I went for a late night stroll the other evening, and I suddenly became totally aware that I had returned to an unfortunate but necessary reality. The constant buzzing of passing vehicles was replaced with the soft ttsshh of breeze blowing through trees. Dark dead-end streets stood in place of the soft glow radiating from streetlights and small cafes. I find myself noticing certain architectural details that I had never before seen. Did I somehow, through the rollercoaster ride that we call Rome, attach myself to the city? As quickly as our time passed there, it was still enough for me to find myself lusting after city life. Only lusting, for I cannot say that I had truly fallen in love. That takes time.
Once again, here I sit, back in my old stomping ground of Auburn. One of my girlfriends and I went to see the new film Angels and Demons today. I got so excited seeing monuments that I walked past, or saw at the very least, daily. I'll miss Rome. Even with all it's negatives. But without the sour things, one would not understand the sweet.
A (souvenir) bottle of Brunello di Montalcino silently awaits for that special occasion to be uncorked and enjoyed. I can only hope that upon the first taste, my mind will be flooded with memories and I'll look back and smile.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
A Barcelona!
Today is the last day I'm to experience Italian sunshine. I have a flight out this evening and will be staying until Wednesday night. I'll let you know how the adventure goes.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sabaudia and Sperlonga Along With One Unfortunate Week
Please forgive the lack of posts lately. We are finally winding down the semester and it seems that it passed all too quickly. This week has been hell. Absolute hell. And the more I look back on it, the more I realize how rough these last two months have been. A learning experience no doubt, but I'll be completely and brutally honest, I'm ready for home. I'm ready for some familiarity and some new faces. But this is not a pity post to tell everyone what a sad disposition I've had as of late, but rather an update on the GOOD things that have ocurred over the past few days.
Last wednesday, my class and I took a treck out to Hadrian's Villa and the Villa D'Este. The weather was perfect. We were in the sunshine all day long. Firstly at Hadrian's Villa, we traced around the steps of his ancient hodgepodge of buildings finally ending in the most famous spaces of the villa, a long rectilinear reflecting pool surrounded by ancient statues. I spent about an hour or so sketching one of my favorite statues there. He was my boyfriend for the day. From here, we took the coach into the small town of Tivoli and ventured to the Villa D'Este. The interior of the home on the villa was decorated with stylized frescoes of which I was truly not a fan. But I could appreciate them. The home had an unsual set up: long implied corridors that connected room to room and a thin rectangular footprint. But the main focus of the villa was the garden. They were a beautiful extent of green manicured bushes butted up next to dramatic fountains. I wish I had my camera this day. I didn't end up purchasing a new one until just a few days ago. (The following five photos are courtesy of Nicole Dennis.)
This past wednesday, we made it out to Sabaudia, a "fascist new town" outside of Rome along side the western coast. This town has turned into a summer resort and getaway for Romans. Unfortunately, I really don't admire fascist architecture so this part of our expedition was a little dull. However, for lunch, we piled on the coach bus and headed towards la mare (the sea). It was incredible to eat a rather mutilated sandwich on the beach. As Anthony Bourdain once said, "everything tastes better barefoot." I rolled up my jeans (not far enough as I found out later) and walked around in the sand. I even braved the water. It was cold, but standable. The sun had decided to stay behind the clouds that day, but it was lovely none the less.
We then piled in the coach, my jeans sandy and wet from my knees down, and headed to our final desitination - Sperlonga. This place was incredible. It was a small medieval village atop an outcrop of land jutting out into the Mediterranean. There were very few cars here for the streets were only wide enough to walk four abreast. But it was as if I were in a maze. The winding streets transformed slowly into staircases that would end abruptly at someone's front door. There were little alleyways covered by someone's apartment that framed a view of the city below. It was beautiful. Simply beautiful. Although, there was a sense of eerie emptiness as I walked down the deserted streets. I came to the conclusion that most of the apartments, judging from the large stacks of mail sitting outside the doorways, were summer homes for neighboring city dwellers. I wouldn't mind having a little summer apartment here. I even took a few pictures of the Vendesi (for sale) signs. (I did this for my folks, just in case they were interested in moving to Italy after they retire. Haha)
Last wednesday, my class and I took a treck out to Hadrian's Villa and the Villa D'Este. The weather was perfect. We were in the sunshine all day long. Firstly at Hadrian's Villa, we traced around the steps of his ancient hodgepodge of buildings finally ending in the most famous spaces of the villa, a long rectilinear reflecting pool surrounded by ancient statues. I spent about an hour or so sketching one of my favorite statues there. He was my boyfriend for the day. From here, we took the coach into the small town of Tivoli and ventured to the Villa D'Este. The interior of the home on the villa was decorated with stylized frescoes of which I was truly not a fan. But I could appreciate them. The home had an unsual set up: long implied corridors that connected room to room and a thin rectangular footprint. But the main focus of the villa was the garden. They were a beautiful extent of green manicured bushes butted up next to dramatic fountains. I wish I had my camera this day. I didn't end up purchasing a new one until just a few days ago. (The following five photos are courtesy of Nicole Dennis.)
This past wednesday, we made it out to Sabaudia, a "fascist new town" outside of Rome along side the western coast. This town has turned into a summer resort and getaway for Romans. Unfortunately, I really don't admire fascist architecture so this part of our expedition was a little dull. However, for lunch, we piled on the coach bus and headed towards la mare (the sea). It was incredible to eat a rather mutilated sandwich on the beach. As Anthony Bourdain once said, "everything tastes better barefoot." I rolled up my jeans (not far enough as I found out later) and walked around in the sand. I even braved the water. It was cold, but standable. The sun had decided to stay behind the clouds that day, but it was lovely none the less.
We then piled in the coach, my jeans sandy and wet from my knees down, and headed to our final desitination - Sperlonga. This place was incredible. It was a small medieval village atop an outcrop of land jutting out into the Mediterranean. There were very few cars here for the streets were only wide enough to walk four abreast. But it was as if I were in a maze. The winding streets transformed slowly into staircases that would end abruptly at someone's front door. There were little alleyways covered by someone's apartment that framed a view of the city below. It was beautiful. Simply beautiful. Although, there was a sense of eerie emptiness as I walked down the deserted streets. I came to the conclusion that most of the apartments, judging from the large stacks of mail sitting outside the doorways, were summer homes for neighboring city dwellers. I wouldn't mind having a little summer apartment here. I even took a few pictures of the Vendesi (for sale) signs. (I did this for my folks, just in case they were interested in moving to Italy after they retire. Haha)
Monday, April 13, 2009
Life in Rome
Interesting article about the alcoholic night life of Rome.
http://reallyrome.com/blog/2007/06/27/drunken-debauchery-in-rome/
Beautiful video of what's called an arrontino. Or a knife sharpener. I've actually heard this man yelling out from the streets. At first, funny enough, I thought it was someone calling out for their lost child. It wasn't until I found this video that I put two and two together. Take a look:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0Hv29Gh5FQ&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Freallyrome%2Ecom%2Fblog%2F&feature=player_embedded
http://reallyrome.com/blog/2007/06/27/drunken-debauchery-in-rome/
Beautiful video of what's called an arrontino. Or a knife sharpener. I've actually heard this man yelling out from the streets. At first, funny enough, I thought it was someone calling out for their lost child. It wasn't until I found this video that I put two and two together. Take a look:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0Hv29Gh5FQ&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Freallyrome%2Ecom%2Fblog%2F&feature=player_embedded
Sunday, April 12, 2009
A Day in the Sun
Firstly, Happy Easter everyone! Today has been rather slow, but in the best way possible. Three of us made our way to the Pamphili Gardens atop the Genicolo Hill. It was quite a sight to behold. I saw one of the most incredible vistas out across the Roman cityscape. I'm not feeling well so I'm cutting this post short. I'm afraid I'm fighting a bit of a cold. I guess it's about that time of year; things are blooming and the temperature is changing. I hope to have a better report soon.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Earthquake
Just so everyone knows up front and foremost, I AM ALIVE AND A. OK. Hope this clears up an initial questions you may have. Oddly enough, my roomates and I slept through the whole thing. And to be completely honest, you all probably know more about what's going on than we do. News is not readily accessible (in english) here so that makes things a little difficult. As far as we know the death toll is over 200 but in a small town outside of Rome, L'Aquila. Yes, the effects were felt here. Many of my classmates said they awoke startled and udderly befuddled. A friend of mine stated that it was a similar sensation to being completely and overly intoxicated, but he hadn't had anything to drink that evening. Just today, believe it or not, there was a aftershock wave that occured roughly around 7.30. I had just returned home from a run and a small, forshortened (will explain later) yoga session in Circo Massimo. I had taken a seat at the kitchen table with my computer, contently checking my email, facebook, and whatnot when the table began to sway. I though at first it was my roomate typing or writing causing the table to shake, but I look over and she was doing neither and the shaking continued. I thought too that maybe I was a little dizzy from my run, but then realized that the clothes hanging to dry were swaying and I was moving slightly to and fro. It was as if I was on an old suspension bridge and someone on the other side started to swing it back and forth. Make sense? It didn't last more than 5 to 10 seconds, but even within that short period of time, it made me feel nauseus. It was not a pleasant experience to say the least. A little nerve-wracking as well when I suddenly heard concerned voices in the stairwell. Did the neighbors know something we didn't? Either way, it was a thrilling experience and nothing bad came from it. We're all still in one piece.
Just a quick aside about the shortened yoga session... I was minding my own business, did a lap or two around Circo Massimo, and picked a grassy spot to do a few sun salutations (yoga series of stretches). After about three rounds in, a dog comes three feet from where I stood, squated, and took an enormous crap. I couldn't help but laugh about it. I packed up my sweatshirt and did a couple more rounds around the circus and headed home.
Tomorrow we are once again heading out of Rome. More to come. Goodnight for now.
Just a quick aside about the shortened yoga session... I was minding my own business, did a lap or two around Circo Massimo, and picked a grassy spot to do a few sun salutations (yoga series of stretches). After about three rounds in, a dog comes three feet from where I stood, squated, and took an enormous crap. I couldn't help but laugh about it. I packed up my sweatshirt and did a couple more rounds around the circus and headed home.
Tomorrow we are once again heading out of Rome. More to come. Goodnight for now.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
DivinPeccato
Divin Peccato - essentially "Divine Sin". I've marked today as the day I've experienced the best meal in Italy yet. I've made a local friend here who has helped me out with the purse situation and has showed me some of the in's and out's of Italian culture. Because I was here for the weekend by my lonesome, he took me out for wine last night. We split a bottle of Brunello di Montalcino, a beautifully flavorful red wine, not too dry, and gets better with every sip. I've done a little bit of researching about this wine and it's extremely well known as well as pricey. There's been a bit of scandal behind it as well. If you're interested, check the Wikipedia link below to read more:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brunello_di_Montalcino
We met in Piazza Navona and made our way to Campo dei Fiori, a central hub for bar night life. It's a completely pedestrian area surrounded by bars and ristoranti. We found a lively little wine bar whose menu, strangely enough, didn't actually have any wine. But my friend negotiated a bottle of Brunello down by ten euro. We sat for a couple hours, chatted, and people watched (a special, perfected Italian skill). He introduced me to a Tuscan cigar. Long and thin in comparison to the cigaro cubano that I have grown accustomed to smoking. But deliciously flavorful nonetheless.
Today began around noon, finally convincing myself to roll out of bed. We went to lunch today and as I said before, this was by far, no holds bar, the best meal I've had in Italy, if not ever. It began with a complimentary flute of proseco (spelling?), a light, fruity, sparkling white wine. A delicious way to cleanse the palatte. Once again, my friend ordered us a bottle of wine. He's two for two on the amazing wine selection scale. We settled on white since both of us were in the mood for piatti di mare (I really hope I spelled that right) or a seafood plate. The first dish brought out was a plate of mussels and clams swimming in an incredible garlic, parsley, and lemon sauce. It wasn't oily like a lot of seafood dishes can be, for it wasn't swimming in a butter sauce. I had never had mussels before, but I must say, I'm hooked. The dish was incredible. After attempting to soak up as much of the sauce with bread as we could, our main pasta dishes followed. My friend had a lobster pasta with half a lobster that was later dubbed "Marvin." I ordered a pasta with calamari and olives. It had bits of tomato and covered in bread crumbs to give it an unbelievable texture. After the two dishes AND the wine (can't forget about that one. It complimented the meal perfectly), I was grinning like an idiot. I was in food heaven. We decided on a dessert, but the server gave us his recommendation of an apple tart with honey and somehow the two are (stored?) near hay that gives it a completely new depth of flavor. The plate was brought out and I dove in. I think I heard angels from the near by St. Peter's Basilica singing when I took the first bite. It was heaven on a plate. And to get back to DivinPeccato, the name of the ristorante, I've learned that it truly is a sin to eat that well.
After all that has happened within the past couple weeks, things have finally taken a turn for the better. Maybe just for this weekend. But nevertheless, I had a fun-filled adventured of a weekend and hopefully there will be a repeat in the future.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brunello_di_Montalcino
We met in Piazza Navona and made our way to Campo dei Fiori, a central hub for bar night life. It's a completely pedestrian area surrounded by bars and ristoranti. We found a lively little wine bar whose menu, strangely enough, didn't actually have any wine. But my friend negotiated a bottle of Brunello down by ten euro. We sat for a couple hours, chatted, and people watched (a special, perfected Italian skill). He introduced me to a Tuscan cigar. Long and thin in comparison to the cigaro cubano that I have grown accustomed to smoking. But deliciously flavorful nonetheless.
Today began around noon, finally convincing myself to roll out of bed. We went to lunch today and as I said before, this was by far, no holds bar, the best meal I've had in Italy, if not ever. It began with a complimentary flute of proseco (spelling?), a light, fruity, sparkling white wine. A delicious way to cleanse the palatte. Once again, my friend ordered us a bottle of wine. He's two for two on the amazing wine selection scale. We settled on white since both of us were in the mood for piatti di mare (I really hope I spelled that right) or a seafood plate. The first dish brought out was a plate of mussels and clams swimming in an incredible garlic, parsley, and lemon sauce. It wasn't oily like a lot of seafood dishes can be, for it wasn't swimming in a butter sauce. I had never had mussels before, but I must say, I'm hooked. The dish was incredible. After attempting to soak up as much of the sauce with bread as we could, our main pasta dishes followed. My friend had a lobster pasta with half a lobster that was later dubbed "Marvin." I ordered a pasta with calamari and olives. It had bits of tomato and covered in bread crumbs to give it an unbelievable texture. After the two dishes AND the wine (can't forget about that one. It complimented the meal perfectly), I was grinning like an idiot. I was in food heaven. We decided on a dessert, but the server gave us his recommendation of an apple tart with honey and somehow the two are (stored?) near hay that gives it a completely new depth of flavor. The plate was brought out and I dove in. I think I heard angels from the near by St. Peter's Basilica singing when I took the first bite. It was heaven on a plate. And to get back to DivinPeccato, the name of the ristorante, I've learned that it truly is a sin to eat that well.
After all that has happened within the past couple weeks, things have finally taken a turn for the better. Maybe just for this weekend. But nevertheless, I had a fun-filled adventured of a weekend and hopefully there will be a repeat in the future.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I Dug My Toes in the Sand.
Another weekend spent alone. However, unlike two weekends ago, I decided to actually do something with my time here. Rome is finally beginning to see spring, with temperatures reaching 16 and 17 degrees C. Although there are a few clouds out, some appearing rather threatening, it's sunny, breezy, and finally comfortable for the most part. I headed to Lido di Ostia today (the Roman beach). I'm presently sitting on an old, algea covered, concrete who knows what with my toes burried in the sand, listening to the waves. (Yes, this was written on paper before typed). Occasionally, a boat may pass causing the waves to wash over my feet. It's obviously not summer; the water can't be over 65 degress F. But nevertheless, I made it to the Mediterranean. I packed my lunch today, the usual sandwich of salami and spinach, sans hard boiled uove (egg). I even packed a small plastic bottle of my favorite cheap vino rosso. The beach is pleasantly deserted, leaving me to my thoughts. Fortunately for my class and me, we were given a month long metro/bus pass. There just so happens to be a metro line running all the way to Ostia. Essentially, tuition paid for an unlimited amount of beach trips. Maybe one night I can come out here (Ostia) for some fantastic seafood. I've been feeling some shrimp lately.
The water here is comparable to that of the Atlantic: cold until summer, a little murky, and the occasional batch of seaweed. But I can't complain. I'm getting some sun and relaxing for a bit. It's a good thing too. Our month long architecture project begins next week.
This next week, my class is taking an excusion to the crypts and ancient circus below St. Peter's Basilica. I cannot tell you how tremendously excited I am about partaking in this event. I've studied a bit about this area. It's layered and littered with ancient history.
I forgot to mention the shells here. They are completely intact. All of them. I guess this is due to the lack of drastic changing of tides unlike the Atlantic.
This week has been rather slow. After the presentations of the charrette projects, we pretty much had the rest of the week off with the exception of the drawing class. My British friend came back into town this week (remember me telling you about the group Nicole and I ran into a few weeks ago at the Trevi Fountain?). We grabbed some beers and relaxed in a piazza one evening. It's pretty exciting that I've made some international connections. Strange but still exciting. I met a girl on the bus today named Rebecca. She's from Delaware and studied in Rome for a semester. She's now studying in Milan but in Rome for the weekend. She says she misses Rome tremendously. Milan, as she tells me, has become so westernized while Rome still maintains a mediterranean feel. She helped me find my way to the train station, oddly enough. It was such a mess due to some concert/march/protest/who knows what all the red hats and banners were. Either way, I made it Piramide so I could change to the S. Paulo stop in oder to make it to Ostia. It was refreshing to stumble across someone who spoke English and Italian so she could easily ask why the busses weren't running normally. Just makes me crave to learn italian that much more.
I've tried Italian gum for the first time today. Tastes like peppermind but has the consistancy of a chewed starburst. Fantastic.
I've been so frustrated with myself lately. Things haven't been going in my favor but it seems when I have more work, I feel more focussed, more together, and not strewn all over the city.
Tonight is hamburger night! I went to the store this morning and found the cheapest hamburger meat and buns I could find. For a total of maybe three euros, I've got two patties and two fantastic oil rolls. I even got some chips to go with it. Now if only I could find some baked beans. I'm ready for my siesta!
The water here is comparable to that of the Atlantic: cold until summer, a little murky, and the occasional batch of seaweed. But I can't complain. I'm getting some sun and relaxing for a bit. It's a good thing too. Our month long architecture project begins next week.
This next week, my class is taking an excusion to the crypts and ancient circus below St. Peter's Basilica. I cannot tell you how tremendously excited I am about partaking in this event. I've studied a bit about this area. It's layered and littered with ancient history.
I forgot to mention the shells here. They are completely intact. All of them. I guess this is due to the lack of drastic changing of tides unlike the Atlantic.
This week has been rather slow. After the presentations of the charrette projects, we pretty much had the rest of the week off with the exception of the drawing class. My British friend came back into town this week (remember me telling you about the group Nicole and I ran into a few weeks ago at the Trevi Fountain?). We grabbed some beers and relaxed in a piazza one evening. It's pretty exciting that I've made some international connections. Strange but still exciting. I met a girl on the bus today named Rebecca. She's from Delaware and studied in Rome for a semester. She's now studying in Milan but in Rome for the weekend. She says she misses Rome tremendously. Milan, as she tells me, has become so westernized while Rome still maintains a mediterranean feel. She helped me find my way to the train station, oddly enough. It was such a mess due to some concert/march/protest/who knows what all the red hats and banners were. Either way, I made it Piramide so I could change to the S. Paulo stop in oder to make it to Ostia. It was refreshing to stumble across someone who spoke English and Italian so she could easily ask why the busses weren't running normally. Just makes me crave to learn italian that much more.
I've tried Italian gum for the first time today. Tastes like peppermind but has the consistancy of a chewed starburst. Fantastic.
I've been so frustrated with myself lately. Things haven't been going in my favor but it seems when I have more work, I feel more focussed, more together, and not strewn all over the city.
Tonight is hamburger night! I went to the store this morning and found the cheapest hamburger meat and buns I could find. For a total of maybe three euros, I've got two patties and two fantastic oil rolls. I even got some chips to go with it. Now if only I could find some baked beans. I'm ready for my siesta!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Can It Get Worse?
Yes, I love Rome. I keep telling myself this. But I honestly do. Unfortunately, it just seems like I can't catch a break. It's been one thing after the other lately. First, my credit card was cancelled. Second, a week long charrette that has kept me up late at night this whole week (although it was nice to have some work to focus on). Third, just friday night, my purse has up and disappeared. I have no one to blame for this but myself and my lack of attention. I arrived home without my bag. This contained the following: my camera, my driver's license, my check card, my insurance card, my huge set of keys, chapstick, and some other odds and ends. I'm baffled at my stupidity. Other than that, things are going well. My group for the charrette has worked well together. We're a group of four, me being the only female. There's Bart and Joel from University of Arkansas and Nick from Philidelphia University. It's been quite an experience learning about other schools mindsets. More photos to come (I hope...)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Italian Weaknesses
I expected myself to gain a tremendous amount of weight while I was here in Europe. Suprisingly, I don't believe that will happen due to walking as much as I do as well as practicing yoga and running regularly. All this was true until now. I have found myself hooked on these simple shortbread like cookies.
Inexpensive, not too sweet, little o's that tantelize anyone who tries to resist. Approach this bag of goodies with caution because there is truly no turning back. One thing I have been able to resist, but not well, is Nutella. Why is it that when one comes to Europe it's as if they have never seen it before? It's readily available in the states! Due to my new found love of these chocolate hazelnut spread, I will come back with a cute pink panther souvenir Nutella jar. Not a bad deal. Another thing... Soda, I went without it for weeks. I had stopped drinking it even before I left the states. But sometimes sometimes, unfortunately, one just gets a craving for that tangy, bubbly, not so great for you chemical concoction. I settled for an inexpensive orange soda. In comparison to sodas in the US, these are no where near as sweet. It's rather refreshing not to be overcome by some sugar rush after you take a swig.
Just the other night, Nicole and I went out to dinner before hitting the town to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. We settled on a restaurant that we had been to before for a free joint dinner with the University of Arkansas students. The food the first time was excellent. But the second was unbelievable. Nicole and I decided we had to have the plate of fried vegetables again. After splitting that, our main dishes were both pasta. Mine was incedible. I was definitely in the mood for something a little different than say spaghetti or rotini noodles, so I ordered Risotto agli Spinaci, which I'm sure all of you can figure out is spinach risotto. It was unbelievable. Something I will definitely attempt to repeat (I doubt I can even come close). But tonight will consist of the usual, pasta tossed in sauteed garlic and basil with some red pepper flakes and a little salt. I may mix it up a little bit and saute down some onions. Haven't had those beauties in a while.
A presto
Inexpensive, not too sweet, little o's that tantelize anyone who tries to resist. Approach this bag of goodies with caution because there is truly no turning back. One thing I have been able to resist, but not well, is Nutella. Why is it that when one comes to Europe it's as if they have never seen it before? It's readily available in the states! Due to my new found love of these chocolate hazelnut spread, I will come back with a cute pink panther souvenir Nutella jar. Not a bad deal. Another thing... Soda, I went without it for weeks. I had stopped drinking it even before I left the states. But sometimes sometimes, unfortunately, one just gets a craving for that tangy, bubbly, not so great for you chemical concoction. I settled for an inexpensive orange soda. In comparison to sodas in the US, these are no where near as sweet. It's rather refreshing not to be overcome by some sugar rush after you take a swig.
Just the other night, Nicole and I went out to dinner before hitting the town to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. We settled on a restaurant that we had been to before for a free joint dinner with the University of Arkansas students. The food the first time was excellent. But the second was unbelievable. Nicole and I decided we had to have the plate of fried vegetables again. After splitting that, our main dishes were both pasta. Mine was incedible. I was definitely in the mood for something a little different than say spaghetti or rotini noodles, so I ordered Risotto agli Spinaci, which I'm sure all of you can figure out is spinach risotto. It was unbelievable. Something I will definitely attempt to repeat (I doubt I can even come close). But tonight will consist of the usual, pasta tossed in sauteed garlic and basil with some red pepper flakes and a little salt. I may mix it up a little bit and saute down some onions. Haven't had those beauties in a while.
A presto
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I Plan on Framing This One.
I forgot to post this the day we went to the Spanish Steps and watched the sunset. I'm rather proud of how this photograph turned out. Taken with my 35mm Digital Camera. Nothing too fancy but the picture turned out spectacularly. (St. Peter's Basilica is the "small" dome on the left)
Lonely in Roma
I'm here in the apartment for a few days by myself. And unfortunately, this is the time that one tends to get a little homesick. But, I've managed to find plenty of full length movies on youtube, and I even did a little shopping today (window shopping that is). All of my roomates as well as most eveyone else in the program has packed they're bags and headed out. Unfortunately, most of what they were interested in doing, did not fit my budget. Either that, or they could have cared less whether or not I came and therefore, I wasn't invited. One group is spending the whole weekend travelling from Venice, to a couple of the hill towns, to Florence, and then back to Rome. The other groups I know are heading to Florence, and many are staying the whole weekend. Sadly, I had no desire to go to Venice. And while Florence was enticing, no one seemed to want to take a day trip there and come back later that same evening. I guess I was just out of luck. But on the brighter side, I just put money towards a trip that one of the studio managers is heading up. It's a small beach getaway down to Naples and we'll be staying in Villa there as well as seeing the island of Capri. Because food expenses are rather slim here and I haven't eaten out much at all, I've been able to save up a little bit to spend on this trip.
This past week has been a little hectic. We had two projects due on Tuesday, both of which went well. It was our first late night in Rome; bedtime comes around 10 or 11 and we didn't turn the lights off until 1.30 or so. Yesterday was spent outside of Rome in the ancient port town of Ostica Antica. It was reachable by a thirty minute ride on the train, and is only a few train stops away from the beach. This may become a weekend destination. We have monthly passes for the train and subway systems that allow access for all of the month of March and April. Ostica was quite the change from Rome. As soon as we stepped out of the train stop and began our short walk down the road, I could smell flowers and hear birds. Only the occasional scooter interupted the sound of the breeze. It was such a relief.
It was by far one of the prettiest days we've had since we first arrived. The breeze was blowing and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. It was a bit warmer than usual but still a little brisk at times. This port town was beautifully planned, with apartments, shops, and storage facilities. Truth be told, the set up of the apartment homes centered around a courtyard is still a successful plan in use today.
Not sure what this weekend holds in store for me. I know I'll be doing a lot of cooking to keep myself busy and maybe go shopping a bit more tomorrow.
This past week has been a little hectic. We had two projects due on Tuesday, both of which went well. It was our first late night in Rome; bedtime comes around 10 or 11 and we didn't turn the lights off until 1.30 or so. Yesterday was spent outside of Rome in the ancient port town of Ostica Antica. It was reachable by a thirty minute ride on the train, and is only a few train stops away from the beach. This may become a weekend destination. We have monthly passes for the train and subway systems that allow access for all of the month of March and April. Ostica was quite the change from Rome. As soon as we stepped out of the train stop and began our short walk down the road, I could smell flowers and hear birds. Only the occasional scooter interupted the sound of the breeze. It was such a relief.
It was by far one of the prettiest days we've had since we first arrived. The breeze was blowing and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. It was a bit warmer than usual but still a little brisk at times. This port town was beautifully planned, with apartments, shops, and storage facilities. Truth be told, the set up of the apartment homes centered around a courtyard is still a successful plan in use today.
Not sure what this weekend holds in store for me. I know I'll be doing a lot of cooking to keep myself busy and maybe go shopping a bit more tomorrow.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
I Saw Stars in Roma
Hello all. Today was a lot of walking. A LOT of walking. But I've come to find that is how you really get to know the city. One seems to stumble across some of the most incredible things while simply strolling. Nicole and I made our way up to the Piazza del Quirinale once again to get a little work done for our project coming up next week. On the walk east on the Strada Pia, we were fortunate enough to venture into one of my favorite churches (at least judging from photographs I had seen) San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane. It is beautifully Baroque and words cannot describe the wonder of this space. The doors opened as we followed in a tour group of American students. As my eyes came to the ceiling, tears literally welled up in my eyes. Soft white light reflected from the hand carved stone statues. Strangely enough, being inside this chapel felt like a cradle. It is meant to swaddle and comfort. I cannot tell you how much I love this space. I was in so much shock that I didn't want to ruin it by taking pictures, but expect some soon.
From here were walked down to the Porta Pia, the eastern gate into the city designed by Michelangelo. From here, we walked to the Corso, one of the major shopping districts in Rome and one of the three streets leading off of the Piazza del Popolo. I forced myself to resist buying anything, but nevertheless I was tempted.
From here were walked down to the Porta Pia, the eastern gate into the city designed by Michelangelo. From here, we walked to the Corso, one of the major shopping districts in Rome and one of the three streets leading off of the Piazza del Popolo. I forced myself to resist buying anything, but nevertheless I was tempted.
A Run Along the Tivere
I went on a run this morning along the Tivere. And I get to do this multiple times a week. I am truly blessed.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Series of Unusual Events
Ok. To continue where I left off from the previous blog...
Early Tuesday evening was spent at our professors' apartment where cheese and crackers and wine were provided. Ten bottles later, we decided it was a good time to head out. A few of us were rather hungry so we headed to a local pizzaria. One of my girlfriends told us of this place near her apartment and she had become familiar with one of the servers. After ordering pizza, water, and two desserts for all three of us, we were all fat and happy. I'm not sure how long we stayed at the restaurant, but it closed with our table still full. We started to make plans with the waiter to go out to a discotec. I used a rather butchered mix of Italian, Spanish, and English, but it seemed to get my point across. Before we knew it, techno music starting thumping through the dining room and a weird colored stobe light managed to make its appearence. I can only laugh about this bizarre experience.
Wednesday was dedicated to personal study and exploration throughout the city. Nicole and I headed to the Quirinale (Quirinale Hill, home to one of the major seats of government). It was quite a hike from out apartment, but after jumping on one bus, we quickly made our way. After reaching the top of the hill and observing the activity of the piazza, we noticed police had begun to block off the plaza to public foot traffic. We thought this slightly bizarre and soon after, were asked to step outside the plaza. Locals and tourists alike began to queue up behind the barriers so Nicole and I decided it might be a good idea to stick around and see what might be going on. We were fortunate enough to see an extensive changing of the guards ceremony.
From here, we continued on to a small nearby garden and took advantage of the ample sunshine and benches to take a break from the city. It was getting later in the afternoon and we decided it was probably a good idea to head home. On our way back through the winding Roman roads, suddenly Nicole grabs my arm as we passed an alley. She says sternly,"we're going this way." To my confusion, I agreed. As soon as I set eyes on what was ahead, I gasped. We had somehow stumbled upon the Trevi Fountain. It was swarmed with tourists (obviously). As we entered into the piazza outfront of the fountain, I heard the familiar chanting of a Rugby song. I grinned and walked briskly in the direction of the song in hopes to meet some Rugby players. After finding out that they really didn't speak english, we settled on people watching for a while. Strangely enough, a group of British men came up next to us and struck up a conversation. Turns out they were the city to watch the Roma vs. Arsenal "futbol" match. They invited the two of us to grab a beer with them, and we figured "what the heck?" Live a little. I'm always up for making friends. We walked to the nearby Pantheon and found a little cafe and our group of ten or so sat down and enjoyed some Peronis (Italian brand of beer). Come to find out one of the gentlemen is a developer out of Dubai. He politely asked Nicole and I to send him over some of our work. We were grinning from ear to ear with excitement. We had a blast just sitting around chatting, singing obnoxiously, and laughing with this group of folks. It was nice to be surrounding by people speaking english for a bit.
Today was slow. That's all there is to it. I was exhausted all day and haven't been feeling up to par, but such is life I suppose. I'll be heading off to bed shortly and waking up in the morning and heading to the local market to restock the fridge. Should have some exciting stories about the upcoming weekend!
Early Tuesday evening was spent at our professors' apartment where cheese and crackers and wine were provided. Ten bottles later, we decided it was a good time to head out. A few of us were rather hungry so we headed to a local pizzaria. One of my girlfriends told us of this place near her apartment and she had become familiar with one of the servers. After ordering pizza, water, and two desserts for all three of us, we were all fat and happy. I'm not sure how long we stayed at the restaurant, but it closed with our table still full. We started to make plans with the waiter to go out to a discotec. I used a rather butchered mix of Italian, Spanish, and English, but it seemed to get my point across. Before we knew it, techno music starting thumping through the dining room and a weird colored stobe light managed to make its appearence. I can only laugh about this bizarre experience.
Wednesday was dedicated to personal study and exploration throughout the city. Nicole and I headed to the Quirinale (Quirinale Hill, home to one of the major seats of government). It was quite a hike from out apartment, but after jumping on one bus, we quickly made our way. After reaching the top of the hill and observing the activity of the piazza, we noticed police had begun to block off the plaza to public foot traffic. We thought this slightly bizarre and soon after, were asked to step outside the plaza. Locals and tourists alike began to queue up behind the barriers so Nicole and I decided it might be a good idea to stick around and see what might be going on. We were fortunate enough to see an extensive changing of the guards ceremony.
From here, we continued on to a small nearby garden and took advantage of the ample sunshine and benches to take a break from the city. It was getting later in the afternoon and we decided it was probably a good idea to head home. On our way back through the winding Roman roads, suddenly Nicole grabs my arm as we passed an alley. She says sternly,"we're going this way." To my confusion, I agreed. As soon as I set eyes on what was ahead, I gasped. We had somehow stumbled upon the Trevi Fountain. It was swarmed with tourists (obviously). As we entered into the piazza outfront of the fountain, I heard the familiar chanting of a Rugby song. I grinned and walked briskly in the direction of the song in hopes to meet some Rugby players. After finding out that they really didn't speak english, we settled on people watching for a while. Strangely enough, a group of British men came up next to us and struck up a conversation. Turns out they were the city to watch the Roma vs. Arsenal "futbol" match. They invited the two of us to grab a beer with them, and we figured "what the heck?" Live a little. I'm always up for making friends. We walked to the nearby Pantheon and found a little cafe and our group of ten or so sat down and enjoyed some Peronis (Italian brand of beer). Come to find out one of the gentlemen is a developer out of Dubai. He politely asked Nicole and I to send him over some of our work. We were grinning from ear to ear with excitement. We had a blast just sitting around chatting, singing obnoxiously, and laughing with this group of folks. It was nice to be surrounding by people speaking english for a bit.
Today was slow. That's all there is to it. I was exhausted all day and haven't been feeling up to par, but such is life I suppose. I'll be heading off to bed shortly and waking up in the morning and heading to the local market to restock the fridge. Should have some exciting stories about the upcoming weekend!
A Series of Unusual Events
I apologize for my lack of punctuality and not writing as frequently. Classes have started and most of my day is committed to studio and the like. But as the name suggests, this week has been a whirlwind of activities. So I'll commence from the beginning.
Monday started early, as most of our days do. (We have now deduced why Italians are so found and proud of their coffees. It's simply because they stay up late and get up early. Caffeine is the life blood around here.) We met at the Rome Center, one of the two venues for classes. Here we were introduced to our first instructor who will be with us for a two week period. Our task is to focus on the work of Pope Sixtus V and to retrace and analyze a portion of his urban plan in Rome. More on that later. Lunches are spent in the Piazza Navona. It's a very short distance from both the Rome Center and the studio apartments. Our italian class met for the first time and I'm beginning to pick up some of the language. Italian class is followed by studio and here, we are focussing on the analyzation of the subject of our choosing. As of now, I'm going to be looking into sitting space and the effect it has on the popularity of a space such as a piazza or a courtyard. It may come to include the changes of space and the way it shifts throughout the day. That evening, we had a free dinner at a local restaurant near the Rome Center. It was supposed to be a mixer type dinner, with both the University of Arkansas and Auburn University students eating together, but somehow, like an awkward middle school dance, the the girls sat together with familiar faces and the gentlemen followed suit. But it was a free meal, and as a broke college student, I can't complain. The meal itself was fantastic. Course after course after course came pouring out of the kitchen. I hadn't eaten that much food since I landed in Rome. All of it was pheonominal.
Onward to Tuesday. Our class met at the base of the Spanish Steps and proceeded on a (ver unorganized) tour of some of Sixtus V's work. Seeing the steps in the morning was a wonderful experience. Mostly due to the extent of working people making their way around in their designer suits and handbags. We made it to the top of the steps and behold, an unbelievable view of the city.
Monday started early, as most of our days do. (We have now deduced why Italians are so found and proud of their coffees. It's simply because they stay up late and get up early. Caffeine is the life blood around here.) We met at the Rome Center, one of the two venues for classes. Here we were introduced to our first instructor who will be with us for a two week period. Our task is to focus on the work of Pope Sixtus V and to retrace and analyze a portion of his urban plan in Rome. More on that later. Lunches are spent in the Piazza Navona. It's a very short distance from both the Rome Center and the studio apartments. Our italian class met for the first time and I'm beginning to pick up some of the language. Italian class is followed by studio and here, we are focussing on the analyzation of the subject of our choosing. As of now, I'm going to be looking into sitting space and the effect it has on the popularity of a space such as a piazza or a courtyard. It may come to include the changes of space and the way it shifts throughout the day. That evening, we had a free dinner at a local restaurant near the Rome Center. It was supposed to be a mixer type dinner, with both the University of Arkansas and Auburn University students eating together, but somehow, like an awkward middle school dance, the the girls sat together with familiar faces and the gentlemen followed suit. But it was a free meal, and as a broke college student, I can't complain. The meal itself was fantastic. Course after course after course came pouring out of the kitchen. I hadn't eaten that much food since I landed in Rome. All of it was pheonominal.
Onward to Tuesday. Our class met at the base of the Spanish Steps and proceeded on a (ver unorganized) tour of some of Sixtus V's work. Seeing the steps in the morning was a wonderful experience. Mostly due to the extent of working people making their way around in their designer suits and handbags. We made it to the top of the steps and behold, an unbelievable view of the city.
Our tour continued the intersecting streets of the Quattro Fontane (Four Foutains). On one of these corners is my favorite churches that we have studied thus far - San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane. It's an absolutely stunning example of Baroque architecture and I have yet to have the opportunity to venture inside. That will probably be a task for tomorrow. After passing the Four Fountains, our final destination was to be Santa Maria Maggiorre, a basilica atop one of the seven hills in Rome. A very Baroque facade masked beautiful mosaics covering the back wall of an upper balcony. We were fortunate enough to get a tour to the upper floor and into the pope's reading room. It was a truly beautiful space.
More to come...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Coloseo in the Sunshine
Today was the only day of our weekend, and was it a good one. The weather was close to perfect, a little cool in the shade, but the breeze was blowing and the sky was a perfect shade of blue. Unlike back home, Rome's humidity tends to stay pretty low unless, obviously, it's raining. It seemed like everyone was out today. It was a little warmer than yesterday and because it's Sunday, everyone was relaxing, preparing for the week ahead.
Our morning started out a little later than usual. I finally had the opportunity to sleep in. I managed to sleep until 11 and I had gone to bed a little past midnight. It felt lovely. But upon waking this morning, come to find out our toilet button was "broken". Here in Europe, unlike the states, there's a button on the wall directly behind the toilet that one pushes to start the flushing mechanism. The cavity, normally behind American toilets, is moved up the wall, almost to the point of needing a ladder to reach it. But either way, the button used to flush had gotten stuck in the wall, so our business just had to wait. My roomates and I sat around waiting for the repairman to show, but no such luck and we were running out of time to spend at the Coloseo (Colosseum). Finally we decided to pack up our things and head out.
We managed to do two huge loops, once through an unknown area of town and the second through the Jewish ghetto. The latter of the two turned out to be a rather beneficial venture for it is filled with restaurant after restaurant; all of which smell incredible. I will definitely be convincing some people to go over there for lunch or dinner one day. After our immense loops around from the Tivere (Tiber River) and back again, we finally made it to the Coloseo. It stood beautifully against the blue (almost) cloudless sky. We ran into the rest of our group while making our way around the interior. It's hard to piece together what a sight this must have been. I guess it's comparable to the football stadiums of today. What's even harder to imagine, is the means of constructing such a colossal monument. No cranes, no jack hammers, just back breaking, labor intensive work.
Only the first and second livello (levels) are open to the public. The carcere (the underground stalls where both gladiators and beasts were held) are unavailable unless through private tour (I'm assuming).
Because the heat and sunshine were so hard to pass up today, Nicole and I headed to the Circo Massimo (Circus Maximus). It is now a green field with long gravel pathways lining each side. This was orginally, as the name states, a circus. A Roman circus was originally the venue for chariot races and foot races, hence the long, eliptical shape. Where seating once was, is now covered in a green, very fresh scented weed. It is smack in the middle of a high traffic area, but it serves somehow as a wonderful hiatus from the rush of the city. There were Italians and tourists alike, a few people on Segways (why?), children playing a referreed game of tag, a few people playing soccer, a couple getting a little too friendly, and then there was Nicole and me just enjoying the sunshine.
Today was overall relaxing and a nice change of pace. I've gotten some much needed sun on my face, but I believe I'm slightly dehydrated from all of this. A headache is about to send me to bed.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I Walked in the Footsteps of Ancient Political Greatness.
I believe I have finally adjusted to the 7 hour time change. Last night consisted of a wonderful 7.5 hours of sleep. The previous night was interrupted by a two hour session of italian MtV. It was a little rough. But last night was glorious. The beds, unfortunately, are not like the cloud of a mattress I have at home, but when you're exhausted from a day of trecking around Roma, any warm place to lay down can be considered a bed.
This morning began a little earlier; we weren't sure how long it would take to get to the meeting spot so we anticipated an extra 15 minutes. We met the class around 9 at the Campidoglio atop of the Capitoline Hill: one of the 7 hills in Rome. It still houses the Roman senate. The complex was designed by Michelangelo and butts up to the "wedding cake," or the Vincent Emmanuel momument, and the ancient Imperial Forum. From there, the group ventured to the Imperial Forum. It was indescribable to see the colossal remains of temples and basilicas. What was even more impressive, was the combining of the ancient remains and "modern" construction. From the middle of remains of an ancient temple, rose a medieval church with a baroque facade. A little wild and rather shocking to see the combination of three (maybe even four) architectural periods.
As I bore with you with innate architectural details, here was something rather amusing that my friends and I spotted in the forum. First, let me remind you that the roads taken throughout the forum are either cobblestone (if they have been replaced within the modern era) or huge stone pavers that were unbelievably uneven even in tennis shoes. While taking a break and enjoying the sunshine, I noticed these two girls struggling to make it down the pathway. One of them was wearing a pair of heels that wrapped around her ankle; the other, a pair of stilleto boots. They looked absolutely ridiculous. I was ready for an ankle to give way. One looked like a duck out of water trying to walk across gravel, if you can visualize such a thing. The things you'll see in Rome.
From here, we continued out walking tour to the Paletine Hill. This hill's name is taken from Palazzo, or palace. Atop this hill sits the "home" (this truly downplays the size of the complex) of Constantine, grotto, and garden of the Farnese family. At this point, I will admit, I began to focus elsewhere and people watched. It felt a little bit like Disney World in that many of the remains you couldn't touch, you were constantly surrounded by foreign languages, and you had to watch out for idiots with strollers.
Since it's Saturday night, I believe me and the girls are getting a group together and going to eat somewhere and then maybe grabbing a drink or two out and about. I'm looking forward to a relaxing evening; tomorrow we even get to sleep in.
Pictures soon to come.
This morning began a little earlier; we weren't sure how long it would take to get to the meeting spot so we anticipated an extra 15 minutes. We met the class around 9 at the Campidoglio atop of the Capitoline Hill: one of the 7 hills in Rome. It still houses the Roman senate. The complex was designed by Michelangelo and butts up to the "wedding cake," or the Vincent Emmanuel momument, and the ancient Imperial Forum. From there, the group ventured to the Imperial Forum. It was indescribable to see the colossal remains of temples and basilicas. What was even more impressive, was the combining of the ancient remains and "modern" construction. From the middle of remains of an ancient temple, rose a medieval church with a baroque facade. A little wild and rather shocking to see the combination of three (maybe even four) architectural periods.
As I bore with you with innate architectural details, here was something rather amusing that my friends and I spotted in the forum. First, let me remind you that the roads taken throughout the forum are either cobblestone (if they have been replaced within the modern era) or huge stone pavers that were unbelievably uneven even in tennis shoes. While taking a break and enjoying the sunshine, I noticed these two girls struggling to make it down the pathway. One of them was wearing a pair of heels that wrapped around her ankle; the other, a pair of stilleto boots. They looked absolutely ridiculous. I was ready for an ankle to give way. One looked like a duck out of water trying to walk across gravel, if you can visualize such a thing. The things you'll see in Rome.
From here, we continued out walking tour to the Paletine Hill. This hill's name is taken from Palazzo, or palace. Atop this hill sits the "home" (this truly downplays the size of the complex) of Constantine, grotto, and garden of the Farnese family. At this point, I will admit, I began to focus elsewhere and people watched. It felt a little bit like Disney World in that many of the remains you couldn't touch, you were constantly surrounded by foreign languages, and you had to watch out for idiots with strollers.
Since it's Saturday night, I believe me and the girls are getting a group together and going to eat somewhere and then maybe grabbing a drink or two out and about. I'm looking forward to a relaxing evening; tomorrow we even get to sleep in.
Pictures soon to come.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Buon giorno Roma!
We finally made it. A three hour layover, a nine hour plane ride, two screaming babies, three tylenol pm's, one creeper trying to hit on me, and a long cab ride later... We made it. The flight over went smoothly. Evie Scogin and I left around 4.30 pm E. We found our seats and fortunately for me, I was in an exit row. I had plenty of room to stretch my legs. As soon as I had gotten myself comfortable, the captain comes over the speaker and reminds us of the nine hour flight ahead. I believe I heard a unanimous groan make its way around the cabin. All was well until two infants decided to get into a screaming match. Sleep was hard to come by so when we finally made it to the Rome airport, I can only imagine that appeared to others like the walking dead.
Trying to find a payphone, one that was funtional at least, proved to be quite the task. we finally found some towards the entrance of the airport where a lovely woman gave us change to alert the apartment we were on our way. People have been nothing but helpful since we've arrived. I hate to admit this, but I was slightly suprised. I realize it would help tremendously if I actually spoke italian, but I'm doing what I can with the spanish with which I'm familiar.
Our apartment is unbelievably quaint. A modest living room, small kitchen appliances, a large bathroom, and two comfortable bedrooms. The rooms are adornded in pink and green, so it's rather obvious they knew a few ladies were going to be living here.
I think we'll be heading out soon to purchase soaps, shampoos, etc. Hopefully I will return with more photos to share!
Trying to find a payphone, one that was funtional at least, proved to be quite the task. we finally found some towards the entrance of the airport where a lovely woman gave us change to alert the apartment we were on our way. People have been nothing but helpful since we've arrived. I hate to admit this, but I was slightly suprised. I realize it would help tremendously if I actually spoke italian, but I'm doing what I can with the spanish with which I'm familiar.
Our apartment is unbelievably quaint. A modest living room, small kitchen appliances, a large bathroom, and two comfortable bedrooms. The rooms are adornded in pink and green, so it's rather obvious they knew a few ladies were going to be living here.
I think we'll be heading out soon to purchase soaps, shampoos, etc. Hopefully I will return with more photos to share!
Friday, February 27, 2009
The Last of the Beginning
Today was the first day of our break between eight weeks spent in Auburn and the next eight weeks to be spent in Rome. This week has been a little (actually tremendously) hectic: Carceri drawings due Monday, studio booklets due Wednesday, two essays to finish for Seminar of History and Theory, and finally our final for Community Planning. All seemed to go smoothly.
It's strange to think by this time next week, I'll be sweet dreaming (or hitting the town) in Rome. The reality of this whole situation has yet to sink in. Tonight is an extravaganza of laundry, cleaning, and organizing, preparing everything I need to take home. These first two months have been a blur. I had no idea that a semester could fly by this quickly.
As of right now, my roomates and I have planned a few weekend trips to Florence and the Tuscany area as well as Greece and maybe throw in a short expidition to Ireland the weekend before St. Patti's day. We've planned to spend a few days in Barcelona, probably one of the most exciting cities I've visited. I'll be going a little ga-ga over the Antonio Gaudi architecture.
I realize this is to be an architectural endeavor, but I'm truly most excited about being submersed in a new culture. Yes, I've spent some time in Europe, but not enough to feel like I'm living there. I can only hope that I'll bring back a new found perspective that will serve me well.
It's strange to think by this time next week, I'll be sweet dreaming (or hitting the town) in Rome. The reality of this whole situation has yet to sink in. Tonight is an extravaganza of laundry, cleaning, and organizing, preparing everything I need to take home. These first two months have been a blur. I had no idea that a semester could fly by this quickly.
As of right now, my roomates and I have planned a few weekend trips to Florence and the Tuscany area as well as Greece and maybe throw in a short expidition to Ireland the weekend before St. Patti's day. We've planned to spend a few days in Barcelona, probably one of the most exciting cities I've visited. I'll be going a little ga-ga over the Antonio Gaudi architecture.
I realize this is to be an architectural endeavor, but I'm truly most excited about being submersed in a new culture. Yes, I've spent some time in Europe, but not enough to feel like I'm living there. I can only hope that I'll bring back a new found perspective that will serve me well.
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