Alright, I know that I have not posted anything in a long while, but I have been distracted and actually living out and about in Rome. While I have not recently gone anywhere my list and schedule for the next few weeks is intense. For spring break Anne and I will travel to Amsterdam, spend two nights there, then fly to the south of France where we will meet up with Joe and Candace to enjoy the local country side. This may not be as pleasant as we previously anticipated as it is anticipated to be roughly 42 degrees all week. After spring break the weekends will be marked by Switzerland, my birthday, Vienna, Pompei and a few other places before school lets out.
Recently I have been catching up on school work, taking midterms, and drawing like a madwoman in an attempt to get the number of drawings done that my art teachers want (which is insane). Today I went to the Capitoline Museum with my art history class, yesterday I went to the Vatican Museum with friends, and last week I toured the Palantine hill with another class. I have been to so many places throughout Rome there is no way I could describe them all here. I will create a small picture collection for this blog site but at the moment I am packing and getting ready for our trip which begins on Saturday.
Joe’s 21st birthday is tomorrow, so Anne and I are going to take him out somewhere nice. I have been so tired these past few days and through midterms that I think I may just go to sleep around 7 pm tonight so I can get something like 14 hours of sleep. Anne had the idea that we should try and get as many papers done as we can during our break so that we can travel without care later on in the semester. I fully support this idea so I may end up spending the rest of the day reading and homeworking. I will try to pull together another post for tomorrow, I simply haven’t had time in the evenings to write blogs for the next day like I did at the beginning of the year. Have a good one and I promises that you will hear something more interesting from me soon.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
A Roman Update
In the past few weeks I really havnt left Rome due to a lack of desire to move and also the need to catch up on some homework. I have been wandering around the city, which has been warm the past few days, and catching up on drawing in my sketch book (which is required for a class. I have to do about two and a half hours of sketching every week). Today Anne and I went to Bernini’s angels on the bridge leading up to the Vatican and it was amazing. Though the angels were beautiful, it was painful to spend two hours drawing all ten of them. Afterwards we wandered back to our apartment, made sandwiches, and walked over to Café Good for cappuccinos and Internet access. Anne has since then gone to class and left me with Joe and Tim to do homework and blog.
I would be going away this next weekend, but I have midterms next week and I don’t want to do poorly on those. I may go to Napoli (Naples) for a day, but that would be the most adventurous I would get. I think for that trip Joe and I will go together, as I think Anne is out of town. For now I sit and study Italian in hopes that I will remember the irregular conjugations of –ire verbs. Ciao for now!
I would be going away this next weekend, but I have midterms next week and I don’t want to do poorly on those. I may go to Napoli (Naples) for a day, but that would be the most adventurous I would get. I think for that trip Joe and I will go together, as I think Anne is out of town. For now I sit and study Italian in hopes that I will remember the irregular conjugations of –ire verbs. Ciao for now!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Late Blog on the Trip to Florence
I am sorry that I have not blogged in a while. I have been a bit lazy and tired. After having been here a month, I didn’t feel that I had that much to talk about (not to mention that time I actually go to write a blog the internet doesn’t work). Anywho, here is a recount of the trip to Florence along with a few other tid-bits.
Joe, Anne, Candace and I all traveled to Florence toegether. Our adventure began at 5:45am Friday morning last week when we woke up in order to catch the first bus to the train station. Luckily for us, the bus stop was only a block away from our apartment (a bit of a walk for Joe) and we arrived at the station with enough time to buy food and board our train. I do not tend to do so well on trains, so I lay my head down and slept the whole way there, which wasn’t that hard considering the early hour that we had arisen. When we arrived it was overcast but thankfully not raining. We walked about 25 minutes from the station to our hostel. It wasn’t a bad place to stay, but the bathroom floor was covered in water from people splashing it out of the low shower.
That first day we locked our belongings in the room and wandered down to the Uffizi gallery and spent a good 5 hours looking at a gazzilion paintings, sculptures, and items that I had learned about in my Renaissance art history class. I have to say that it was stunning to see the Birth of Venus and Primavera in real life, but the best for me were the old golden altar pieces by Massacio and other pre-renaissance painters. Its nicer to have Primavera on a poster, but the 12 foot tall figures sitting on golden thrones. Unfortunately I do not have any pictures that I can put in here as there were no photographs allowed. The only ones I managed to take were from behind unsuspecting tourists who I used as a shield against the guards.
After so many hours in the museum we found a gelateria, obtained some sustenance, and went back to our little room. We then crashed and took a two hour nap. Just below our place and across the street was a cute little pizzeria. Earlier in the day I had seen a poster for a dance show choreographed by a man from the New York Ballet, so we got tickets and went after the pizza. The show was pretty darn good, but at the end the kept bowing, and being sent forward to bow. Three, even four times would have been fine, but it was something in the range of ten times and eventually they closed the curtain on the dancers. There was no standing ovation as the show wasn’t spectacular, but being from New York I assume he was used to American’s loving any show they can afford to see, and expected a standing ovation from the Italians. After the show we went to sleep in our hostel, but had a very hard time falling asleep due to the bar below our place that had a party going till about 4am.
When we woke on Saturday we were all tired but we got up and went to see the gigantic statue of David. He was incredible, standing 14 feet tall and placed on a marble pediment that must have been 8 feet rising form the floor. There wasn’t much else to see in that gallery, so we took our time admiring David. When we finally managed to leave we went and stood in line to climb the Duomo. After about a half an hour we got in started up the stairs. They were small, cramped, and I felt sorry for the man in front of me who had a cane. After something like 460 stairs that more or less went straight up, we came on top to see a magnificent view of Florence with a beautiful golden sky and hundreds of buildings. We stayed up their as long as we could until it became too crowded and made our way down again, which for some reason was much more difficult than going up.
We were supposed to stay another day, but we all flelt overloaded with all the art we had seen and our wallets were hurting after having spent so much money on food. Pizza normally costs something like 1.5 – 3 euros in Rome, but in Florence, it was 6-9. Not wanting to waste any more money or have another terrible nights sleep, we took an evening train back to Rome, and got home at about midnight.
Florence was amazing, but I learned that you really cant do everything on a weekend trip. Its not because it isn’t physically possible, but mainly because you get too darned tired looking at everything. The eyes and brain can really take only so much before you need to go home and think about what you have seen. And, after Florence, I realize how amazing Rome is. Florence is such a touristy place, and the area of Trastevere where Anne and I are living is perfect for study abroad. Time to go and get some lunch, have a good one and I promises I will post another blog soon. Ciao.
Joe, Anne, Candace and I all traveled to Florence toegether. Our adventure began at 5:45am Friday morning last week when we woke up in order to catch the first bus to the train station. Luckily for us, the bus stop was only a block away from our apartment (a bit of a walk for Joe) and we arrived at the station with enough time to buy food and board our train. I do not tend to do so well on trains, so I lay my head down and slept the whole way there, which wasn’t that hard considering the early hour that we had arisen. When we arrived it was overcast but thankfully not raining. We walked about 25 minutes from the station to our hostel. It wasn’t a bad place to stay, but the bathroom floor was covered in water from people splashing it out of the low shower.
That first day we locked our belongings in the room and wandered down to the Uffizi gallery and spent a good 5 hours looking at a gazzilion paintings, sculptures, and items that I had learned about in my Renaissance art history class. I have to say that it was stunning to see the Birth of Venus and Primavera in real life, but the best for me were the old golden altar pieces by Massacio and other pre-renaissance painters. Its nicer to have Primavera on a poster, but the 12 foot tall figures sitting on golden thrones. Unfortunately I do not have any pictures that I can put in here as there were no photographs allowed. The only ones I managed to take were from behind unsuspecting tourists who I used as a shield against the guards.
After so many hours in the museum we found a gelateria, obtained some sustenance, and went back to our little room. We then crashed and took a two hour nap. Just below our place and across the street was a cute little pizzeria. Earlier in the day I had seen a poster for a dance show choreographed by a man from the New York Ballet, so we got tickets and went after the pizza. The show was pretty darn good, but at the end the kept bowing, and being sent forward to bow. Three, even four times would have been fine, but it was something in the range of ten times and eventually they closed the curtain on the dancers. There was no standing ovation as the show wasn’t spectacular, but being from New York I assume he was used to American’s loving any show they can afford to see, and expected a standing ovation from the Italians. After the show we went to sleep in our hostel, but had a very hard time falling asleep due to the bar below our place that had a party going till about 4am.
When we woke on Saturday we were all tired but we got up and went to see the gigantic statue of David. He was incredible, standing 14 feet tall and placed on a marble pediment that must have been 8 feet rising form the floor. There wasn’t much else to see in that gallery, so we took our time admiring David. When we finally managed to leave we went and stood in line to climb the Duomo. After about a half an hour we got in started up the stairs. They were small, cramped, and I felt sorry for the man in front of me who had a cane. After something like 460 stairs that more or less went straight up, we came on top to see a magnificent view of Florence with a beautiful golden sky and hundreds of buildings. We stayed up their as long as we could until it became too crowded and made our way down again, which for some reason was much more difficult than going up.
We were supposed to stay another day, but we all flelt overloaded with all the art we had seen and our wallets were hurting after having spent so much money on food. Pizza normally costs something like 1.5 – 3 euros in Rome, but in Florence, it was 6-9. Not wanting to waste any more money or have another terrible nights sleep, we took an evening train back to Rome, and got home at about midnight.
Florence was amazing, but I learned that you really cant do everything on a weekend trip. Its not because it isn’t physically possible, but mainly because you get too darned tired looking at everything. The eyes and brain can really take only so much before you need to go home and think about what you have seen. And, after Florence, I realize how amazing Rome is. Florence is such a touristy place, and the area of Trastevere where Anne and I are living is perfect for study abroad. Time to go and get some lunch, have a good one and I promises I will post another blog soon. Ciao.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Life Goes On, as does the Vatican
So here I remain, wandering around Rome as the weather begins to take a turn for the worst and the homework really begins. Honestly, I do not have that much work to do at all compared to any real schooling. It is finding the time and the energy to stop wandering around this beautiful city to take the time to do what little reading I have. The hardest class I have is Italian, where all I have to do is memorize about 40 words every two weeks. It is not that arduous in the least, I just don’t want to take the time to do it. Tomorrow is my first Italian test, so we will see how much my studying today pays off.
On Sunday Anne, Joe, and I went to the Vatican. We walked from school, along the river, up a hill, through a parking garage, and magically popped up right into Piatza Del Popolo with an incredible view of the Swiss Guards and St. Peters. Though I had seen it in pictures, just as you are seeing it here, it is much larger than I could have imagined. We walked around outside for a good twenty minutes admiring the perfect maintenance of the area of the Vatican and eventually wandered into the line for security in order to go inside.
Our first stop inside was to the crypt, where we filed under St. Peters along with a bazillion other people to view the old tombs of Popes long dead. We eventually passed our most recent Pope John Paul II, but were not allowed to take pictures of him. Unlike the tombs you can see here, his was a slanted low laying marble slab in white marble and inscribed with gold lettering.
We exited the crypt and walked around the back of the basilica and entered from the front into a gargantuan space that contained so many artistic details that we stood in the door way for at least a minute attempting to decide which way to go first.
Directly to our right was the Pieta, created by Michael Angelo, considered to be one of his three great masterpieces in marble (the David and Moses being the other two). It was much smaller than I had imagined it would be, and was hidden behind a bulletproof screen. If anyone remembers, someone wandered into St. Peters a few years back and shot at the Pieta for reasons I cant remember, and since then they have protected it with a flash reflecting window. I managed to get the best shots of it, but I wish I could have gotten closer. This one statue is my favorite of all the Renaissance bodies presented in marble. Mary actually manages to look fleshy while Jesus appears drained and very dead. How someone could have sculpted it out of stone baffles me.
While I was busy being captivated by the Pieta, Joe and Anne moved deeper into the basilica. When I finally pulled myself away we covered the left hand side, mostly because it was best lit and have more interesting paintings and sculptures than the other side. In the center of it all, where the cross meets inside, is the Bernini baldachin and was built to fill the space beneath the cupola, and it is said that the bronze used to make it was taken from the Pantheon.
Behind the baldachin is the Alter of the Chair of St. Peter, and is only open to the public during mass. Since it was Sunday, and we really wanted to get closer to take pictures (which isn’t really allowed) we went to mass. It was interesting to see what it is that they practice at the Vatican, having gone to catholic school myself and being of the Jewish faith. The whole service was in Italian, and the organ was amazing.
The whole thing only lasted about 45 minutes, and we watched as the light slowly faded in the windows behind the alter. By the time we wandered away it was 5pm, and therefore everything was closing down. We plan to return to see the museum sometime soon, and to walk the stairs that take you to the top of the basilica (it’s a really long climb even for the likes of me). I do have a few more things to talk about but I think this is enough for one post. Don’t want anyone to get too confused. Ciao for now!
Thursday, February 1, 2007
A quick note...
If you want to know what it looks like when I wander around during the day time, I thought I would take the time to try and post a few things here just so you can get a quick idea of my life here in rome. How do you like my city? Is it not beautiful? (I could not for the life of me manage to get this picutre turned the right way on this website. Just turn your head and you will get the idea)
The other night when I went with Tim to try and go get a new sim card for my phone, this is what we passed by. I think in total we must have walked past 8 major monuments just on that one 25 minute trek.
I think at some point in everyone's life, a visit to Rome is nessicary. Although many of the things to see here are only remnants of the glory that was once Rome, it is still fantastic to stand by these things and imagine their magnitude when they were first built and in use.
Ciao
Second Week of School
So, nothing has really happened this week other than classes really moving into full swing. We are hoping to go on an adventure somewhere this weekend, but it may simply consist of a few of us wandering around the museums of Rome, which we have only really made a small dent in.
Today I had my first “Rome and its Ancient Monuments” class, and we wandered around the older temples of the city and took photos and attempted to take notes while standing in the cold rain. Other than the cold and wet feet, it was a really fun class. It was a little basic for my taste, but when I signed up for classes I didn’t realize quite how easy some of them were going to be. For most kids here, they want the easiest thing they can get their hands on. If I do the reading for every class I am generally one of two people out of about twenty. The most reading I have had for class yet was about thirty pages, and nothing too difficult. I am amazed after all the reading I did last semester that some people complain here about the little that we are asked to do.
Other than exploring old dilapidated temples, yesterday there was a student run fundraiser to help the model UN program that is sending 6 students (our friend Tim included) to Boston to participate in the Harvard three day event. Anne and I were talked into participating with a few of the degree seeking students on campus and we ended up getting toasted by the nerdiest group of adults I have ever met. In the end the scores were 179 to 170, but I thought that we should have done a little better after 3 hours of trivia questions. I am proud to say that in the student multiple choice sections, I answered every single one of the international organizations questions by myself. I am proud to say that sometimes classes do pay off. When the professors won, the man who teaches the International Organizations class here gave me his box of chocolates because when the teacher round came up, he missed one of the questions. Muahahah… mmmm, chocolate.
After the game a student band performed followed by a professors band. The students were ok, and many of the people attending the event trickled out from lack of interest. Anne is taking a class with the professor who was performing, so she wanted to stay and see what he could do. As it turned out, his band was great, and the 15 of us remaining rocked out to the three songs they planned to play, and the two more we forced them to continue with. After the gig, Anne, Candice, Joe and I went to get some food, and then went out to drinks with the professor and a gaggle of other JCU students. All in all it was a good time, a good night, even better because we got free JCU t-shirts.
Right now all of us are attempting to book trips to other countries and around Italy itself. Hopefully we are going to Florence on the 9th, either that or another fun area around Rome. During the semester we are hoping to hit up Amsterdam, Berlin, Madrid, the South of France (for spring break), and a few other major cities that slip my mind. After school lets out I think we are planning a tour of the Balkan area, and Greece is my first priority. If anyone has good ideas or tips on websites to use for flights or hostels, please either email me or post them here.
I need to head out and get some work done so I have some free time during the weekend, but you can be sure that there will be more posts with more interesting information coming soon. Ciao.
Today I had my first “Rome and its Ancient Monuments” class, and we wandered around the older temples of the city and took photos and attempted to take notes while standing in the cold rain. Other than the cold and wet feet, it was a really fun class. It was a little basic for my taste, but when I signed up for classes I didn’t realize quite how easy some of them were going to be. For most kids here, they want the easiest thing they can get their hands on. If I do the reading for every class I am generally one of two people out of about twenty. The most reading I have had for class yet was about thirty pages, and nothing too difficult. I am amazed after all the reading I did last semester that some people complain here about the little that we are asked to do.
Other than exploring old dilapidated temples, yesterday there was a student run fundraiser to help the model UN program that is sending 6 students (our friend Tim included) to Boston to participate in the Harvard three day event. Anne and I were talked into participating with a few of the degree seeking students on campus and we ended up getting toasted by the nerdiest group of adults I have ever met. In the end the scores were 179 to 170, but I thought that we should have done a little better after 3 hours of trivia questions. I am proud to say that in the student multiple choice sections, I answered every single one of the international organizations questions by myself. I am proud to say that sometimes classes do pay off. When the professors won, the man who teaches the International Organizations class here gave me his box of chocolates because when the teacher round came up, he missed one of the questions. Muahahah… mmmm, chocolate.
After the game a student band performed followed by a professors band. The students were ok, and many of the people attending the event trickled out from lack of interest. Anne is taking a class with the professor who was performing, so she wanted to stay and see what he could do. As it turned out, his band was great, and the 15 of us remaining rocked out to the three songs they planned to play, and the two more we forced them to continue with. After the gig, Anne, Candice, Joe and I went to get some food, and then went out to drinks with the professor and a gaggle of other JCU students. All in all it was a good time, a good night, even better because we got free JCU t-shirts.
Right now all of us are attempting to book trips to other countries and around Italy itself. Hopefully we are going to Florence on the 9th, either that or another fun area around Rome. During the semester we are hoping to hit up Amsterdam, Berlin, Madrid, the South of France (for spring break), and a few other major cities that slip my mind. After school lets out I think we are planning a tour of the Balkan area, and Greece is my first priority. If anyone has good ideas or tips on websites to use for flights or hostels, please either email me or post them here.
I need to head out and get some work done so I have some free time during the weekend, but you can be sure that there will be more posts with more interesting information coming soon. Ciao.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Shopping Trip and Mental Glory
Yesterday (Saturday 27th) Joe, Anne, Kate L, I, and about 30 other JCU students piled onto a bus at 7 am and trekked to Tuscany to find some major shopping outlets. We did find some good deals, but most of items were 300 Euros off of 12,000 Euro items. I purchased a grand total of two shirts and a date planner, Anne two belts and a shirt, while Joe and Kate L were not so fortunate. The other members of our expedition were less afraid than we were to spend mommy and daddy’s hard earned cash. The girls sitting in front of us dropped 3000 Euros a piece easily, and the rest of the people on the bus were within close proximity.
To give you an idea of how much money in US dollars 3000 Euros is, each US dollar is roughly 2/3 of 1 Euro. 100 US dollars will give you 73 Euros at most locations that do not charge a transaction fee for changing the cash. With that in mind, 3000 Euros spent on purses and scarves actually cost these girls is roughly 4000 US dollars. Personally, I am not so much into brand names, but there are always opportunities to find well made clothes that are discounted at these high end outlets. I spent a grand total of 44 Euros and felt pretty good about my purchases.
Other than the joy I felt at having cheated the system from robbing me of my hard earned cash, the trip was a bit of a downer. Here were these girls, smothered in make up, thinking nothing of spending 4000 Dollars without blinking an eye. I was feeling bad about my personal self worth as might be measured by my own personal bank account when I started listening to the conversation that was taking place in the eight seats behind me. Here I will relate a general idea of the topics and information that was discussed on the three hour trip to the outlets, and the three hours back.
When we first hoped on the bus, everyone was tired. I heard the girls mumbling something about drinking too much the night before and passed out sprawled over Joe, and leaning my feet on Anne across the aisle. When I woke up, we were two hours into the trip and we off loaded for a bathroom break and some breakfast. As I stood in line to order a sandwich and a glass of juice, I saw several sleepy looking companions and asked how they were doing, and didn’t a cup of coffee sound good? All three frowned and shook their heads and each related a personal story about feeling as if they were about to puke and how they still felt that their stomachs were full of vodka. Sighing and shaking my head, I did not respond, obtained my food, and wandered back to the bus.
Thinking my interactions with these girls was over, I took over my seat and Joe’s and attempted to go back to sleep. This was not possible, as the girls behind me were now talking at the level one would have to in order to be heard in a club. The conversation, when I actually paid attention to what they were saying, was about a girl who had paid 400 Euros for what she had thought was A grade hash. Instead, when she had opened the wrapping, it was a lettuce leaf. “There wasn’t even oregano or anything! He could have at least given me a nice salad or something” was her response.
They moved on to discuss their level of skiing ability, one girl claiming that she had been skiing three times before and felt totally prepared to go down the alps. Laughing to myself and imagining this girl in her 5000-dollar Gucci suit falling off a cliff, the conversation turned to discuss “world politics and economics”. All eight girls agreed that having to convert dollars into Euros was a silly ordeal, and it would be much easier if everything the world over cost the same amount in the same currency. They also felt cheated, having to learn European languages when traveling in the EU and decided that all people should simply speak English. Furthermore, it was far too cold in Italty (it has been about 45 – 75 degrees during the day) and they should have gone to school abroad on a tropical island.
On the return trip the topics changed course. When we were putting away the massive piles of shopping bags in the holds above the seats one girl, who happened to be in my Italian class, wanted to practice the few phrases we had learned with me. “Arrivaderci” she said to me, looking expectant.
“Goodbye? We only just met!”
“Oh, I though that meant ‘What is your name?’ “.
I do not know about anyone’s level of Italian knowledge, but I think “Come ti chiami” isn’t even close to goodbye.
While we worked on a bit of Italian so she wouldn’t flunk the course, the other girls started talking about the purposes of going abroad. They claimed that school was over rated and simply a tool to find good drinking buddies and hot Italian men. One girl in particular had met and had sex thus far with two different Italian men named Felipo. Having plugged both numbers into her phone she had failed to differentiate between the two different men, one of which was a total sleaze. Having waited for the hot Felipo to call, when the ugly one did, she picked up and arranged a date and hotel room. When she found it was the wrong one, and not wanting to upset the young man, she went to dinner and had sex with him that evening. Her friend responded,
“It was an understandable mistake. Felipo is like John around here”.
The conversation dropped off as the girls got tired, they slept for about an hour, and then woke up complaining of full bladders and an intense desire to get off the bus. We were about 45 minutes away from our drop off point, and 10 minutes outside of Rome. In their intense displeasure , they were failing to read the signs along the side of the road which listed the distance and the city about every 2 minutes.
“If we do not get there in ten minutes I am jumping off of this bus”
“I think we have two more hours, we just went through the same toll booth that was near Tuscany”
“They only have one toll booth in Italy?”
“That was the only one I saw on the way there”
“Wernt you sleeping?”
“Only half of the way”
“Oh, then that must be the only one”
“If we have two more hours I am getting off right now”
“Im jumping out the window and getting a taxi”
When we finally arrived at JCU I got off of the bus as fast as I could. Joe, Anne, Kate L and I, in desperate need of a political conversation, went home and made gnocchi. Now, I know I tend to be judgmental, but Anne and Kate tend to be very forgiving of others mental short comings. They too were stunned that over the course of eight hours, these were the only things discussed and there had been no desire shown by any of the girls to talk about something meaningful. If wealth means utter stupidity, maybe I should just give up my dreams of being a princess and be a professor for the rest of my life. At least I will be in good company with intellectual thought. For now it is time to talk about anything intelligent. Ciao.
To give you an idea of how much money in US dollars 3000 Euros is, each US dollar is roughly 2/3 of 1 Euro. 100 US dollars will give you 73 Euros at most locations that do not charge a transaction fee for changing the cash. With that in mind, 3000 Euros spent on purses and scarves actually cost these girls is roughly 4000 US dollars. Personally, I am not so much into brand names, but there are always opportunities to find well made clothes that are discounted at these high end outlets. I spent a grand total of 44 Euros and felt pretty good about my purchases.
Other than the joy I felt at having cheated the system from robbing me of my hard earned cash, the trip was a bit of a downer. Here were these girls, smothered in make up, thinking nothing of spending 4000 Dollars without blinking an eye. I was feeling bad about my personal self worth as might be measured by my own personal bank account when I started listening to the conversation that was taking place in the eight seats behind me. Here I will relate a general idea of the topics and information that was discussed on the three hour trip to the outlets, and the three hours back.
When we first hoped on the bus, everyone was tired. I heard the girls mumbling something about drinking too much the night before and passed out sprawled over Joe, and leaning my feet on Anne across the aisle. When I woke up, we were two hours into the trip and we off loaded for a bathroom break and some breakfast. As I stood in line to order a sandwich and a glass of juice, I saw several sleepy looking companions and asked how they were doing, and didn’t a cup of coffee sound good? All three frowned and shook their heads and each related a personal story about feeling as if they were about to puke and how they still felt that their stomachs were full of vodka. Sighing and shaking my head, I did not respond, obtained my food, and wandered back to the bus.
Thinking my interactions with these girls was over, I took over my seat and Joe’s and attempted to go back to sleep. This was not possible, as the girls behind me were now talking at the level one would have to in order to be heard in a club. The conversation, when I actually paid attention to what they were saying, was about a girl who had paid 400 Euros for what she had thought was A grade hash. Instead, when she had opened the wrapping, it was a lettuce leaf. “There wasn’t even oregano or anything! He could have at least given me a nice salad or something” was her response.
They moved on to discuss their level of skiing ability, one girl claiming that she had been skiing three times before and felt totally prepared to go down the alps. Laughing to myself and imagining this girl in her 5000-dollar Gucci suit falling off a cliff, the conversation turned to discuss “world politics and economics”. All eight girls agreed that having to convert dollars into Euros was a silly ordeal, and it would be much easier if everything the world over cost the same amount in the same currency. They also felt cheated, having to learn European languages when traveling in the EU and decided that all people should simply speak English. Furthermore, it was far too cold in Italty (it has been about 45 – 75 degrees during the day) and they should have gone to school abroad on a tropical island.
On the return trip the topics changed course. When we were putting away the massive piles of shopping bags in the holds above the seats one girl, who happened to be in my Italian class, wanted to practice the few phrases we had learned with me. “Arrivaderci” she said to me, looking expectant.
“Goodbye? We only just met!”
“Oh, I though that meant ‘What is your name?’ “.
I do not know about anyone’s level of Italian knowledge, but I think “Come ti chiami” isn’t even close to goodbye.
While we worked on a bit of Italian so she wouldn’t flunk the course, the other girls started talking about the purposes of going abroad. They claimed that school was over rated and simply a tool to find good drinking buddies and hot Italian men. One girl in particular had met and had sex thus far with two different Italian men named Felipo. Having plugged both numbers into her phone she had failed to differentiate between the two different men, one of which was a total sleaze. Having waited for the hot Felipo to call, when the ugly one did, she picked up and arranged a date and hotel room. When she found it was the wrong one, and not wanting to upset the young man, she went to dinner and had sex with him that evening. Her friend responded,
“It was an understandable mistake. Felipo is like John around here”.
The conversation dropped off as the girls got tired, they slept for about an hour, and then woke up complaining of full bladders and an intense desire to get off the bus. We were about 45 minutes away from our drop off point, and 10 minutes outside of Rome. In their intense displeasure , they were failing to read the signs along the side of the road which listed the distance and the city about every 2 minutes.
“If we do not get there in ten minutes I am jumping off of this bus”
“I think we have two more hours, we just went through the same toll booth that was near Tuscany”
“They only have one toll booth in Italy?”
“That was the only one I saw on the way there”
“Wernt you sleeping?”
“Only half of the way”
“Oh, then that must be the only one”
“If we have two more hours I am getting off right now”
“Im jumping out the window and getting a taxi”
When we finally arrived at JCU I got off of the bus as fast as I could. Joe, Anne, Kate L and I, in desperate need of a political conversation, went home and made gnocchi. Now, I know I tend to be judgmental, but Anne and Kate tend to be very forgiving of others mental short comings. They too were stunned that over the course of eight hours, these were the only things discussed and there had been no desire shown by any of the girls to talk about something meaningful. If wealth means utter stupidity, maybe I should just give up my dreams of being a princess and be a professor for the rest of my life. At least I will be in good company with intellectual thought. For now it is time to talk about anything intelligent. Ciao.
Meat Man and Other Food Goodies
I have been here for two weeks now, so I think it is an appropriate time to talk about the meat man. Anne and I live across the street from a kosher butcher, that operates Monday through Friday morning. It is a family business where I have seen six or seven men working behind the counter and one woman working the cash register. The first night that we decided to make chicken, Anne and I wandered over to the butcher shop, hoping that our broken Italian could help us obtain half a chicken breast, thinly sliced. When we first walked in there were three older men who were helping customers, one of which eventually took our order and listened with good grace to the American girls who were “butchering” his native tongue. As we went to pay, I decided to attempt to ask for some cooking guidance and asked the woman if she spoke any English. She politely told us no but there was someone in the shop who knew a little. Turning over her shoulder the woman yelled, “Angelo” and we heard from the back something that sounded like “Coming Mama”.
From the back room, in a spotless white apron, appeared a BEAUTIFUL young man. He came around the counter and smiled at the two of us, as we attempted not to gape. In careful English he asked us what we needed and we blundered through a few questions comprised of a smattering of our two languages. To make a long story short, Anne and I basically stumbled over ourselves trying to form the words to our sentences, and remember why we had entered the butcher shop in the first place. Needless to say, we have been back several times.
On our second visit, Angelo was the butcher who greeted us when we first entered. Among a chorus of “ciaos” and “boungiorno’s”, Angelo filled out our order for more chicken and practiced his English by asking us where we were from, did we like Rome, and how long were we going to be in Italy? Finally, he asked if either of us were Jewish. Anne, being a Christian, sadly shook her head no. I however, with a very large grin was overjoyed to confirm that I was in fact one of his “chosen people”. Apparently, every other male member of Angelo’s family had been listening to our conversation and all chimed in with exclamations of “Oh wonderful! A nice Jewish American girl!”. I am sorry to report that nothing could ever take place between Angelo and myself for several reasons including a large language barrier and the simple fact that, at this time, I am not single. However, my mother would be overjoyed if I brought home a nice Jewish boy.
Angelo is not the only tasty treat in Rome. The pizza here is amazing, along with the bread, olive oil, olives, wine, coffee, fresh herbs, and just about everything else. We have taken a liking to a little place that is along our walk on the way to school called Pizza Roma, which has three locations around Rome and one in Fort Lauderdale Florida (go figure). For 1.85 euros I sit down to a square piece of pizza and a bottle of water. Pizza is always cut from a large square pie in the exact amount that you desire, which is nice if you only want a little something when walking around town. Pizza normally has ham, cheese, olives, eggplant, potatoes, zucchini, mushrooms, more cheese, and a few items I have not yet managed to translate.
We walk enough that eating all these wonderful things really has no impact on our weight gain. It is thirty minutes to school every day, and at least thirty minutes everywhere else. While we attempt to take busses and trams around the city of Rome, it is truly more time effective to walk places, as the busses rarely show up on time, or go on a straight route from point a to points b, c, d, or e. They tend to pause at point J, smoke a cigarette, and proceed to point K. This is a rather difficult feat, as neither J nor K exist in the Italian alphabet. Therefore walking is what we do most.
Though more has transpired today regarding some interesting American girls on a bus that Joe, Anne, Kate and I could not help but overhear, I am going to make some gnocchi and sit down with a glass of wine. Ciao!
From the back room, in a spotless white apron, appeared a BEAUTIFUL young man. He came around the counter and smiled at the two of us, as we attempted not to gape. In careful English he asked us what we needed and we blundered through a few questions comprised of a smattering of our two languages. To make a long story short, Anne and I basically stumbled over ourselves trying to form the words to our sentences, and remember why we had entered the butcher shop in the first place. Needless to say, we have been back several times.
On our second visit, Angelo was the butcher who greeted us when we first entered. Among a chorus of “ciaos” and “boungiorno’s”, Angelo filled out our order for more chicken and practiced his English by asking us where we were from, did we like Rome, and how long were we going to be in Italy? Finally, he asked if either of us were Jewish. Anne, being a Christian, sadly shook her head no. I however, with a very large grin was overjoyed to confirm that I was in fact one of his “chosen people”. Apparently, every other male member of Angelo’s family had been listening to our conversation and all chimed in with exclamations of “Oh wonderful! A nice Jewish American girl!”. I am sorry to report that nothing could ever take place between Angelo and myself for several reasons including a large language barrier and the simple fact that, at this time, I am not single. However, my mother would be overjoyed if I brought home a nice Jewish boy.
Angelo is not the only tasty treat in Rome. The pizza here is amazing, along with the bread, olive oil, olives, wine, coffee, fresh herbs, and just about everything else. We have taken a liking to a little place that is along our walk on the way to school called Pizza Roma, which has three locations around Rome and one in Fort Lauderdale Florida (go figure). For 1.85 euros I sit down to a square piece of pizza and a bottle of water. Pizza is always cut from a large square pie in the exact amount that you desire, which is nice if you only want a little something when walking around town. Pizza normally has ham, cheese, olives, eggplant, potatoes, zucchini, mushrooms, more cheese, and a few items I have not yet managed to translate.
We walk enough that eating all these wonderful things really has no impact on our weight gain. It is thirty minutes to school every day, and at least thirty minutes everywhere else. While we attempt to take busses and trams around the city of Rome, it is truly more time effective to walk places, as the busses rarely show up on time, or go on a straight route from point a to points b, c, d, or e. They tend to pause at point J, smoke a cigarette, and proceed to point K. This is a rather difficult feat, as neither J nor K exist in the Italian alphabet. Therefore walking is what we do most.
Though more has transpired today regarding some interesting American girls on a bus that Joe, Anne, Kate and I could not help but overhear, I am going to make some gnocchi and sit down with a glass of wine. Ciao!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
The Usual Italian Morning
Thursday is the last day of the week that I have class and on thursday I only have one class that takes place at 9:30am and lasts till 12:20pm. I arrive with 10 minutes to spare, having rushed my morning and slept very little to arrive on time. There are no class rooms posted for this particular class, because it is one in which students are lead around the city of Rome to learn about its ancient monuments. The first days rooms are posted on the wall when we first enter the school building. At first glance I see that we are in room 1. Then, looking more carefully, I see that the time for just today has been changed to 8 pm. Did I mention that it is my only class of the day? So now, I am sitting in the student lounge, its 9:30, and I have only about 30 minutes of homework with me to do tops. Well, that is the only homework I have, so I really can't complain that much, but I am here and could have slept in! Grrrrr.
Other than the class time change for today, nothing much has changed here. I finally know how to walk in the area around my school and not get lost. I dont know quite how to run to the open track yet to do some intervals, but I have a general idea of where it is from looking on the map and attempting to run there once before. Today Im going to go on my run in that direction again.
Thus far I have not met too many kids from otuside the American U community. It is hard to get other people to hang out with you, as they all hide in their home school groups. There are a few execptions, such as Kate (a friend of Joe/Jeesh's) from his home town, and a few guys and gals from Tulane, who also seemed to show up to this university together. The JCU local students think they are the worlds greatest gift to man kind, and pretend to not speak any english. I don't particularly want to be the person who goes and attempts to make them all warm and fuzzy, but I have managed to get a few of them to open up and share some of their knowledge of Rome. When they learn you arn't going to ask them the best places to get shit faced, they realize you are a real person and talk to you.
Did I mention it rains here? Did I mention it rains alot, randomly, so hard that you are soaked by the time you find your umbrella and open it? I realized this the first time it rained the other day and did not realize that everyone who was outside had moved into local shops to avoid that sudden, brief downpour. I have learned better, and now wear knee high boots, a raid coat, and carry an umbrella. Bring it Rome, I am staying dry! Others in my apartment, have not taken those steps to stay out of the rain, and have gone through an amazing number of pants in the last few days. [We have no dryers here, so everything has to hang out to dry. For jeens, in rainy season, this can take up to 38 hours.] Our washing machiens also take an amazing amount of time to run their cycles. It takes and hour and a half for the thing to put water and soap through my clothing and it only holds about half of what one at home would. Many people are not realizing this till they have no clothes left, and have to wait about a day to have dry things to wear.
For now, it is time for homework. Ciao. Mao.
Other than the class time change for today, nothing much has changed here. I finally know how to walk in the area around my school and not get lost. I dont know quite how to run to the open track yet to do some intervals, but I have a general idea of where it is from looking on the map and attempting to run there once before. Today Im going to go on my run in that direction again.
Thus far I have not met too many kids from otuside the American U community. It is hard to get other people to hang out with you, as they all hide in their home school groups. There are a few execptions, such as Kate (a friend of Joe/Jeesh's) from his home town, and a few guys and gals from Tulane, who also seemed to show up to this university together. The JCU local students think they are the worlds greatest gift to man kind, and pretend to not speak any english. I don't particularly want to be the person who goes and attempts to make them all warm and fuzzy, but I have managed to get a few of them to open up and share some of their knowledge of Rome. When they learn you arn't going to ask them the best places to get shit faced, they realize you are a real person and talk to you.
Did I mention it rains here? Did I mention it rains alot, randomly, so hard that you are soaked by the time you find your umbrella and open it? I realized this the first time it rained the other day and did not realize that everyone who was outside had moved into local shops to avoid that sudden, brief downpour. I have learned better, and now wear knee high boots, a raid coat, and carry an umbrella. Bring it Rome, I am staying dry! Others in my apartment, have not taken those steps to stay out of the rain, and have gone through an amazing number of pants in the last few days. [We have no dryers here, so everything has to hang out to dry. For jeens, in rainy season, this can take up to 38 hours.] Our washing machiens also take an amazing amount of time to run their cycles. It takes and hour and a half for the thing to put water and soap through my clothing and it only holds about half of what one at home would. Many people are not realizing this till they have no clothes left, and have to wait about a day to have dry things to wear.
For now, it is time for homework. Ciao. Mao.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Today is Monday = Class
I woke up this morning, took a nice 30 minute run around the Roman Forums and the Collusem. I took a shower, stopped by a small pizza joint and got lunch for 2.45 Euros. Jumped on a tram, went to the Pantheon, then strolled through the city back to school for an intro class in Greek Civ. Yes, Rome is amazing.
Yesterday I got a pillow for 10 Euros at the local market and basically relaxed for the whole day. I really needed a day with nothing to do. Today is just an into to classes and getting into the mode of being in school again. After last semeter I can do anything. I have to run for now, but I will post something longer later today. Web shots hates me, so that link contains nothing. I will create somthing else by which everyone can see what is going on here.
Ciao
Yesterday I got a pillow for 10 Euros at the local market and basically relaxed for the whole day. I really needed a day with nothing to do. Today is just an into to classes and getting into the mode of being in school again. After last semeter I can do anything. I have to run for now, but I will post something longer later today. Web shots hates me, so that link contains nothing. I will create somthing else by which everyone can see what is going on here.
Ciao
A day late blog... no web access
Today is my 6th day here in Rome. My Italian is expanding slowly considering that I have never taken any classes in the language before. Since today is Sunday, the large street market is taking place just a block away from my apartment. I really am located in the heart of the old city, but lucky to be placed in a modern apartment with a stove that works and hot water that manages to last through five girls and their showers.
Apparently here in Rome there is a problem with mold, so we have to keep our windows open whenever we are home. The only problem with this is that there are many gypsies that break in through said windows and steal all of your belongings, generally while you are sitting in another room. One of the apartments that housed American U. students has already had a break in (near the Vatican) because the girl forgot to bolt the door before going to the ATM across the street from her house. Locking the door here isn’t good enough to keep people out, so many apartments have one to three bolts per door to the place. I am lucky enough that every window here is at least 14 feet off the ground and facing an inner courtyard to the building. If someone gets in the building, good luck jumping up 14 feet without me hearing it.
We have no drying unit for clothing here in Italy, so dry Jeans are a big deal. The washing machine takes a good hour and a half to makes it way from wet, to soap, to clean. Then we have drying racks that we put outside on our small deck (just for clothing) and pray that no one manages to get up there. I have to think long and hard before I put my Jeans in the washing machine because it means they are out of use for at least 30 hours. It was raining sporadically over the last few days so I kept the Jeans inside to dry and that took a good two and a half days.
Two days ago I went to the Coliseum and the Roman Forums. It was amazing. Joe, Leslie and I arrived too late in the day to enter the buildings themselves, but watching the sun set over the old marble structures was well worth the 30 minute walk from my home. Tomorrow I plan to take my run out along the river to the forum to see what it looks like in the morning without tourists.
Now off to the market. I hope to bring home a large cutting board, some fresh basil, garlic, an assortment of herbs, and perhaps find some cute leather boots. (The way you can tell at first glance the locals from the Americans are the leather boots. Americans wear flip flops or tennis shoes, the locals wear leather boots or very nice sneakers.) Send me some emails guys, I do actually have time to respond at least once a day. I am only taking 13 credit hours worth of class and one of them is drawing. Ciao!
Apparently here in Rome there is a problem with mold, so we have to keep our windows open whenever we are home. The only problem with this is that there are many gypsies that break in through said windows and steal all of your belongings, generally while you are sitting in another room. One of the apartments that housed American U. students has already had a break in (near the Vatican) because the girl forgot to bolt the door before going to the ATM across the street from her house. Locking the door here isn’t good enough to keep people out, so many apartments have one to three bolts per door to the place. I am lucky enough that every window here is at least 14 feet off the ground and facing an inner courtyard to the building. If someone gets in the building, good luck jumping up 14 feet without me hearing it.
We have no drying unit for clothing here in Italy, so dry Jeans are a big deal. The washing machine takes a good hour and a half to makes it way from wet, to soap, to clean. Then we have drying racks that we put outside on our small deck (just for clothing) and pray that no one manages to get up there. I have to think long and hard before I put my Jeans in the washing machine because it means they are out of use for at least 30 hours. It was raining sporadically over the last few days so I kept the Jeans inside to dry and that took a good two and a half days.
Two days ago I went to the Coliseum and the Roman Forums. It was amazing. Joe, Leslie and I arrived too late in the day to enter the buildings themselves, but watching the sun set over the old marble structures was well worth the 30 minute walk from my home. Tomorrow I plan to take my run out along the river to the forum to see what it looks like in the morning without tourists.
Now off to the market. I hope to bring home a large cutting board, some fresh basil, garlic, an assortment of herbs, and perhaps find some cute leather boots. (The way you can tell at first glance the locals from the Americans are the leather boots. Americans wear flip flops or tennis shoes, the locals wear leather boots or very nice sneakers.) Send me some emails guys, I do actually have time to respond at least once a day. I am only taking 13 credit hours worth of class and one of them is drawing. Ciao!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Day 4
Alrighty guys, here is the scoop. Forgive me if there are wierd miss spellings in this blog post as this is my first real attempt to use an italian keyboard.
After I arrived in Rome that first day, I began to have extreem culture shock. When I got out of the airport the lady that was taking me to the school got out to stop, deliver some bags to other appartments and take a smoking break while I waited in the car for an hour. The real kicker is that my appartment has 5 girls, all from American U., in two bedrooms. I am lucky enough to have a room mate that demanded that we have the two bedroom, but it is small and cramped. There is a desk wedged against the wall that we cant really use so I have contacted housing about moving it into our almost as small and cramped living room. I personally want a desk to use at some point in this semester, and the housing people try to get us what we need, but my room mates in the triple room do not want me to move my desk into their common space. I eventually talked them into it, but it took some convincing.
Other than the housing things are great. The food here is AMAZING and not that expensive. The other day Anne, Joe, Frank (a guy who lived on our floor at AU, and I all got personal pizzas and split 2 liters of water and a bottle of wine for 6€ a piece. That was the most I have paid for a meal thus far.
Last night we wandered across the river (we live in Trastevere) to visit the campo dei fiori and get some gelato, which was (of course) fantastic. The weather is a little cold but nothing San Franciscan can't handle.
More updates coming soon. I know if I write a wall of text people will not read it.
Ciao!
After I arrived in Rome that first day, I began to have extreem culture shock. When I got out of the airport the lady that was taking me to the school got out to stop, deliver some bags to other appartments and take a smoking break while I waited in the car for an hour. The real kicker is that my appartment has 5 girls, all from American U., in two bedrooms. I am lucky enough to have a room mate that demanded that we have the two bedroom, but it is small and cramped. There is a desk wedged against the wall that we cant really use so I have contacted housing about moving it into our almost as small and cramped living room. I personally want a desk to use at some point in this semester, and the housing people try to get us what we need, but my room mates in the triple room do not want me to move my desk into their common space. I eventually talked them into it, but it took some convincing.
Other than the housing things are great. The food here is AMAZING and not that expensive. The other day Anne, Joe, Frank (a guy who lived on our floor at AU, and I all got personal pizzas and split 2 liters of water and a bottle of wine for 6€ a piece. That was the most I have paid for a meal thus far.
Last night we wandered across the river (we live in Trastevere) to visit the campo dei fiori and get some gelato, which was (of course) fantastic. The weather is a little cold but nothing San Franciscan can't handle.
More updates coming soon. I know if I write a wall of text people will not read it.
Ciao!
Monday, January 15, 2007
I have Arrived
I am currently awake at 5:45 in the morning Rome time. I thought I would be fine with changing the time zones but apperantly the 7 or so hours I slept on the flight from San Francisco to France didnt quite do it for me. Now my internal clock is very VERY confused. I know that most of the time when people blog they write too much and you never know what part to read and then you end up looking at the pictures so I will try to keep these all short and to the point.
When I left for the airport yesterday my parents and I experienced a whole suit case saga in which we attempted to purchase a new one for my journey. The first was too small and the second's handles flew off as soon as we picked it up off the floor. So I ended up with my father's suit case (for which he was none too pleased, as it is a very nice one) and off the airport I went.
I had two flights. One from SFO to Paris and the second from Paris to Rome. Both flights were more or less on time, the food was good, and I managed to get some sleep. Here is a picutre from my view of Paris. I attempted to load about 10 picutres but this fool thing of an internet doesnt want to do it. I am going to have to find a webshots host place for that.
When I arrived in Rome it took me a while to get to the school as I was toted off with the baggage car to make their delivery of suit cases leagle... so... yeah...I landed at 4, got my bags by 4:30, and made it to the school around 6:45. It is a 25 minute drive from the airport (you do the math). Finally I arrived at my appartment (images coming soon). Anne is my room mate an we are living with 3 other girls from American University. Joe is living up the hill from us, about a 5 minute walk away, as is his friend from home named Kate. Other than settling in, all the girls crashed last night. I managed to sleep for about 7 hours, but now I am fully awake. Anywho, that is my first update, more coming your way later. Ciao
When I left for the airport yesterday my parents and I experienced a whole suit case saga in which we attempted to purchase a new one for my journey. The first was too small and the second's handles flew off as soon as we picked it up off the floor. So I ended up with my father's suit case (for which he was none too pleased, as it is a very nice one) and off the airport I went.
I had two flights. One from SFO to Paris and the second from Paris to Rome. Both flights were more or less on time, the food was good, and I managed to get some sleep. Here is a picutre from my view of Paris. I attempted to load about 10 picutres but this fool thing of an internet doesnt want to do it. I am going to have to find a webshots host place for that.
When I arrived in Rome it took me a while to get to the school as I was toted off with the baggage car to make their delivery of suit cases leagle... so... yeah...I landed at 4, got my bags by 4:30, and made it to the school around 6:45. It is a 25 minute drive from the airport (you do the math). Finally I arrived at my appartment (images coming soon). Anne is my room mate an we are living with 3 other girls from American University. Joe is living up the hill from us, about a 5 minute walk away, as is his friend from home named Kate. Other than settling in, all the girls crashed last night. I managed to sleep for about 7 hours, but now I am fully awake. Anywho, that is my first update, more coming your way later. Ciao
Saturday, January 13, 2007
The Night Before
It is the night before I leave for Italy and I am getting my things together, hoping that I am not forgetting anything that I really should take with me. My plane takes off from SFO at 3:30pm from SFO and I will land in Paris 11 hours later. I have a 3 hour lay over in France and then its a 2 hour flight to Rome. When I land JCU students will be at the airport to take us to the campus where we can pick up our appartment keys. From there we will be driven to our respective appartments. Anne will hopefully be my room mate unless JCU screws that up. Anne and Joe will be arriving together earlier in the day so I will meet up with them for the evening and attempt to stay awake long enough to catch a brief glimps of Rome. Other than that not much is happing for the first day of Italy. I will try and post here as often and in as much detail as I can, but being abroad saps the mind, or so I have heard. I will also post a small selection of pictures here so you can get an idea of what it looks like on my adventures around Italy and Rome. For now, its back to packing...
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