Sunday, July 1, 2007


7-1-07

Rome definitely was not built in a day. The place is huge! Thankfully, our school planned two full days and four different site-seeing itineraries to make sure we saw just about everything. We left Florence via charter bus bright and early Friday morning and checked into our 4 star Roman hotel in the early afternoon. Hotels abroad are very different from American hotels. For example, elevators are nonexistent so we were forced to haul luggage up 6 flights of marble stairs, which are extremely slippery and not made for sandals. Yes, I was the one to slip. They also keep your room key at the front desk, your passport, and give you a basket of eggs for breakfast. I thought Easter was in April? Anyway, my weekend tour guide was my Michelangelo professor. My nerdy, eccentric, unorganized professor. He was extremely flustered guiding 30 students through one of the biggest cities in the world, but he somehow managed to enlighten us on Roman history. Our first stop was the Spanish Steps, one of the most famous sites in Rome. We did not actually have time to climb the steps, but I took pictures and played in the fountain below them. From one fountain to another, we made our way to Trevi Fountain, designed and built under Pope Clement XII. It is customary at the fountain to toss a coin over your shoulder to guarantee a return visit some day. My toss was not the most graceful, so I hope it still counts. We took a lunch break near the fountain and returned only to realize that Rolf, my professor, had left my group behind. Did I mention that Rome is massive? Good thing I was a responsible student and wrote down his cell phone number. Rolf walked back to retrieve our irritated group and continued the tour to the Pantheon.


The Pantheon is a temple dedicated to the gods, hence the name, and has one of the world’s largest domes. Unfortunately, we were unable to go inside because it was closed, but apparently the dome’s eye admits a pretty spectacular beam of light. The inside is made of marble and houses the tombs of Raphael, the painter, and members of the Italian royal family. Hopefully, the coin I tossed into the Trevi Fountain will bring me back to see the inside. We moved on towards Piazza Navona and stopped along the way to play in more fountains and drink water off the side of a building. We also decided to intimidate a fountain by spitting water like the statues. We attracted quite an audience. Piazza Navona is unique because it was once a stadium and the shape still exists today.
Off to Capitol Hill, an ancient religious center turned town hall. It is quite an impressive architectural area. Michelangelo helped construct the steps leading up to the three palaces, the museums, and the fountain. From personal experience, I would like to say that Michelangelo’s stair design was less than desirable. They were the worst steps I have ever climbed, but at least they are aesthetically pleasing. Capitol Hill leads directly to the Roman Forum, which signifies the fall of the Roman Empire. The ruins include major halls, arches, basilicas, and temples. It’s an overwhelming site and one that best visually explains Roman history. The strangest part of the Forum was a set of transparent-looking columns placed among ancient columns. I was confused because they looked so new and discovered that Valentino ordered them for one of his upcoming fashion shows. They worship the man over here. I mean, they let him have a fashion show in the Forum! Who does that? After the Forum, we had to visit Moses. He is absolutely breathtaking compared to pictures we have studied in class. I could not take my eyes off him. This particular Michelangelo is one that most closely resembles both the Pope and the sculptor. It is a powerful, strong piece and overtakes the rest of the works on the tomb. Seeing Moses personally is the main reason I signed up for the Michelangelo class.
The last stop of the day was the Colosseum. Wow! Words really cannot even begin to describe this place. We could almost see the gladiators, the lions, and the stands full of people. If only we were around in 72 A.D., I would have loved to watch a battle. The most interesting part of the Colosseum is the floor. It’s a maze of pathways and doorways and it is difficult to decipher what was actually held there. I spent a good amount of time trying to piece parts together. By the end of day one, I was exhausted and my feet were screaming at me. The school arranged a pizza party for Florence and Rome students that night and it was fun bonding with other Americans.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Ah, Fiesole



6-27-07

Great views, great sunset, and great food are exactly what you will find in Fiesole. I heard about this place before I left for Florence from Grammy and Grampy. They said I absolutely had to go and thank goodness I listen to everything they tell me. It’s beautiful! We went to the Tabbacchi to purchase our bus ticket and made our way to the Duomo to catch the number 7 bus. Thankfully, Kate escorted me to the stop earlier today so I knew exactly where to stand and wait. Kate also informed me that sometimes you can get away with not validating your ticket when boarding the bus. Sneaky, sneaky. We had to try. Enough people boarded so we put non validation plan into action and successfully snuck our way up to Fiesole. We hopped off the bus and immediately headed to the first restaurant we saw – Ristorante Aurora. It sits right on the edge of the hill so the views were amazing during dinner, which by the way was very fancy. Complimentary champagne, free appetizers, silky table cloths, duck ravioli…the works. With views like that, you have to dine in style. The food was amazing but we were cutting into our sunset viewing time, so we quickly asked for the check and ran a little ways down the hill for pictures. Let’s just say the sunsets in New Mexico beat this by a landslide. The sky was just too cloudy for anything spectacular and colorful. So what does one do when landscape pictures are too dull? One takes pictures of herself, of course. Fiesole has a whole street full of mopeds just begging for someone to pose with them. I jumped at the opportunity because posing with one is almost the same as riding one with an Italian boy…almost. I will cross it off the list anyway. The streets also have pedestrian crossings very reminiscent of a certain Beetles album, Abbey Road. Call me John Lennon. Overall, Fiesole is a very romantic town and one that I would love to revisit. Next time, I will bring my own bottle of champagne, probably some peanut M&M’s, and a blanket and find a nice little, quiet area to enjoy the view. Let’s just hope a great sunset decides to show up too.
Update on the hair cut today…it went wonderfully! It was the first time since 5th grade I have had my hair cut by someone other than Glen and I was beyond nervous. Good thing Princess Guilia came along to interrupt for me. They cut my bangs exactly the way I wanted and they even put in some extra layers. Very fun. It’s a good Italian haircut, but the whole experience further justifies why I spend so much money on Glen every few months. You need to have a hairdresser that knows you and knows your hair. It is more important than you think. I am lucky to have Glen. She is the best hairdresser in the world…and I can literally say that now.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

This Guy Name Michelangelo

6-26-07

Well, I did it. I survived my first exam at the Accademia. A couple days ago, after our professor outlined the structure of the exam in class, I left thinking there was no way I would be able to become an art history buff in time to pass the exam. As it turns out, my memory likes to pretend to be a steel cage when it comes to remembering certain information. I am so glad it likes to pretend with art history. We were asked to prepare to discuss, in detail, a full page list of Michelangelo’s works. Detail means everything from date, location, and patronage to composition, technique, and style. Now, locations are not hard to identify because Michelangelo really only moved between three places during his lifetime; Florence, Rome, and Bologna. Easy. But then comes the hard part of placing each artwork with a date and a patron. Thanks to Amy Jo’s Michelangelo book, I found each work separated into chapters by date and patron. Somehow the author knew I would be looking for that. Great minds think a like, that’s what I always say. Explaining the composition, technique, and style is the fun part. I have learned that when it comes to analyzing artwork, anything goes. You just have to sound like you know what things such as foreshortening and catrapposto mean. I have also learned that if you pause long enough and run your hand over the artwork without speaking, that constitutes a critique. At least, that’s what my professor does, so that must be how it’s done, right? I will have to try that method when I visit the David. This Thursday we will be visiting Michelangelo’s house and then the San Lorenzo where almost all of his drawings are stored. It is still somewhat surreal to think the famous artworks we have only seen through projectors can be seen in museums right down the street. It is even more surreal to think that in about 2 days, I will actually be able to look up and see the Sistine Chapel and stand in front of the Pietà. Two of Michelangelo’s most famous works. Unbelievable. I have never really been too excited about history, but this art history stuff is not so bad.

This past weekend, a group of students took a trip to Switzerland. A trip that I was unaware was happening. Apparently, it is called the adrenaline capital of the world so it’s no surprise that they got to go white water rafting, walk a high ropes course, and almost go skydiving. I officially have a regret, something I was trying to avoid during my trip. I would have gone to Switzerland in a heart beat! I started looking through my calendar for any possible openings, but I only have 4 more weekends here. This weekend is Rome, next is Sorrento and Capri, next is Paris, and then Barcelona. Where has the time gone? This is my resolution to the problem, mom close your eyes, I am going to skip class. That’s it. There is no other option. I have to fill this regret with extreme sports and I may just have to jump out of a plane. Am I sounding like my brother yet? I will have to look further into the trip, of course, but I will keep you updated.

Meanwhile, Kate and I are off to get my hair cut. This should be interesting.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

The Craziness of Florence


6-24-07

(Aunt Amy Jo, I Apologize For Not Keeping Up the Blog on a Daily Basis. I Promise to Work on This as I Now Know How Important it is to Everyone)

Happy San Giovanni Day! Today and this entire weekend has been a celebration of this San Giovanni guy, the patron saint of Florence. Although I am not sure exactly what we are all celebrating, I do know that everyone in Florence has gone absolutely crazy! The craziness began on the walk home from the train station yesterday. We took the train to Via Reggio for the day to get some sun, play in the ocean, and drink Pina Coladas. Funny story about the Pina Coladas real quick. No one in Italy knows what they are. We were dying to have some because we felt they were fitting for our day at the beach, but when we walked up to the beach restaurant, they thought we were nuts. However, one woman over heard our request and went to the back, cut up a real pineapple, and made the drinks. She was from the Dominican Republic, so of course she knew. They were fabulous. Anyway, back to Florence. Music was playing everywhere when we got to the apartment. American music. Florentines, we have noticed, love the 80’s, Gwen Stefani, Avril Lavine, and the umbrella song (Rhiana). We decided to investigate the commotion and realized that every resident of Florence was outside. I have never seen so many people in one area in my life. Streets were blocked off to make room for tables with candle light. Piazzas were crowed with people singing along to live bands and street performers performed for hundreds of viewers, including myself. In the Piazza Pitti, a band with violins, mandolins, guitars, and basses played songs very reminiscent of Nickel Creek, one of my favorite bands. I never thought I would come across that kind of music over here. I loved it. Another performer near the Ponte Vecchio attracted a huge crowd with just his piano. He was amazing. In the Piazza della Republica, a Charlie Chaplin look-a-like was putting on a comedy show, but his humor definitely would not fly in public in the United States. The craziest part was walking down the streets and seeing marathon runners run by you. Where did they come from? We followed some of them towards the Duomo where there was a finish line. Apparently, marathons here start in the evenings and runners have to maneuver their way through crowds because they have no blocked off path. Last night was probably one of the funniest, most random nights I have ever been a part of. Tonight a fireworks show takes place in the Piazza Michelangelo along with the Calcio Storico, medieval soccer game, and a parade. Should be another great night.

Kate and I finally met up for dinner! We met on the Ponte Vecchio and ate at the Open Bar restaurant. It’s a very fancy restaurant that looks out on to the Arno, so romantic. I brought along some of my friends and she brought along Princess Giulia. I explained to Giulia that I was a princess too and that even though my parents don’t run their own country, I still get to wear a tiara and a sash. She may think I am a little strange after that conversation. Hopefully, Kate and I will meet up again before she leaves.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Another Roommate...What?

6-20-07

When Jessie and I first moved into our apartment, our landlord briefly mentioned that another girl would be living with us. She has been going to our school in Florence for about a year to study fashion design and she is Italian. We were excited to meet this girl, but she never showed up the entire first week we were here. She did however manage to leave a refrigerator full of pasta, ham, cheese, and Coke, which started to rot, mold and smell within a few days. Fantastic. She also knew about a broken window in our living room and called a handyman to come fix it. How did she know about the window? We have never seen her in the apartment. Things were starting to get creepy . To ease our freaked out minds, Jessie and I went through all the options as to why she was never around. Maybe she is on a school trip? Maybe she went back home? Maybe she does not actually live here? Or according to Jessie, maybe her dead body is locked behind the door right next to our room? Yeah, that one really helped. We decided that if she did not come home by Sunday, we were going to talk to our program directors at school and then go home and eat her delicious-looking tortellini in the frig. On Sunday, we spent the day going to the grocery store down the street, figuring out how to use an Italian laundry machine, walking around the neighborhood, reading girly books, and relaxing from our busy travel weekend. Still no sign of the roommate. We left the apartment for a couple hours only to return to our drying laundry rack moved from the living room to the front doorway, our dishes cleaned and put away, our bath mat missing, and a restocked frig. We wandered the apartment in silence completely confused. She was still nowhere to be found and her bedroom door was still locked. As we were cooking dinner, we kept a constant eye on the front door and finally, it opened. The mystery roommate was alive! Her name is Nicka and she lives in the south of Italy, but has been studying here for a little over a year. She speaks decent English, but I speak to her in Italian. I am hoping she will help me with my Italian homework, which I can never understand. The coolest part about Nicka is her fashion designs. Love it! She showed me her portfolio and pictures from a fashion show she put together. They are incredible. One collection was made entirely of straw. How about that? After watching her sew this adorable jacket the past two days, I am inspired to...go shopping :) Definitely not to learn how to sew, although that may come in handy. Our apartment has turned into a live Project Runway. Mom and Murph eat your hearts out!

Last night I met up with my two Kappa friends, Caitlin and Annie, from Purdue that have been studying here for 4 weeks and leave this Saturday. Sad. We went to a little bar called BeBop to listen to a Beetles cover band that performs every Tuesday night. They were hilarious. They also introduced me to Kebobs, which are very hard to explain but resemble a BLT wrap and are absolutely delicious, and these gold keys you wear on a long chain around your neck. Apparently, girls literally fight each other for these keys. Guess that means I will be getting some. Today we are climbing the Duomo together and eating at the Oile Shoppe, a place highly recommended by the Florence crew. My to-do list just keeps getting smaller and smaller.

Cousin Kate comes today, but she seems to have a packed schedule while she is here. Hopefully, I can meet up with her.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Train Traveling


6-16-07

This weekend marked the very first travel weekend of our 6 week stay here in Italy. I decided to visit Venice, a city of romance, waterways, hungry pigeons, decorated masks, and gondola rides. All week I tried to convince people to come along and ended up traveling with about 20 Arcadia students. Out of those 20, only 5 of us really bonded with each other and have officially formed our own little clique. Jessie, Bryce, Mark, Julian, and I are a great traveling team. We purchased tickets together through a complicated machine at the train station the day before and managed to only screw up one ticket. Poor Bryce lost about 30 Euro at a malfunctioning machine and had to stand in another line for over an hour to retrieve the money. Keeping in mind our “traveling team” modo, Jessie and I left Bryce and the boys to figure out the dilemma on their own. We were hungry. The morning of the trip we reconvened at the station, grabbed our usual cappuccino and pastry, and headed off to Venice by 6:30 a.m. We switched trains in Bologna and tried to sneak into some first class seats. Traveling to Venice should be done in style, right? Well, apparently not because we got caught. Dang it! In Venice, we headed straight for San Marco, which is a huge plaza with museums, shopping, live music, cafes, and pigeons. Oh the pigeons. There were hundreds of pigeons hanging out in the plaza begging for food and well, tourists can pay to feed them. Being a tourist, I decided to pay the Euro and bravely walk toward the flapping, black mass. Instantly I was attacked! Pigeons flew in from all directions and latched on to every part of me they could. My hands, my arms, my head, my shoulders…the food was gone in milliseconds. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever done, but it was so worth it. Next on the itinerary was a gondola ride. Jessie and I were beyond excited about riding one, but the rest of our team was less than thrilled. They bought beverages to help them get through it. Seeing Venice from the water is definitely a memorable experience and one I will never forget. It was just like the movies with heart shaped seats and a real live gondola man. Our gondola man was pretty popular on the waterways and would yell “gobble, gobble” to every other gondola man we passed. They thought they were hilarious. We thought they were strange. Before we left Venice, we just had to stop and say hello to some very important people. Georgio Armani, Prada, and Gucci were all there and looking even more glamorous and expensive than ever. How I love them.

One more thing…our school took us on a day trip to Siena and San Gimignano this weekend as well. These medieval cities have lots of history and lots of character. We visited churches and museums in Siena, but loved just sitting in the plaza people watching and eating some of their famous treats. Yum! In San Gimignano we looked at old towers, watched two boys play soccer, and took scenic pictures. Although, I will say that Venice has been my favorite trip so far. Next weekend….Sicily.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Italian Leather Boots Are Bellisimo!

6-13-07
On every corner, in every shop, there is a plethora of leather. Leather purses, leather gloves, shoes, books, belts, anything you can image. Since my first walking trip on the first day, I have been seriously infatuation with a pair of absolutely gorgeous leather boots in a store window. Miss Sixty’s store window to be exact. Now, some of you may not be familiar or have forgotten my list of things I wish to accomplish in Florence, which is extremely important for this particular blog, so here is a refresher…
Eat as much gelato as I can
Make friends with some Italians
Visit everything on Kate’s list
Travel as much as possible
Ride on a moped with an Italian boy
Buy a leather purse
Find Amy Jo and BC’s old apartment
Go to a beach
Find a place that plays live Italian music
PURCHASE ITALIAN LEATHER BOOTS
Number 10 is officially crossed off the list as of today. Before anyone freaks out about this seemingly impulse purchase (mother and possibly grandmother), let me explain. I have walked past that particular window every day, twice a day, or more, and have also kept an eye out for other boots to compare. I describe it as quick and efficient research. I also believe that when in Florence do as the Florentines do. Florentines buy leather boots. I am trying to immerse myself in the culture, that’s all.

Today I also accomplished number 6 on the list, a soft, natural brown leather purse. It too has been starring at me for days now. With classes not starting until 2 today, I just had to make the trip to the mercato and check it out. The mercato literally sucks you into its rows upon rows of nic-nacs and handmade goods and will not release you until something is purchased. I tried to explore some other purse options because there are hundreds, but this one particular purse kept following me! What the heck! So I decided to buy and found a stand run by the most bargainable guy in the mercato. It was a piece of cake getting to the price I wanted and I would like to thank my blonde hair for all its help. Blonde hair in Italy is a whole other story, but some people are just fascinated by it. The new purse and I loved showing off together around the streets and in class today. We were turning heads and making people jealous all over the place. Leather is definitely my new best friend.

Quick side note…I saw a bride and groom taking wedding pictures on the Ponte Vecchio today. What a lucky couple. I took a picture, but still cannot seem to figure out this picture posting on the blog. Oh well.