Artichokes
So, even though it was a full day, I did relax to some degree.
And now... after reading for class... and maybe a little sketching... bed. :)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
I began my morning with the yummiest cappuccino and chocolate pastry. It was just what I needed to get my morning going... well almost. As I walked into the first day of my sculpture class, myself, as well as the other students were greeted by espresso the professor had made. His name is Roberto. As he began to talk about the class, I realized this wasn't quite what I had expected. It was almost more of a shop class, where as I thought it was more easy mediums that I've used before such as; clay, paper, ect...
Our first project was based on lines and light. The assignment is to create a piece using various mediums such as wire, and then using a light source create a linear shadow design of some sort. Though seemingly simple enough, I realized it was going to be much more if I wanted to do well. Before beginning our project, Roberto took us to a gallery around the corner for some inspiration. Though we were not allowed to take pictures, I assure you it was spectacular. The detail of the various plaster and marble sculptures was impeccable. What made it even better was the cafe on the terrace overlooking our school building. It was such a cute, little roof top hide-away.
When we got back to class, Roberto gave a short demonstration. Then, we set up our stations, and began to work on our projects. I began by making a wire heart. Then, I grabbed some nails, and drilled it into my wall. I had never used a drill before... No one told me I wasn't suppose to touch the nail after I had drilled it. I burned myself. :( Nothing like a war wound from Roma. It wouldn't be as special in a sculpture class in Philadelphia. Now, I have something to remind me of my trip forever... every time I look at my scarred finger. lol
As I played with my wires, I came up with a somewhat interesting concept. One hearts, two hearts, three hearts... surrounded by a fence... under lock and key... symbolizing a protected heart, that takes much time, patience, and energy to get into. I really liked what I had come up with. I still have to figure out how to make it happen, as well as how to make it look interesting in regards to the project with the light source and shadows. I still have some time though. He wants us to sketch ideas and such in a notebook/sketchbook to see our progress, so I plan on playing around with it this week.
After a short facebook break, it was time for Italian. I really do enjoy Christiano. He's so comical. Plus, he makes every little achievement seem so great. Brava! Bravissima! He tells us.
After Italian, I had my Inside Italian Design Class. Though I had originally thought this was a fashion design class, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it is much more. It is Italian design in general. This includes objects, architecture, products, marketing, and a bit of fashion and other things. It seems as though it will be a very interesting class. Although this art history class does intimidate me just a bit, I am sure I will come out a much more cultured and educated individual in regards to many aspects of life. This will surely help me in my career as well. Plus, she only lectures on Tuesdays. Every Thursday, we take a field trip! Also, at the end of October, we take a weekend academic excursion to Milan! I'm very excited for this.
After class I headed over to the art supply store to buy a sketchbook and pencils for my sculpture class. I met some very nice people along the way. Following this, I made my way on the metro back home. Before going home though, I stopped at the supermarket.
Shopping:
1 jar of mayo
2 leaves of crackers
1 salmon patte
5 bags of pasta
1 loaf of bread
4 pieces of veal
3 packs of mozzarella
2 different kinds of deli meats
9 tomatoes
5 nectarines
Total: 20 Euro.. not bad at all for a week's worth of food. :)
Dinner Menu:
Veal in a light garlic sauce
Pasta in a 4 cheese sauce
Marinated Artichokes
So, even though it was a full day, I did relax to some degree.
And now... after reading for class... and maybe a little sketching... bed. :)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Monday, September 7, 2009
What seemed like 4 days in 1...
Today seemed like 4 full days mushed into 1... Only thing was, it wasn't. For the sake of humor, I've split up the blog into 4 days or sections of the 1 day.
Morning (Day 1):
Since class wasn't til 2pm, I decided to wake up early and head to the Pantheon with a friend. We jumped on the metro first thing int he morning, and began our adventure. Along our walk there, we got a little lost and ran into Piazza di Ignazio. In this Piazza was a great church and so we decided to walk in. To our surprise, it was absolutely mind-blowing. The frescas on the ceiling seemed to come alive and almost jump out at you. There was also the illusion of a dome. It was truly a hidden gem and something everyone should see. Good luck though. It's not on most maps.
After the secret church, we headed to the Pantheon. Though also old and beautiful in its own ways, we were almost not as impressed after seeing the previous find. Just kidding... it was awesome! On the walk back, we decided it was absolutely necessary to stop in any and every church since they were all truly a sight to see. Each church, both inside and out, were just stunning. Each has its special charm. Each is covered with paintings and sculptures, and so much more.
Afternoon (Day 2):
Once we got back to school, I headed to the computer lounge to make myself a calendar to plan out the semester of events and travels. Then, I was off to my first class, Italian 1001. My professor's name is Christiano. He is a funny middle-aged Italian man, who laughs at all of us for everything. He is quite animated, and seems to enjoy his job. We enjoyed him too. Our class has many females in it, and so it seemed as though he was flirting with each and every one of us. I know I was blushing. He was quite impressed with the pronunciation of errrre with the rolling rrrrrrrrr. ;)
After class, I made my way towards the Spanish Steps to get my book from the bookstore.
Late Afternoon/Evening (Day 3):
After getting my Italian book, I headed back to the Metro, to the Termini, to get on the other Metro and headed to the Collesum. It was time to go in, and so I did. I even took a tour of it, as well as of the forum. The magestic nature of this colossal structure is continuously overwhelming. I must've taken what seemed like a million pictures.
When we stepped into the forum, it was even more magical. This was the center of Rome. This is where it all began. As I stood between ruins that have been around since the time of Christ, I got chills. Our tour guides Roberto and Anthony told us stories of emperors and rulers. It was all so exciting. Anthony was from New Zealand. He lived in England for 9 years, and then met his fiance while in Rome. She's from Norway. It was such a romantic story. We really enjoyed the tour, though very tiring and long.
Night (Day 4):
After tthe Collesum and Forum, I headed back to school for an open lecture they were offering on Roman politics and culture. Gregory Smith gave it, and I was excited to hear him speak again. I'm so impressed with Temple staff. They really do make the program what it is.
After the lecture, I headed down to Piazza di Republica. From there, we made our way to San Paulo's Church to hear Carmina Burana. It's an opera. Though, I've sang it in choirs before, it has never felt quite as special as it did tonight. It definitly wasn't something everyone will get to experience, and I'm glad that I did. Bellisimo!
And now... it's time for bed. I'm exhausted, and I have class at 8:30am!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Morning (Day 1):
Since class wasn't til 2pm, I decided to wake up early and head to the Pantheon with a friend. We jumped on the metro first thing int he morning, and began our adventure. Along our walk there, we got a little lost and ran into Piazza di Ignazio. In this Piazza was a great church and so we decided to walk in. To our surprise, it was absolutely mind-blowing. The frescas on the ceiling seemed to come alive and almost jump out at you. There was also the illusion of a dome. It was truly a hidden gem and something everyone should see. Good luck though. It's not on most maps.
After the secret church, we headed to the Pantheon. Though also old and beautiful in its own ways, we were almost not as impressed after seeing the previous find. Just kidding... it was awesome! On the walk back, we decided it was absolutely necessary to stop in any and every church since they were all truly a sight to see. Each church, both inside and out, were just stunning. Each has its special charm. Each is covered with paintings and sculptures, and so much more.
Afternoon (Day 2):
Once we got back to school, I headed to the computer lounge to make myself a calendar to plan out the semester of events and travels. Then, I was off to my first class, Italian 1001. My professor's name is Christiano. He is a funny middle-aged Italian man, who laughs at all of us for everything. He is quite animated, and seems to enjoy his job. We enjoyed him too. Our class has many females in it, and so it seemed as though he was flirting with each and every one of us. I know I was blushing. He was quite impressed with the pronunciation of errrre with the rolling rrrrrrrrr. ;)
After class, I made my way towards the Spanish Steps to get my book from the bookstore.
Late Afternoon/Evening (Day 3):
After getting my Italian book, I headed back to the Metro, to the Termini, to get on the other Metro and headed to the Collesum. It was time to go in, and so I did. I even took a tour of it, as well as of the forum. The magestic nature of this colossal structure is continuously overwhelming. I must've taken what seemed like a million pictures.
When we stepped into the forum, it was even more magical. This was the center of Rome. This is where it all began. As I stood between ruins that have been around since the time of Christ, I got chills. Our tour guides Roberto and Anthony told us stories of emperors and rulers. It was all so exciting. Anthony was from New Zealand. He lived in England for 9 years, and then met his fiance while in Rome. She's from Norway. It was such a romantic story. We really enjoyed the tour, though very tiring and long.
Night (Day 4):
After tthe Collesum and Forum, I headed back to school for an open lecture they were offering on Roman politics and culture. Gregory Smith gave it, and I was excited to hear him speak again. I'm so impressed with Temple staff. They really do make the program what it is.
After the lecture, I headed down to Piazza di Republica. From there, we made our way to San Paulo's Church to hear Carmina Burana. It's an opera. Though, I've sang it in choirs before, it has never felt quite as special as it did tonight. It definitly wasn't something everyone will get to experience, and I'm glad that I did. Bellisimo!
And now... it's time for bed. I'm exhausted, and I have class at 8:30am!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Out of the city to what felt like the top of the world...
Today Temple organized an excursion to Umbrio, which is a region just outside of Roma. We met at 8am at Piazza di Eroi, just outside our residence and headed to a little medieval hill top town called Todi. Two hours later we arrived... well almost.
They parked the bus and left us to walk the rest of the way. After hiking up what seemed to be a million steps, we entered the town of Todi. We began by visiting their Piazza del Popolo, and taking pictures of the wonderful views. They were simply breath-taking. In Piazza del Popolo, there is a theater, as well as a Gothic cathedral filled with frescas. Because it was a sunday, church was in session, so we quickly and quietly made our way through, trying not to disturb the congregation.
After having a morning cappuccino and cornetta, we began to explore the back streets. This quaint little town was filled with little shops and charming back alleys that one could walk around in all day. As we didn't have much time, we decided to ration our time and visit a church we saw on our way up. It was called San Fortunato. It was beautiful. Every time I enter one of these buildings, I can't help but be in awe. How does one even begin to build something like this?
Just before we were about to leave, we found out that if you paid 1.50 Euros, you could climb to the top of the church where the bells are, and get a 360 degree view of the town. Obviously, this seemed worthwhile, and so we did. "153 unavoidable steps" That's what the advertisement said. With each step up the narrow path to the top of the church, I got more and more nervous, as well as more and more tired. My legs were burning. Would I even make it to the top before having a claustrophobic panic attack?
Yes! I did, and boy was the view worth it. It was not just a view of the town, but what seemed like the whole world. It was one of the most incredible views I have ever seen. The journey was definitely worth it. Still, before we knew it, it was time to head back to the buses.
Now riddle me this... Why is it that in the middle of a medieval church, in the heart of Italy's countryside, do I get FULL service, but back home... in Philadelphia, in my dorm room I don't?
Our next stop was the manner of Titignano. Waiting for us was more breath-taking views and a 15 coarse meal. Yes, you heard right... a 15 coarse meal. It was delicious! It was a great bonding experience for everyone, especially since the wine never stopped flowing. ;)
Today was a special day. It was great to get out of the city, and have a relaxing day with everyone. Tomorrow we start classes. I'm excited! (That wasn't sarcastic. I actually am... Yes I know I'm a dork. Deal with it.) Maybe I'll hit up the Pantheon before class. We'll see. Til tomorrow...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
They parked the bus and left us to walk the rest of the way. After hiking up what seemed to be a million steps, we entered the town of Todi. We began by visiting their Piazza del Popolo, and taking pictures of the wonderful views. They were simply breath-taking. In Piazza del Popolo, there is a theater, as well as a Gothic cathedral filled with frescas. Because it was a sunday, church was in session, so we quickly and quietly made our way through, trying not to disturb the congregation.
After having a morning cappuccino and cornetta, we began to explore the back streets. This quaint little town was filled with little shops and charming back alleys that one could walk around in all day. As we didn't have much time, we decided to ration our time and visit a church we saw on our way up. It was called San Fortunato. It was beautiful. Every time I enter one of these buildings, I can't help but be in awe. How does one even begin to build something like this?
Just before we were about to leave, we found out that if you paid 1.50 Euros, you could climb to the top of the church where the bells are, and get a 360 degree view of the town. Obviously, this seemed worthwhile, and so we did. "153 unavoidable steps" That's what the advertisement said. With each step up the narrow path to the top of the church, I got more and more nervous, as well as more and more tired. My legs were burning. Would I even make it to the top before having a claustrophobic panic attack?
Yes! I did, and boy was the view worth it. It was not just a view of the town, but what seemed like the whole world. It was one of the most incredible views I have ever seen. The journey was definitely worth it. Still, before we knew it, it was time to head back to the buses.
Now riddle me this... Why is it that in the middle of a medieval church, in the heart of Italy's countryside, do I get FULL service, but back home... in Philadelphia, in my dorm room I don't?
Our next stop was the manner of Titignano. Waiting for us was more breath-taking views and a 15 coarse meal. Yes, you heard right... a 15 coarse meal. It was delicious! It was a great bonding experience for everyone, especially since the wine never stopped flowing. ;)
Today was a special day. It was great to get out of the city, and have a relaxing day with everyone. Tomorrow we start classes. I'm excited! (That wasn't sarcastic. I actually am... Yes I know I'm a dork. Deal with it.) Maybe I'll hit up the Pantheon before class. We'll see. Til tomorrow...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Only in Roma...
Early morning was filled with paper work at school. This included taking care of legal documents, and getting a cell phone. You can now all reach me, as long as I'm in Italy, and not abroad. It's free for me to recieve calls and text messages. The number is 011 39 335 764 1405.
After the errands were done, it was time to go explore the city. So, we got on the metro and headed to Villa Borghese. Only in Roma can you hear such talented subway musicians. A couple of young kids were trying to make some money. It was wonderful! Bessame Mucho... Bambaleo... all my favorites. One boy played the accordian, and the other two played percussion. There's nothing like live music.
A friend and I got to Villa Borghese, and began to explore. It's Rome's biggest park. Beautiful trees and flowers, sculptures, hidden cafes, museums, and even a zoo make this something truely special. As we wondered around and took pictures, we ran into a lake. We rented a boat and began to row. It was so nice... so serene, so relaxing, so beautiful. Only in Roma. We then hopped on a little tram and took a tour of this huge park.
When we got off the tram, we continued to explore, and came across possibly the most incredible view in Roma. It was in Villa Borghese near Villa di Medici. It was high up and over-looked the whole city. You could even see the Vatican. There's a very up-scale restaurant that I would like to visit before the end of my stay.
As we continued our adventure out of the park, we ran into Piazza di Spagna. Did you know there are times when it's not overly crowded and mobbed with people? Who knew? When my friend pointed to the little dinky fountain in front of Piazza di Spagna and said, "Is that the fountain everyone talks about where you throw the rock," I was very concerned. I insisted on making a detour and heading immediately over to the Fontana di Trevi. Though this was the third time it had crossed my path, today I finally through a coin in there. Hopefully, I'll be back soon. (Yes, I'm aware that I'll still be in Roma til December. lol)
From there, we continued to the metro station near Piazza Barberini. Once off the Metro at Cipro, our stop, we headed straight for the supermarket. Did you know potatoes are nowhere to be found? I wanted to make mashed potatoes. I'm making dinner. Mmmm... I've been craving animal. So tonight, I make steak... except without mashed potatoes.
Shopping List:
3 bottles of beer
1 bottle of bacardi breeze
2 bottles of wine
2 steaks
1 jar of marinated artichokes
1 jar of marinated esparagus
4 paper towel rolls
1 thing of dish washing soap
1 jar of olive spread
1 loaf of bread
Total: 20Euros... yes that cheap!
Also, there's leftover pasta from last night. :)
Only in Roma.
Signing off to make dinner,
Ciao Bella...
After the errands were done, it was time to go explore the city. So, we got on the metro and headed to Villa Borghese. Only in Roma can you hear such talented subway musicians. A couple of young kids were trying to make some money. It was wonderful! Bessame Mucho... Bambaleo... all my favorites. One boy played the accordian, and the other two played percussion. There's nothing like live music.
A friend and I got to Villa Borghese, and began to explore. It's Rome's biggest park. Beautiful trees and flowers, sculptures, hidden cafes, museums, and even a zoo make this something truely special. As we wondered around and took pictures, we ran into a lake. We rented a boat and began to row. It was so nice... so serene, so relaxing, so beautiful. Only in Roma. We then hopped on a little tram and took a tour of this huge park.
When we got off the tram, we continued to explore, and came across possibly the most incredible view in Roma. It was in Villa Borghese near Villa di Medici. It was high up and over-looked the whole city. You could even see the Vatican. There's a very up-scale restaurant that I would like to visit before the end of my stay.
As we continued our adventure out of the park, we ran into Piazza di Spagna. Did you know there are times when it's not overly crowded and mobbed with people? Who knew? When my friend pointed to the little dinky fountain in front of Piazza di Spagna and said, "Is that the fountain everyone talks about where you throw the rock," I was very concerned. I insisted on making a detour and heading immediately over to the Fontana di Trevi. Though this was the third time it had crossed my path, today I finally through a coin in there. Hopefully, I'll be back soon. (Yes, I'm aware that I'll still be in Roma til December. lol)
From there, we continued to the metro station near Piazza Barberini. Once off the Metro at Cipro, our stop, we headed straight for the supermarket. Did you know potatoes are nowhere to be found? I wanted to make mashed potatoes. I'm making dinner. Mmmm... I've been craving animal. So tonight, I make steak... except without mashed potatoes.
Shopping List:
3 bottles of beer
1 bottle of bacardi breeze
2 bottles of wine
2 steaks
1 jar of marinated artichokes
1 jar of marinated esparagus
4 paper towel rolls
1 thing of dish washing soap
1 jar of olive spread
1 loaf of bread
Total: 20Euros... yes that cheap!
Also, there's leftover pasta from last night. :)
Only in Roma.
Signing off to make dinner,
Ciao Bella...
Friday, September 4, 2009
A Selfish Trip
A little quote from a friend... "life fell apart without u... come home..."
I'm really sorry. Don't think I abandoned you. This is something I needed to do for me. I still love you. I miss you. I'm here for you, even if I'm over 4,000 miles away. I'm sorry. :(
I'm really sorry. Don't think I abandoned you. This is something I needed to do for me. I still love you. I miss you. I'm here for you, even if I'm over 4,000 miles away. I'm sorry. :(
Lions and Tigers and... Russel Crowe! Oh My!
So today started off quite hectic. After going to bed at 5am, I awoke rather easily to the sound of my alarm at 6am. (It was suppose to go off at 8am.) Being completely oblivious to the time and not comprhending anything going on around me, I attempted to wake Emily, one of my roommates, and started to get ready. Emily went straight back to bed, probably assuming that I was a nut job who needs way too long to get ready. Keep in mind... even if I decided to walk to school, though I have and use my metro pass, I would have to leave at earliest 9-9:15am.
I went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and my hair. I washed my face. I got dressed. I made and ate breakfast. I went along with my regular routine. By 7am, I had finally realized what a complete and utter moron Iwas. By 8:15am, I decided to take a little 45 minute "nap," even though it was morning. By 9:15am, I was awoken by both my alarm clock and Amber, my other roommate. Since I was already dressed and ready, I simply threw on my flip flops and ran out the door.
As I got outside of my building and stepped out into the humid, just after rain soaked weather, I managed to slip. Realizing that these flip-flops, though Italian made, could be the death of me today, I decided to go swap them for sneakers. I rushed through the doors and into the elevator, pressed floor 4, and waited. Just a side note, the elevator is about 2x2ft... and its an elevator. Me being both claustraphobic and afraid of elevators, this seemed to be the ideal situation. I'm sure you know what happened next... That's right. I got stuck! The door wouldn't open. The alarm wouldn't sound. I was stuck in a small space, that happened to be an elevator, all by myself. That's it, I remember thinking. This is where they are going to find my body. And to think, I never had a chance to tell all those I care about that I love them one more time. PS - I love you.
By an act ofG-d, the door finally opened, and I ran up four flights of stairs. My mini panic attack was slightly delayed due to the fact that I was now in a rush to change into sneakers, and still make it to the metro stop in time to get to school by 10am.
I made it just fine. Not only was I on time, I was early. Still with my luck, I ended up leaving last. They couldn't configure my internet at first, and then my computer had no cd drive, so I had to wait for the flash drive.
This tiring session had us all ready for lunch and siesta. At 3pm, we made the journey back to school to hear our favorite Gianni, and another professor, Dr. Ponce de Leon, discuss the ins and outs of living in Rome, Roman people, traveling, and even proper ettiquette on how to pick up an Italian guy/girl. It was rather interesting.
They showed us a movie made by Gianni. He interviewed some students and put together a very sentimental movie about studying abroad at Temple Rome. As I began to get a little teary-eyed, I couldn't help but think about this magical journey unfolding before my eyes, and how lucky I was to be experiencing it. I was pumped to not waste any time, and make the most out of this incredible opportunity.
And so, after making dinner... *Menu: A simple, yet very delicous pasta, with bolognase sause, and parmesan to top... we headed down to the Colloseum to take some pictures and stroll around. The Colloseum lit up at night is a sight to behold. It looks even more grand and magestic than it does during the day. It's larger than life. The lack of people creates a more private and intimate setting to experience it in, which helps you appreciate it that much more. "Lions and tigers and..." one girl chanted. "BEARS!" I jumped in to finish her thought. "No, no, no. Russel Crowe filmed here. lol" As we giggled about what went on in the venue before us, we continued to joke. "Lions, and tigers, and Russel Crowe! Oh my!"
After taking a ton of pictures with the Colloseum and Arch of Konstanine, we wanted more. So we decided to head to the Fontana di Trevi, or Trevi Fountain. I remeber it also being quite a sight to behold at night when it is all lit up, and sure enough... it was spectacular! We jumped on the metro to Piazza Barberini, and made our way to the fountain. What could be make this friday night even better? Well, gellato of coarse! We bought some gelatto and strolled around the Trevi Fountain for a bit, and then made our way back home.
Just a typical friday in Rome, I suppose... What'd you do? ;)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
I went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and my hair. I washed my face. I got dressed. I made and ate breakfast. I went along with my regular routine. By 7am, I had finally realized what a complete and utter moron Iwas. By 8:15am, I decided to take a little 45 minute "nap," even though it was morning. By 9:15am, I was awoken by both my alarm clock and Amber, my other roommate. Since I was already dressed and ready, I simply threw on my flip flops and ran out the door.
As I got outside of my building and stepped out into the humid, just after rain soaked weather, I managed to slip. Realizing that these flip-flops, though Italian made, could be the death of me today, I decided to go swap them for sneakers. I rushed through the doors and into the elevator, pressed floor 4, and waited. Just a side note, the elevator is about 2x2ft... and its an elevator. Me being both claustraphobic and afraid of elevators, this seemed to be the ideal situation. I'm sure you know what happened next... That's right. I got stuck! The door wouldn't open. The alarm wouldn't sound. I was stuck in a small space, that happened to be an elevator, all by myself. That's it, I remember thinking. This is where they are going to find my body. And to think, I never had a chance to tell all those I care about that I love them one more time. PS - I love you.
By an act ofG-d, the door finally opened, and I ran up four flights of stairs. My mini panic attack was slightly delayed due to the fact that I was now in a rush to change into sneakers, and still make it to the metro stop in time to get to school by 10am.
I made it just fine. Not only was I on time, I was early. Still with my luck, I ended up leaving last. They couldn't configure my internet at first, and then my computer had no cd drive, so I had to wait for the flash drive.
This tiring session had us all ready for lunch and siesta. At 3pm, we made the journey back to school to hear our favorite Gianni, and another professor, Dr. Ponce de Leon, discuss the ins and outs of living in Rome, Roman people, traveling, and even proper ettiquette on how to pick up an Italian guy/girl. It was rather interesting.
They showed us a movie made by Gianni. He interviewed some students and put together a very sentimental movie about studying abroad at Temple Rome. As I began to get a little teary-eyed, I couldn't help but think about this magical journey unfolding before my eyes, and how lucky I was to be experiencing it. I was pumped to not waste any time, and make the most out of this incredible opportunity.
And so, after making dinner... *Menu: A simple, yet very delicous pasta, with bolognase sause, and parmesan to top... we headed down to the Colloseum to take some pictures and stroll around. The Colloseum lit up at night is a sight to behold. It looks even more grand and magestic than it does during the day. It's larger than life. The lack of people creates a more private and intimate setting to experience it in, which helps you appreciate it that much more. "Lions and tigers and..." one girl chanted. "BEARS!" I jumped in to finish her thought. "No, no, no. Russel Crowe filmed here. lol" As we giggled about what went on in the venue before us, we continued to joke. "Lions, and tigers, and Russel Crowe! Oh my!"
After taking a ton of pictures with the Colloseum and Arch of Konstanine, we wanted more. So we decided to head to the Fontana di Trevi, or Trevi Fountain. I remeber it also being quite a sight to behold at night when it is all lit up, and sure enough... it was spectacular! We jumped on the metro to Piazza Barberini, and made our way to the fountain. What could be make this friday night even better? Well, gellato of coarse! We bought some gelatto and strolled around the Trevi Fountain for a bit, and then made our way back home.
Just a typical friday in Rome, I suppose... What'd you do? ;)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Something to Ponder...
From a book I'm readin:
"Rome is the place for contemplating the passage of time and the vanity of human wishes. "Within a short period of time you forget everything; and everything forgets you," said Marcus Aurelius."
Insight Guides
Know the City like a Native
"Rome is the place for contemplating the passage of time and the vanity of human wishes. "Within a short period of time you forget everything; and everything forgets you," said Marcus Aurelius."
Insight Guides
Know the City like a Native
Stripping Professors, Dinner, and Wine
Today began as a very interesting day. After walking to school, because I forgot to pickup my metro card from the boy who bought it for me, we were sent on a walking tour. We broke up into groups of ten, and various professors lead us around the city for the next four hours. Greg Smith lead us around. That's right... for four hours. :)
We went from one side of the city to the other. For those who are unaware, Rome is rather large. Half way through we even jumped on the metro. We saw famous spots such as the Piazza di Popillo, which I visited the other day, the Spanish Steps.. or Piazza di Spagna, the Fontana di Trevi... Trevi Fountain, and much more. As we were shown these very significant, internationally recognized monuments, we also visited those less known. We were told the story of Richard Meyer, a famous Jewish architect who is causing much controversy in this very Catholic city. We went to the "international ghetto" and ate at the world's oldest ice cream parlor, or gelaterria. We passed various ancient ruins and statues, markets, and bonded with our group.
As we ended our adventure, he left us in a quaint little park in a rather "interesting" area. It was up to us to get home. And so... me, my roomate Amber, and some architect majors made our way to the metro and back to the apartments. Amber and I did a lot of bonding today. She's a very cool chik! She's an art history major, but also does photography professionally. That's right! I had a professional photographer taking my picture throughout the city of Rome. Apparently, she's also a house head, so me and her are planning on checking out the scene. She likes all the same music as my favorite Larry T! lol Shout out as promised! Can you believe it? This is the first Thursday since January that I won't be at Benny's. Much love though to everyone back home!! Hope you have fun...
Besides house music, I also discovered that Rome has a very well-respected Jazz scene. AlexanderPlatz and Cassa del Jazz are suppose to be two of the best in Rome and internationally. Another jazz club is only moments from my door in the Pratti neighborhood... which is where I live, only blocks from the Vatican. :)
After a small siesta, it was time to head back to school for a cooking lesson by Mario, another professor at Temple. A brief introduction from the Dean and Mario was up and stripping for the audience. Yes... stripping. A 69 year old professor was cracking jokes about his strip tease, as he changed from his jacket into his cooking gear. He's a well-known artist in Venice and Rome and claims that these two cities are his lovers. His wife knows. No worries. It's cool. ;)
As he introduced us to the wonderful world of cooking Italian, we all sat and listened carefully. He explained the various types of tomatoes, cheeses, breads, olives, and wine... as welll as a few other little tid-bits. Mario taught us how to order coffee properly and how to tip. He explained the ins and outs of olive oil... extra VIRGIN olive oil, as he stressed. lol At the end of the lesson, we were offered a little taste test of the tomato sauce he made with bread, and of coarse nothing would be complete without a little wine. As I went up to get my sample, I meant to pour myself a drop of red wine... just for the experience. Instead, professor grabs a bottle of white wine and pours my glass up with the brim. Did I mention this is a professor? Nothing like Roma... lol
On the way home, I stopped to pick up supplies for tonight's dinner. As I walked in, my other roommate, Emily, informs me that "the boys" came looking for me. They were preparing dinner tonight, and invited me to attend. So I grabbed a bottle of wine, and made my way over.
The boys were offered free pasta and found a red tomato paste. Some of the other girls brought over salad. I made dressing, and we sat down and chowed down. "How is it Rachel Rae," asks one of the guys in my direction. "Excuse me?" Apparently that's his new nick-name for me. I guess last night's dinner made quite the impression. We hung out a bit, and then I headed back to my place. It's nice. We're going to all try to swap off cooking. After all, when in Rome...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
We went from one side of the city to the other. For those who are unaware, Rome is rather large. Half way through we even jumped on the metro. We saw famous spots such as the Piazza di Popillo, which I visited the other day, the Spanish Steps.. or Piazza di Spagna, the Fontana di Trevi... Trevi Fountain, and much more. As we were shown these very significant, internationally recognized monuments, we also visited those less known. We were told the story of Richard Meyer, a famous Jewish architect who is causing much controversy in this very Catholic city. We went to the "international ghetto" and ate at the world's oldest ice cream parlor, or gelaterria. We passed various ancient ruins and statues, markets, and bonded with our group.
As we ended our adventure, he left us in a quaint little park in a rather "interesting" area. It was up to us to get home. And so... me, my roomate Amber, and some architect majors made our way to the metro and back to the apartments. Amber and I did a lot of bonding today. She's a very cool chik! She's an art history major, but also does photography professionally. That's right! I had a professional photographer taking my picture throughout the city of Rome. Apparently, she's also a house head, so me and her are planning on checking out the scene. She likes all the same music as my favorite Larry T! lol Shout out as promised! Can you believe it? This is the first Thursday since January that I won't be at Benny's. Much love though to everyone back home!! Hope you have fun...
Besides house music, I also discovered that Rome has a very well-respected Jazz scene. AlexanderPlatz and Cassa del Jazz are suppose to be two of the best in Rome and internationally. Another jazz club is only moments from my door in the Pratti neighborhood... which is where I live, only blocks from the Vatican. :)
After a small siesta, it was time to head back to school for a cooking lesson by Mario, another professor at Temple. A brief introduction from the Dean and Mario was up and stripping for the audience. Yes... stripping. A 69 year old professor was cracking jokes about his strip tease, as he changed from his jacket into his cooking gear. He's a well-known artist in Venice and Rome and claims that these two cities are his lovers. His wife knows. No worries. It's cool. ;)
As he introduced us to the wonderful world of cooking Italian, we all sat and listened carefully. He explained the various types of tomatoes, cheeses, breads, olives, and wine... as welll as a few other little tid-bits. Mario taught us how to order coffee properly and how to tip. He explained the ins and outs of olive oil... extra VIRGIN olive oil, as he stressed. lol At the end of the lesson, we were offered a little taste test of the tomato sauce he made with bread, and of coarse nothing would be complete without a little wine. As I went up to get my sample, I meant to pour myself a drop of red wine... just for the experience. Instead, professor grabs a bottle of white wine and pours my glass up with the brim. Did I mention this is a professor? Nothing like Roma... lol
On the way home, I stopped to pick up supplies for tonight's dinner. As I walked in, my other roommate, Emily, informs me that "the boys" came looking for me. They were preparing dinner tonight, and invited me to attend. So I grabbed a bottle of wine, and made my way over.
The boys were offered free pasta and found a red tomato paste. Some of the other girls brought over salad. I made dressing, and we sat down and chowed down. "How is it Rachel Rae," asks one of the guys in my direction. "Excuse me?" Apparently that's his new nick-name for me. I guess last night's dinner made quite the impression. We hung out a bit, and then I headed back to my place. It's nice. We're going to all try to swap off cooking. After all, when in Rome...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
They Were Pretty Impressed
Today after orientation at school, we decided to stop at the supermarket to stock up the fridge. As per request of "the boys" I was making dinner tonight. Though I'm not quite sure what they were expecting, apparently I made quite the impression. One of them even said, before the meal had even begun, "Damn, Roxanne... You're awesome. This smells so good. I'm 21, but if I was 30, I'd propose to you right now!" haha...
What can I say? We were walking back from school and everything was closed for siesta... except the supermarket. Once I got in there, I was inspired. There was so much deliciousness, and it was all so fresh and cheap! It looked like the equivalent of a specialty store in Philly, but cheap! The aromas and deals were not something I could pass on.
The Menu:
Homeade Sangria... yum yum!
"Remember, Wine makes every meal an occasion, every table more elegant, every day more civilized. - Andre Simon "
Mozarella Caprese (Mozarella, tomatoes, basil, olive oil, and salt pepper to taste)
Marinated Artchokes
Fresh Baguette
Pasta with mushrooms, carrots, zucchini, in a four cheese sauce... seasoned with garlic, grated tomato, pink wine, olive oil, and again salt and pepper to taste. It was fantastic!
About six people were over for dinner and enjoyed it thoroughly. They even cleaned up! Next time, they said they would buy everything if I agree to cook. Can you say free meal... I mean or cheap labor. haha My one roommate, who didn't even eat, was telling everyone how yummy it looked. I ran into her later in the night, and she was bragging. It was soo sweet. She said she went out to dinner, and it wasn't half as good as mine looked. What can I say? "When in Rome, do as the Romans." I was inspired. Hopefully, the rest of the meals will come out as satisfying.
Extra bonus, I met some neighbors who came over to check on the wonderful smell coming from my kitchen. One guy came in to borrow a grater, and mentioned his Roman friend, so I went to check it out. I mean... I'm in Rome. I'd like to meet some Romans. lol What a wonderful surprise. Just two doors down, a beautiful, dark, hansome, long haired, brown-eyed, shirtless man. He happened to be with a grogeous Italian women... but who knows... maybe it's his sister. ;)
Signing off for now,
Ciao Bella...
What can I say? We were walking back from school and everything was closed for siesta... except the supermarket. Once I got in there, I was inspired. There was so much deliciousness, and it was all so fresh and cheap! It looked like the equivalent of a specialty store in Philly, but cheap! The aromas and deals were not something I could pass on.
The Menu:
Homeade Sangria... yum yum!
"Remember, Wine makes every meal an occasion, every table more elegant, every day more civilized. - Andre Simon "
Mozarella Caprese (Mozarella, tomatoes, basil, olive oil, and salt pepper to taste)
Marinated Artchokes
Fresh Baguette
Pasta with mushrooms, carrots, zucchini, in a four cheese sauce... seasoned with garlic, grated tomato, pink wine, olive oil, and again salt and pepper to taste. It was fantastic!
About six people were over for dinner and enjoyed it thoroughly. They even cleaned up! Next time, they said they would buy everything if I agree to cook. Can you say free meal... I mean or cheap labor. haha My one roommate, who didn't even eat, was telling everyone how yummy it looked. I ran into her later in the night, and she was bragging. It was soo sweet. She said she went out to dinner, and it wasn't half as good as mine looked. What can I say? "When in Rome, do as the Romans." I was inspired. Hopefully, the rest of the meals will come out as satisfying.
Extra bonus, I met some neighbors who came over to check on the wonderful smell coming from my kitchen. One guy came in to borrow a grater, and mentioned his Roman friend, so I went to check it out. I mean... I'm in Rome. I'd like to meet some Romans. lol What a wonderful surprise. Just two doors down, a beautiful, dark, hansome, long haired, brown-eyed, shirtless man. He happened to be with a grogeous Italian women... but who knows... maybe it's his sister. ;)
Signing off for now,
Ciao Bella...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Taking It All In
A smart friend of mine told me, just take it all in. ;)
As I've been taking it all in, I've come up with some guidelines.
1) Learn how to lock and unlock doors... otherwise you will lock yourself in and out of bathrooms, apartments, and then some.
2) 90 degrees + no air-conditioner + straight hair = wasted time and money
3) Alcohol is on every corner and is cheap... and they don't card. Take advantage! lol
4) Learn to love everyone you're studying with. It's been one day, and it has become quite clear that this will be my family for the duration of my time here.
5) Knowing how to use a map is essential if you don't want to get lost in Rome. Carrying it with you is even more important.
6) Italian pizza and gellato are delicious!
7) Must be fit, or be able to fake it. We walk everywhere for long periods of time... both with and without purpose. It's almost the equivalent of me driving aimlessly, except we go exploring the city by foot. Today, we walked to campus... a good 40 minute walk in the beating hot 90 degree sun, and then went exploring around Piazza di Popilo. Even though our wonderful dean got us all metro passes, we ended up making the trek back to the apartments by foot.
8) Do not take flowers from random Indian men. They will make you pay for it.
9) Always have your keys in case you are not with or get separated from roommates.
10) Everyone is in the same boat. Everyone has their times of home sickness and nervousness, but we're all in this together.
11) Living in the Residence is like being on real world. haha
12) Italian men are gorgeous. I like you... do you like me?
13) Rome is beautiful and has much to offer.
Very excited to see what comes next. It's been one day, and I've already met so many cool people, seen so many spectacular sights, and experienced a whole new world.
Signing off missing you all and sending my love,
Ciao Bella...
As I've been taking it all in, I've come up with some guidelines.
1) Learn how to lock and unlock doors... otherwise you will lock yourself in and out of bathrooms, apartments, and then some.
2) 90 degrees + no air-conditioner + straight hair = wasted time and money
3) Alcohol is on every corner and is cheap... and they don't card. Take advantage! lol
4) Learn to love everyone you're studying with. It's been one day, and it has become quite clear that this will be my family for the duration of my time here.
5) Knowing how to use a map is essential if you don't want to get lost in Rome. Carrying it with you is even more important.
6) Italian pizza and gellato are delicious!
7) Must be fit, or be able to fake it. We walk everywhere for long periods of time... both with and without purpose. It's almost the equivalent of me driving aimlessly, except we go exploring the city by foot. Today, we walked to campus... a good 40 minute walk in the beating hot 90 degree sun, and then went exploring around Piazza di Popilo. Even though our wonderful dean got us all metro passes, we ended up making the trek back to the apartments by foot.
8) Do not take flowers from random Indian men. They will make you pay for it.
9) Always have your keys in case you are not with or get separated from roommates.
10) Everyone is in the same boat. Everyone has their times of home sickness and nervousness, but we're all in this together.
11) Living in the Residence is like being on real world. haha
12) Italian men are gorgeous. I like you... do you like me?
13) Rome is beautiful and has much to offer.
Very excited to see what comes next. It's been one day, and I've already met so many cool people, seen so many spectacular sights, and experienced a whole new world.
Signing off missing you all and sending my love,
Ciao Bella...
Ciao l'Italia, Sono Qui!
Ciao l'Italia, sono qui! Hello Itlay, I'm here! As most of you know, I was pretty devastated yesterday as well as before my flight. I was crying all day and could not stop. Well, I'd like everyone to know that I'm no longer crying. So, therefore, we've already made some progress. As I sat and waited for my plane, which left 2 hours later than it should have, I wondered how the heck I was going to make it through the next three and half months on my own. As I sat next to a mother, father, and son, I couldn't help but miss my own family and wish they too were there with me. The plane ride was mostly spent sleeping and thinking. There was no puzzles, books, or music as planned. Though I didn't sleep the previous night, so sleep was part of the plan.
When we finally arrived, all I could say was Baruch Hashem! Thank G-d! We got through customs and such rather quickly. Even our bags came out without delay. We were greeted by Temple staff and sent on a shuttle to the Residence. I will be taking pictures shortly. (I'm still de-compressing.) The apartment is cute. There's a living room, kitchen, bathroom, balcony, living room, and bedroom. The bedroom is a bit small. It consists a bunk bed and a single bed separated by one foot of carpet. There is no air-conditioner, though it is extremely hot, but there is a small fan.
As I sit and eat my tremenzini that I got at the corner store, and drink my peroni... that I DIDN"T get carded for, I wonder what it will be like. It still seems unreal. Am I really going to be here all by myself for three and a half months? Oy! Temple's throwing us a pizza party at school at 6pm.... its almost 1pm now. Campus is a 40 minute walk. Oh boy, won't that be fun every day. lol Missing everyone terribly! Facebook me!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
When we finally arrived, all I could say was Baruch Hashem! Thank G-d! We got through customs and such rather quickly. Even our bags came out without delay. We were greeted by Temple staff and sent on a shuttle to the Residence. I will be taking pictures shortly. (I'm still de-compressing.) The apartment is cute. There's a living room, kitchen, bathroom, balcony, living room, and bedroom. The bedroom is a bit small. It consists a bunk bed and a single bed separated by one foot of carpet. There is no air-conditioner, though it is extremely hot, but there is a small fan.
As I sit and eat my tremenzini that I got at the corner store, and drink my peroni... that I DIDN"T get carded for, I wonder what it will be like. It still seems unreal. Am I really going to be here all by myself for three and a half months? Oy! Temple's throwing us a pizza party at school at 6pm.... its almost 1pm now. Campus is a 40 minute walk. Oh boy, won't that be fun every day. lol Missing everyone terribly! Facebook me!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
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