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Day 104 L’ultima mattina e mi manca gia Italia

Saturday, 5:57 AM

And just like that…

Still haven’t even begun to wrap my head around it, but I’m leaving for the airport in one hour, and will be out of the country and heading home in less than four.

Had my last dinner — spaghetti al pomodoro, pollo, finocchi, biscotti.  Had my last celebratory glass of Vin Santo (which, out of all the alcohol I’ve had here, probably comes closest to being my favorite when it’s done right).  Finally learned the Italian word for ‘to return something.’

Took my last pictures with my host mom.  Finished packing.  Spent a few hours out on the street and on buses soaking in the last Italian I’ll hear for…I don’t want to think about how long.

This is not quite the last blog post here, as there are still at least a couple things I want to cover, but this is the last time I’ll be writing from Florence.  And all I find myself able to say is that this has been undoubtedly one of the best things I’ve ever done, and I already miss it like I can’t even believe.

BUT, flip side is that I’ve been away from home from far too long, and if I’m going to miss this city when I leave then at least I’ll get to stop missing everything (everyone) else.  And honestly, it’s hard to really let the melancholy sink in when I’m also feeling so ridiculously euphoric.  Home! Favorite people! Christmas!

 

So, Dear Everyone:

I’ll see you in 16 hours : D

 
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Posted by on December 10, 2011 in Family, Food, Language, Persons & Peoples

 

(Day 88) Buon Ringraziamento

Thursday, 9:00 pm

Happy Thanksgiving, American people : D

Finally made it back in, and what I would like to do now is provide some variation from the bullet-lists and make up for the posting delay with a giant picspam.

However, what my internet and available time will *allow* me to do is post a couple photos (with more to come as soon as the month rolls over on my internet key) and do a quick bullet list.  So.

  • ROME, from last Thursday to Sunday night.  Second wind, feels-like-vacation time.  A *LOT* of walking, and on very terrible cobble streets.  A *LOT* of museums, which were much more enjoyable.  An exclusive trip up to the very top level of the Coliseum, normally closed to the public.  A likewise exclusive trip to the Necropolis, the preserved ‘city of the dead’ under the Vatican.  An amazing, once-in-a-lifetime chance to see the Sistine Chapel almost emptied of people but all lit up — because we happened to be there around closing time when a famous soccer coach was getting a private tour.  (This also meant we could sneak photos, as the coach’s group was doing it and the guards were all lining up for photos with him anyway.)  Possibly the best gelato I have ever had (white chocolate and dark chocolate from a place called Giolitti’s) paid for by our professors after a walking tour.  And on Sunday, the Galleria Borghese found to be a new contender for favorite art museum: (A) I knew I had a good feeling about this place, and (B) Bernini’s sculptures are in actual fact better in person and I could not. stop. staring.  Oh, plus Raphael ❤

  

    Wait for it…

BAM. 

  • Got back into Florence late Sunday evening, and found that we now have a new house-mate.  The Brazilian girl who lived down the hall had departed Saturday (which we knew about), and in her place there is now a middle-aged Japanese woman who will be here for two weeks studying at Linguaviva.  She (Toshiko) already has a little Italian, but astonishingly mine is actually much better, so I’ve been helping her out at Gabriella’s request.  I like her, she’s friendly and enthusiastic and she gave me a Japanese keychain : )
  • Also, found out when we went into the city center Monday morning that Florence has officially switched over to Christmas.  Don’t know what the trigger was, but the grocery store is all decked out and so are most of the other retailers — and I know it’s all commercial, but Christmas lights!
  • Monday, Tuesday,  Wednesday — homework.  Now that we’re done with Italian class, all attention is turned to the paper I have to write for the Medici art history class (Raphael’s work as a reflection of Pope Leo X’s court), the final exam I have to take for the same class, the final project for Weaving the Tale (the creation of a visual narrative and a 2-page statement about it), and more sketches for the Studio class.  Two weeks, readysetgo.
  • Today, though, a little break in the form of a field trip.  It was still technically a class day, in that we visited a Medici villa (Poggio a Caiano) and talked about its signficance, but after that we got a tour of a little place that manufactures both wine and olive oil, and were then treated to a magnificent oil-based meal.  (And seriously, after all my time here I can say that Capazzano has hands-down the best olive oil I’ve ever tasted.)  It was a traditional harvest meal, and we were to think of it as our Italian Thanksgiving — there was wine, more wine, bread with spinach and beans, penne, slices of ham and mashed potatoes, and we ended on an apple tort (by special request of Jodie as a pseudo apple pie).*  Weather-wise it was a perfect day, and I think we all walked away pretty happy…and, in some cases, rather tipsy.  Made the bus ride interesting : )
  • Got back to Florence, did homework for a while, and geared up for dinner.  And I’m very glad I went a little light on lunch, because Gabriella had prepared bread, slices of turkey, peas, corn (which she is unfamiliar with, and apologized for making “with love but no experience”), and ultimately a very impressive apple crisp.  Yay non-English-speaking double Thanksgiving \o/
  • Tomorrow, of course, have to start walking off all the food, and then it’s back to work.  If there are any interesting developments I shall pass them along, and otherwise I’ll probably be back in Wednesday night or Thursday after we have gone to ~the opera~.
  • Buonanotte : )

*The names of all these foods sound so much better in Italian: crostini con cavolo nero e fagioli, penne ai tre cavoli, arista all’olio nuovo con puree di patate, torta di melee.  Italian changes the off-putting ‘eggplant’ into my favorite ‘melanzana’ (which I can and will keep talking about), turns the baffling ‘pineapple’ into the ever-fun ‘ananas,’ makes plain broth into ‘minestrina’, and even ‘broccoli’ can be softened into ‘broccolini’ (which, incidentally, is delicious and is weirdly *the* thing on which I am most likely to overeat).  It is the world’s unparalleled language at dinnertime.

…But then again, English does have snickerdoodles.  Tough call.

 

(Day 79) Grazie

Tuesday, 9:33 pm

Shouldn’t be here, because I’m in the middle of studying for my Italian final (which is already tomorrow, and could someone please explain what happened there), but real quick:

  • Early class this morning, just bitingly nastily cold, and we actually ended up spending a half hour standing *outside* Palazzo Vecchio to discuss Donatello’s statue of Judith and Holofernes.  Great location, great statue, and I love being out in the morning more than just about anybody on this trip, but the enthusiasm does start to waver when toes go numb.
  • However, we then headed over to the Uffizi, and our professor was amazing and treated all of us to something warm to drink — and thus we ended the morning with a round of cioccolata calda, sitting by the window in a rooftop cafe that is, by the way, not cheap.  It was perfectly magnificent of her and way more than generous, so thanks again!
  • Had our last actual Italian class, went to an exhibit in Palazzo Strozzi, finally got our midterms back (went well, in case you were curious : ), and then our Rome orientation meeting.  Busy afternoon, but entirely enjoyable start to finish.
  • And back at the apartment, spaghetti carbonara!  Followed by melanzana, also known as ‘my new addiction’ and ‘eggplant’!  I’m still of the opinion that we get a bit too much food pushed on us, but on days like this I can also easily admit that the burden is bearable ❤
  • And following the excellent dinner, Gabriella actually went through her cupboards to find me another bag for Rome, because she knew I was going to have a little trouble making it work with what I had.  This is indeed way more convenient and it was remarkably kind of her to do that for me.
–And that’s Tuesday.  Basically nothing going on, but people were being nice all over the place and I guess I felt it was worth mentioning : )
Also, since this is likely the last time I’ll be in until Monday, one last randomly-chosen pic:

Just a corner of the interior courtyard of Palazzo Vecchio, right as you walk in the tall front doors (I’m literally standing in the doorway).  The courtyard opens up to a way more spacious chamber beyond, and all of this is only a tiny fraction of the palace as a whole, but this right here is the first thing important visitors would have seen when walking into the grand state palace / civic heart of Florence…and I think I kinda like it.  Makes me want to scrawl all over a hallway a little bit, and even though I never eat them it somehow reminds me pleasantly of Twinkies.

…Anyway, I really should be studying, so I’ll see you after Rome.  Great weeks, everybody!

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2011 in Art, Classes, Family, Food, Persons & Peoples

 

(Day 73) Countdown-ing

Wednesday, 9:12 pm

Ciao again : )

It appears that we’ve just dropped another week, so we are now officially down to 30 days left in Florence.  And, because we only have four class days before Rome and will have only 19 total days after, this means that it is already time to start panicking about what is left on the Florence to-do list and deciding what places/things are worth a final re-visit.  It is inexpressibly weird to be thinking like this.

It has only just occurred to me, for example, that at some point in the near future I will not be walking past the comforting orange-and-white mass of the Duomo every day.  Guys, there will be a *last time* I see the Duomo.

I’m sure that by the end I’ll feel like I should emote a little about all this, but let’s skip it for now and give the brief update for this week.  Which is as follows:

  • Yesterday, went for the first time to Santa Maria Novella, that church right next to the station that I’ve seen almost every single day I’ve been here.  Got a story about how people managed to ‘lose’ hugely valuable artworks by forgetting how they’d rearranged the furniture.  Got another story about how they’d put on sacred plays for special feast days, and would hoist people up to the ceiling and then swing them down the aisle so they could have a ‘descending angel’.  Spent about 20% of the remaining class time wondering what it would be like to zipline in a basilica.
  • Then, today, another ‘first’ when my literature class took us inside Palazzo Vecchio.  This place is a massive, massive fortress/palace that has been the ‘town hall’ since the medieval period, and some crazy stuff (as in violent crazy stuff) went down here, but suffice to say that it is a huge and important building and I’d only ever seen it from the outside.

  • As we’ve discussed multiple times in class, the outside is not exactly pretty, because it was really only there to be sternly intimidating in the face of invaders/angry mobs.  The inside, though, is all about diplomacy, which means that it’s still trying to intimidate but is now just trying overwhelm with opulence: i.e., there are paintings in there that may literally have more square footage than my house.  But of course I can’t show you that, because Florentine museum attendants insist that all the cool places are camera-shy.  *Sigh,* no foto.
  • Tomorrow, just have to give an oral presentation at Casa Buonarroti (the Michelangelo museum), take an Italian quiz in the afternoon, and go to drawing.  Work in the library Friday, meet up with a couple friends sometime over the weekend, prepare for the Italian final, start fourth-to-last week.
Here we go : )
(P.S. — Just to clear up any confusion, yes, I will be sad to leave Florence.  But yes, I am also beyond-words excited to get home again, and will be fully ready to get on that plane and come back and start making everybody cookies.  So pick out your favorite kind, and just know for dead certain that I *am* capable of having more than one emotion at a time and thus am still thinking about you and miss you guys and already can’t wait to see you again <3)
 
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Posted by on November 9, 2011 in Classes, Family, History, Persons & Peoples, The City

 

(Day 63) I Aten’t Dead

Sunday, 5:34 pm

Hokay, so it’s been a week.  Don’t actually have a ton to report yet, but I was starting to feel bad about the lack of updates so here it goes anyway:

  • Visiting professors this past week were uniformly excellent, or at least all the ones whose lectures I attended.  Learned about mythology, Etruscan banquets, art theft in WWII, and 16th/17th century musical hijinx; at that last lecture, got to watch a woman play a spinnet, examine a hurdy-gurdy, and ponder over the great unrealized potential of the piano-guitar.*
  • Extra-lecture-induced business ended Thursday night, and then I immediately had to switch over and start studying for our Medici class midterm.  Still working on that, so art history ahoy.
  • Yesterday night, turned the clocks back for Daylight Savings Time…which means that I will now be attending my 5:00 drawing class in complete darkness.  I think that deserves a *facepalm.*
  • Woke up this morning and realized that we are down to six weeks.  Or, more precisely, 39 days.  Am still not entirely sure how to feel about that.
  • On the other hand, definitely already excited about getting home again, and starting to make plans.  SOOO many plans.  (Also, while I remember, any home-people should let me know if they want anything from here.  Or more specifically if they want a scarf, mask, or tasteful statue of a nude man [David, other David, or angry-classical-youth-with-severed-head], because that’s what I’ve got access to.)
  • Also getting good and pumped for our trip to Rome on the 17th, for reasons mainly inclining to the nerdy.**
  • Have to get back to studying now, but have some random photos taken while walking to classes:
 
 
Catch you soon : )
*Not a keytar, but rather just a guitar with piano keys on it that were apparently responsible for pulling the strings taut.  The experts with us couldn’t tell how it would have been tuned (or played, for that matter), and refer to it as a failed experiment…which of course just means that we were one successful experiment away from well-bred citizens of the 18th century twanging away on keyboards to prove their musical prowess.  For all those pianoforte scenes in Austen…*sigh,* what could have been.
**My secret wish, which will probably not happen, is to get the chance to go see the Galleria Borghese.  It seems just a bit too off-the-beaten-path for a group that’s only going to be there for four days, but I keep hoping I’m wrong and I’ll finally get to see my Bernini.  Lord but I do love Bernini.
 
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Posted by on October 30, 2011 in Art, Classes, Family, History, The City

 

(Day 53) Pro-Procrastination

Thursday, 9:56 pm

It only took me most of my break, but I’m finally feeling good and productive; spent most of today tearing back and forth between readings for class and a couple sketches and lots and lots of notes about ideas for my senior art show, and while I have *finished* nothing, I have put an admirable amount of energy into getting things kinda-started.

So that’s good : )

But now, while I still have a bit more I’d like to get done tonight, I would really like to waste some time first.  So quick run-down of the last couple days:

  • Tuesday involved some readings and some skype time and an embarrassing number of naps.  But, woke up in the evening and was rewarded by a very nice dinner out with another student and his parents; Alex is one of the few ACM-ers staying in Florence over break, and he and his family were kind enough to have me join them.  All three incredibly nice people, and English speakers to boot hallelujah* — so once again a very big thank you : )
  • Speaking of that dinner, though, it did have its sinister side; this would be because we had wine and bread and ravioli and gnocchi and salad and legumes and steak and sweet potatoes and meatballs, and the next day I STILL WOKE UP HUNGRY.  Be warned, people, this program does seriously warped things to your stomach.
  • Wednesday morning I finally worked up the fit of energy needed to haul myself over to the Uffizi Gallery, so we can now cross that off the ‘to do’ list.  A wonderful museum and well worth the time (especially when you actually get to skip the wait time because you’ve got a free pass \o/), but the trouble is that so many of the really heartstopping works by Italy’s great artists wound up making their way into France’s Musee du Louvre that I feel spoiled by having seen that museum first.  …And this is probably blasphemy but I still prefer the Venetian Accademia.
  • Some random Italian man is right this minute singing out in the middle of the street.  One presumes drunkenly, but ?
  • Today, woke up to storms, which is always fantastic.  Kept my pedestrian self in out of the rain all day, plowed through a ridiculous amount of academic article material, took internet breaks as necessary,** found a totally demented faux-American-English song recorded by an Italian in 1973 (which, hip thrusts aside, gives a pretty nice idea of what this language sounds like to everyone else), and…well, here we are.
Back to work : )
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*Still loving Italian, and I am dead set on getting the hang of it eventually, but by this time I can readily admit that having to attempt it every single day is a bit exhausting.  And frustrating, especially at dinner; between Nino, Gabriella and Alessandra, there’s pretty much always adult-level conversation going on (not to mention the times when Nino and Gabriella’s grown children are over), and I can’t really add to it without immediately dragging the whole exchange back down to grade school and feeling like an idiot.
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The revelation of the moment being, I think, that I just miss talking.  After all, even as a typically non-talkative person one still gets attacks of loquacity, and I think that what I could really use at the moment is just the opportunity for a good old-fashioned rant delivered at high speed and drawing on a superfluously complicated vocabulary somewhere south of the vernacular.
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Guess I’m just not a fan of baby steps.
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**Not at all related to anything study abroad, but I really enjoyed this, and if it is not the nerdiest thing you have seen all day then I owe you an apology cookie:  The Dance Your PhD Competition
 
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Posted by on October 20, 2011 in Art, Family, Food, Language, Persons & Peoples, The City

 

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(Day 25) One Two Skip a Few…

Thursday, 1:36 pm

First off, yaaaay, 40/40 on the final exam!  And we were allowed to leave as soon as we finished, so got out of class an hour early — all in all a most excellent morning : D

Have to hop back on the bus in a few minutes to go to the introduction to our drawing class at Cecil Studios, *hugely* excited for that, and this evening I’m hoping to whip out a couple emails in between prep for Venice tomorrow.  So no blog.  And then no blog tomorrow or the day after or the day after that.  Three days, and nowhere to dump the unconscionable number of photos I’m about to take : (

But, happy to say that there’ll be plenty to talk about (and probably more than plenty/complete overkill) come Sunday night — boring weather talk’s behind us and we’re on to better things.

Until then, I love you (or at least the “you’s” to whom that’s not a completely creepy thing to say), and best wishes for a wonderful weekend ❤

 

P.S. — I had these lying around and realized I’d never posted them, so here’s the Duomo from ground level:

 
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Posted by on September 22, 2011 in Classes, Family, The City

 

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(Day 21) Done dawdling!

Sunday, 10:35 pm

Going to write a bit about the homestay, because I kept saying I was going to do it and I either need to do it or stop promising.

I live with an elderly couple named Gabriella and Nino, who have three grown children (two daughters, one son) and one granddaughter (the adorable and almost-two Beatrice*).  They live in a large first-floor apartment on the northeastern fringe of the city, out in the thick of a residential area that only sees English speakers when they’re students like myself, and they are collectively some of the nicest people I have ever met.

Also living here are another ACM student (my roommate) and a student from an upper level in the Linguaviva language school, a Brazilian girl named Alessandra who has a single room down the hall.  Also, while Gabriella and Nino technically live alone, all three kids have been regular visitors both during the day and at dinners, so it often feels (comfortably) like a pretty full house.

When we were first informed about the homestays, we were told that it was common in Italy to give a gift when one visited — and, since we were not so much ‘visiting’ as ‘moving in’, it would be a nice gesture to get our host parents something.  My initial roommate, Anica, brought some Taiwanese tea, and I ended up just popping into a store in the neighborhood and picking up a bouquet of flowers.  (By the way, I say ‘a store in the neighborhood,’ but there is really only the one store here, waaay at the other end of the road.  This one, the big white building that says ‘supermarket’:

Like I said, it’s a residential area, and one that has pretty much decided to not be anything else : )

The first one we met was Gabriella, who thankfully speaks English (and French, though that doesn’t help me) fairly well.  Right off the bat, it was a relationship full of politeness and courtesy; I wouldn’t go so far as ‘formal,’ but even now there are still a lot of little formalities that get observed over the course of the day.  We are basically just to be to meals on time, to keep our bathroom neat, to not stray into the family’s own rooms, to say goodbye when we leave and hello when we come back, basic stuff; Gabriella herself, though, still seems to think it discourteous to enter our room unless we open the door for her ourselves, and at dinner especially she insists on maintaining the guest/hostess status quo.  It’s a somewhat strange mix of family-casual and houseguest civility that, after three weeks, maintains its strangeness because of the frequent little missteps we’re still making in communication; that is, we’ve made ourselves mostly at home here, but it’s still sometimes hard to tell whether someone is telling you to loosen up or (nicely) to straighten up, so it does keep you on your toes a bit.

And now, to condense a lot of information into those bullet lists I love, here’s a daily routine:

  • Wake up at six to take a shower.  The bathroom (which is more or less directly across from our room) is strictly for the three students, and has a button-flush toilet, a large basin sink, a shower stall with a drain you have to be really careful not to back up, and a window looking out onto Gabriella’s enclosed flower garden (small but very well maintained).  I’m the only one who showers in the morning, so it’s a nice slow start to the day with most of the house still asleep.
  • The bathroom is right next to the kitchen, and at 6:30 Gabriella comes out to start making coffee.  I mention it only because the aroma is fantastic.
  • Breakfast at 7:30.  Italians don’t really *do* breakfast, so Gabriella just spreads out some foods for us to pick from (fruit, yogurt, granola, biscuit/cookie things, less fun storebought pastry things) and brings her coffee to the table to keep us company while we eat.  Nino goes to work at about this time, so we really only seem him long enough to say bye.  Breakfast looks like this:

Aww, so nice : )

  • 8:00, head to the bus stop.  Enjoy the cool mornings and the warm light and the faraway sight of the hills, and also the more prosaic spectacle of Via Masaccio clogging with cars for morning rush hour.

But not in this pic.  This is just a zoomed-in shot of normal.

  • And at the other end of our street (the end we’re actually much closer to), a church.  Not one of the historically-significant old churches, but a recklessly contemporary new one, just in case you’d forgotten that most of this country is still Catholic.

  • So, go to classes and whatever else you’ve got going on, then come back to the house.  And just as an aside, it takes you four keys to get you all the way through the gate and into the building and then into the actual apartment.  Using them involves a lot of pulling and twisting and pushing at the right time (and also remembering to use the right key), and since the instructions were initially delivered in a heavy Italian accent I couldn’t understand yet, it took me at least four days to really figure it out.  Have I mentioned that I’m halfway through a college degree?
  • Dinner at 8:00, although you can usually smell it coming by 6:30.  We meet at the dining table (places are set with nice glasses and several pairs of silverware for everyone), and so begins the hour-long process of the evening meal.  As per a typical Italian meal, there are several courses:
  1. Pasta.  As with everything on the table, usually homemade with fresh ingredients bought within the week (or day) at one of the large Florentine markets.  As far as I’m aware, it’s been a new type of pasta dish every single night since we got here.
  2. Meat and vegetables.  Again, homemade/fresh and seemingly never repeated.  And while one or the other sometimes tastes a little ‘off’ when sampled alone (the meat a little too dry, the vegetables a little too mushy, etc.), any problems go away if you eat them as they’re meant to be eaten, together.  This course also comes with dry bread, good for sopping up the juices.
  3. Dessert.  Sometimes just sugared fruit (which I’ll admit is my favorite), but we’ve also had tarts and storebought cakes and little ice cream sandwiches.
  4. Drinks.  Not a course, but just thought I’d mention that Italians don’t really do tap water either (although it’s perfectly safe), and they think drinking milk is weird.  (We asked about drinking milk just out of curiosity, and everyone seemed really confused.  “In coffee?”  “No, just milk.”  “Well some people like a lot of milk in their coffee.”)  Wine and beer are both fairly typical dinner drinks, as are these huge bottled waters that everyone passes around (see breakfast pic).  Nino can’t drink wine anymore because of a health problem, so we stick to water, and there are usually two ‘normal’ bottles and one fizzy one.  We go through at least one full bottle a night, and they just keeping buying brand new huge bottles every day like this is a perfectly reasonable thing to be doing.

Dinner wraps up around 9:00, and then we say goodnight and go to bed and begin it all over again.

 

And almost done here, but I should mention the roommate thing quick:

As I said, my initial roommate was Anica, a Taiwanese girl from South Africa who was going to college in Illinois.  Yup.  And I didn’t know her at all when we moved in, but it turned out to be a pretty good fit.

About a week in, we each get contacted by the program director; another pair of roommates has been having difficulties, and would we be willing to switch?  So…to make a very long story short, new roommate is Ellie.

 

Want to go get in some grammar review before I go to bed — and also it’s kind of sounding like we’ve got the makings of our very first real thunderstorm outside, homg so excited 😀 — so have a good afternoon/evening and I’ll hopefully be back in tomorrow.  (I know I skipped an atypical number of days recently, but this weekend was a special case of do-nothing.)

Class tomorrow, and then we’re on the countdown for four days left of intensive Italian.  Partay : )

 

 

*Having Beatrice over to visit is, to be honest, a pretty big ego boost.  Gabriella and Nino both slow down their speech to talk to her, so we understand more of what they say, and while we actually haven’t picked up all the vocab Beatrice has, Bea also keeps her phrases nice and simple (often just falling back to the Italian equivalent of “Again! Again! *happy gurgle-laugh*).  Probably I shouldn’t be celebrating the fact that I am slightly better at Italian than an infant, but I’m going to anyway.

 
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Posted by on September 18, 2011 in Culture, Family, Food, Persons & Peoples

 

(Day 17) The Pseudo-Update

Wednesday, 6:50 pm

I’m a little under the weather today and this will be a pretty lean entry, but I re-found these pictures from Fiesole and wanted to get them on here before I forgot.

The town in which I am becoming more and more determined to live out my days, should I ever kill someone in a way morally but not legally justified,* has placed a public garden area (with shade, note the shade) just shy of the top of the hill.  On feel-like-dirt days like today, I get to imagine I’m sitting somewhere like this —

— with an outlook like this —

    

— and picnicking with a bunch of people who are not actually on this continent right now, but may as well be here since it’s just a day dream.  And probably there is an aerial stunt display and someone giving away free footlongs and I have a puppy.

…On to Thursday : )

 

*Just so we’re clear: if I ever kill someone in a way that is both illegal and morally disgusting, I will go live somewhere nasty like Greenland.  It would only be fair.

 
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Posted by on September 14, 2011 in Family, The City

 

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Deep Breath

So here we go.  Boarding the plane tomorrow, will be in Florence the day after that, and hopefully at some point I’ll be able to plug in my laptop and find internet without blowing anything up.

There were some parts of prep that I still wanted to talk about, but as I don’t actually know how well my half-baked planning is going to pan out, I figured I might as well wait and give advice from actual experience.  This is both a practical decision and a boon to my procrastinator tendencies, so win win and it’ll keep.

In the meantime, I’m still feeling pretty alright about all this.  I’m packed, I’ve got my backups and safeguards in place, I’ve got my ticket and my boarding pass and — well, bring it on, really.  Still a little sad that none of my family could be around for my last couple days at home,* but they’re out for a very good reason, and in any case a night spent watching Batman and making chocolate cupcakes with a uniquely amazing guy is hardly a bad send-off ; )

Bottom line, ready set go and I’ll get back in here as soon as I can.

Feeling like *!* XD <3.

 

*My little brother’s been in basic training down in Oklahoma since mid-June, and my parents set out early Wednesday morning to be at his graduation tomorrow.  Mainly I’m just disappointed that I couldn’t go down with them, especially since this brother just had a birthday on Tuesday and especially (if I may take a moment to brag on him) because he was named the Distinguished Honor Graduate of his class, which is a big deal involving some fine fanciness that I would have loved to see in person.  Oh well, he can still have lots of **interweb hugz.**

And btw, hi Parents : )

 
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Posted by on August 26, 2011 in Family, Persons & Peoples