Music by Beirut
Rome, Siena, Florence, Pompeii, Herculaneum, Amalfi coast
Monday, December 1, 2008
Home. Home. Home.
Well, I am home. The trip is over and NaBloPoMo is over as well.
In Rome we went to church and then retraced our steps...We ate pizza at the first place we had pizza. We ate gelato at the insane place with a million flavours. We threw another coin in the Trevi Fountain and got lost a bit too.
Spending all night in the airport was an experience. Full of uncontrollable laughter and incoherent sentences.
Waving good-bye to Sharlie and Kimberly was sad, but I will see them again.
Now I am back and it's weird having a cellphone and hearing people's voices and weird that everything is in English.
Came Home to the Following Family Changes:
Katie moved out.
Caleb grew half a foot.
Tyler is engaged!!!
Anyway, brain not working...so this will sadly fade off...
In Rome we went to church and then retraced our steps...We ate pizza at the first place we had pizza. We ate gelato at the insane place with a million flavours. We threw another coin in the Trevi Fountain and got lost a bit too.
Spending all night in the airport was an experience. Full of uncontrollable laughter and incoherent sentences.
Waving good-bye to Sharlie and Kimberly was sad, but I will see them again.
Now I am back and it's weird having a cellphone and hearing people's voices and weird that everything is in English.
Came Home to the Following Family Changes:
Katie moved out.
Caleb grew half a foot.
Tyler is engaged!!!
Anyway, brain not working...so this will sadly fade off...
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Muszeums
Muszeum Number 1 was a dark exhibit of Hungarian Holocaust History (alliteration unintended).
It was depressing, as we all know the Holocaust is, but it was pepper with poorly lit rooms and dark walls and heart beat sounds that had shivers running up and down my spine.
There was a cool synagogue-type room with glass chairs of some of the victims. I thought it was really pretty.
Muszeum Number 2
MODERN ART!!! I just adore it.
We also got a good view of the Hilly Buda Side
Thursday, November 27, 2008
A Few of Many
Things I am Thankful For:
-my family
even though i only talked to them for about 30 seconds today, i still felt the love and the fact i am so sad to be missing them right now makes me remember how much i love them
-the oppurtunity to travel
it's been so good for me, i can't even explain really.
-the kindness of strangers
the various guys who have helped us with our huge bags, the countless people who have given us directions, the lady at the bakery who smiled at us despite us butchering the pronounciation. and just the fact that even though we are in a foreign country we don't have to feel completely alone.
also people you can just strike up conversations with just as soon as you figure out if you have a language in common.
-friends
who express their concern and miss me and put up with me on a day-to-day basis.
-my nearly perfect schedule for next semester
which i will probably come to hate by mid-march
-diversity in food.
because i get bored easily and love food from other countries SO much
-different languages
because they fascinate me greatly. i really want to learn them all.
-having a tredmill at home
because i'm going to need it this upcoming month.
-really great roommates (old, current, new, temporary)
because life would be a lot harder without them. without someone to have sleep conversations with. or throw things at from bunkbeds. or dance around with. or to
-living in Oregon.
because no matter where you go, if people have heard of it they think it's beautiful :p
-Jess from Gilmore Girls
i do not know why i love him so much, but i cannot stop
-The fact i don't absolutely love Thanksgiving food
i do miss my mom's sweet potatoes, but everything else i can live without, which is good otherwise i would be heartbroken right now.
-that my computer has a 2 year warranty
Europe did not agree with it.
today for thanksgiving we woke up and ate amazing bakery goods (which we refer to as vanillaicia crossaint and double eyeglass cinnamon goodness and cheesy cinnamon roll thing) we went to an art muszuem (peter would be so proud). this cute little lady led us around and told us all these things we already knew about italian art, but we pretended we didn't know. we also went to the zoo. where we saw your average animals and watched pelicans eat fish for about ten minutes which was actually really entertaining and disgusting at the same time. they trapped them in their pouchy-beaks and then swallowed them whole!! then we wandered around and looked at some castles but almost froze to death.
so we came back to the hostel and ate nutella on toast and cinnamon cereal. not a bad day.
we have had some really good food since we've been here.
i just wish i knew hungarian.
also, got this email from my wonderful little brother:
i now u are in Italy but HAPPY THANKSGIVING
-my family
even though i only talked to them for about 30 seconds today, i still felt the love and the fact i am so sad to be missing them right now makes me remember how much i love them
-the oppurtunity to travel
it's been so good for me, i can't even explain really.
-the kindness of strangers
the various guys who have helped us with our huge bags, the countless people who have given us directions, the lady at the bakery who smiled at us despite us butchering the pronounciation. and just the fact that even though we are in a foreign country we don't have to feel completely alone.
also people you can just strike up conversations with just as soon as you figure out if you have a language in common.
-friends
who express their concern and miss me and put up with me on a day-to-day basis.
-my nearly perfect schedule for next semester
which i will probably come to hate by mid-march
-diversity in food.
because i get bored easily and love food from other countries SO much
-different languages
because they fascinate me greatly. i really want to learn them all.
-having a tredmill at home
because i'm going to need it this upcoming month.
-really great roommates (old, current, new, temporary)
because life would be a lot harder without them. without someone to have sleep conversations with. or throw things at from bunkbeds. or dance around with. or to
-living in Oregon.
because no matter where you go, if people have heard of it they think it's beautiful :p
-Jess from Gilmore Girls
i do not know why i love him so much, but i cannot stop
-The fact i don't absolutely love Thanksgiving food
i do miss my mom's sweet potatoes, but everything else i can live without, which is good otherwise i would be heartbroken right now.
-that my computer has a 2 year warranty
Europe did not agree with it.
today for thanksgiving we woke up and ate amazing bakery goods (which we refer to as vanillaicia crossaint and double eyeglass cinnamon goodness and cheesy cinnamon roll thing) we went to an art muszuem (peter would be so proud). this cute little lady led us around and told us all these things we already knew about italian art, but we pretended we didn't know. we also went to the zoo. where we saw your average animals and watched pelicans eat fish for about ten minutes which was actually really entertaining and disgusting at the same time. they trapped them in their pouchy-beaks and then swallowed them whole!! then we wandered around and looked at some castles but almost froze to death.
so we came back to the hostel and ate nutella on toast and cinnamon cereal. not a bad day.
we have had some really good food since we've been here.
i just wish i knew hungarian.
also, got this email from my wonderful little brother:
i now u are in Italy but HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
"a glimpse behind the iron curtain"
sharlie wrote i <3>
these monuments used to be up all over Budapest, but were removed from the streets in 1989-90 after the collapse of socialism.
it took us much longer than it should have to get there.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Starting to feel Hungary
I am tired of mediocre looking postcards. Some of them that I’ve found in my travels are 100 times worse than pictures I’ve taken. Maybe I should start making postcards. I might.
After a seven hour train ride and a fifteen minute luggage pulling adventure followed by an interesting elevator and outdoor balcony, I now lay on an Ikea bed in a room decorated with Ikea things (which I am only assuming from what I know about Ikea and the fact that we passed one on our way here, as I have not actually seen the inside of an Ikea in my lifetime). It’s a cute place. It smells like a hostel, but that never hurt nobody. And it’s only costing us 336,000 hufs.
Budapest is a lot bigger than Zagreb…or Siena. When we arrived in Hungary a parade of people came through to check our passports. They lined up and all checked them individually, because everyone looking at it at once would be irrational. And they came in pairs so one could look at the passport and the other could stare at us and speak three different languages. Then they wished Kimberly a happy birthday and asked us if we had, “Cigarettes? Beer?” no. “Cocaine, ecstasy? Heroine?” Nem.
The flags on their hats were Italian flags flipped sideways and I really wanted them to speak in Italian instead of Hungary. And then I felt for a tiny moment like I was the main character in Farewell to Arms (or maybe it was The Sun Also Rises) because he talks about the Italian policemen during the war. And I pictured it as such.
I really want to learn every language. I do not need to be fluent in more than a few, but I want to know a little bit of everything.
Also, wikipedia said Croatians invented the ballpoint pen but it was actually a Hungarian. Good thing I decided to go to both.
After a seven hour train ride and a fifteen minute luggage pulling adventure followed by an interesting elevator and outdoor balcony, I now lay on an Ikea bed in a room decorated with Ikea things (which I am only assuming from what I know about Ikea and the fact that we passed one on our way here, as I have not actually seen the inside of an Ikea in my lifetime). It’s a cute place. It smells like a hostel, but that never hurt nobody. And it’s only costing us 336,000 hufs.
Budapest is a lot bigger than Zagreb…or Siena. When we arrived in Hungary a parade of people came through to check our passports. They lined up and all checked them individually, because everyone looking at it at once would be irrational. And they came in pairs so one could look at the passport and the other could stare at us and speak three different languages. Then they wished Kimberly a happy birthday and asked us if we had, “Cigarettes? Beer?” no. “Cocaine, ecstasy? Heroine?” Nem.
The flags on their hats were Italian flags flipped sideways and I really wanted them to speak in Italian instead of Hungary. And then I felt for a tiny moment like I was the main character in Farewell to Arms (or maybe it was The Sun Also Rises) because he talks about the Italian policemen during the war. And I pictured it as such.
I really want to learn every language. I do not need to be fluent in more than a few, but I want to know a little bit of everything.
Also, wikipedia said Croatians invented the ballpoint pen but it was actually a Hungarian. Good thing I decided to go to both.
Monday, November 24, 2008
and all you see
the morning was spent catching up on sleep as well as a jaunt through downtown and a frantic bread store where we fought crowds for delicious bread products.
our hostel has exploded with luggage. we are in big trouble because we have a 40 lbs limit from Hungary to Rome. but we also don't have to worry about that...for a few more days.
meet at the church like planned.
˝we are going to get food, it is not...fatless.˝
we indulged in greasy croatian delights at the college with our new friends.
and i ate squid.
right now i am at the college and the y and the z on the kezboard are in opposite spots.
then did some exploring around the sites.
and hung out at the church for a while.
then went in search of lavender chocolate, which was recommended to us.
and it just happened to be sold to us by the most beautiful boy in the world.
who accidentally charged us almost double.
because we were so full from lunch we ended up not spending the money we took out so we stocked up on food at the Konzum.
and i am very very sad to leave.
our hostel has exploded with luggage. we are in big trouble because we have a 40 lbs limit from Hungary to Rome. but we also don't have to worry about that...for a few more days.
meet at the church like planned.
˝we are going to get food, it is not...fatless.˝
we indulged in greasy croatian delights at the college with our new friends.
and i ate squid.
right now i am at the college and the y and the z on the kezboard are in opposite spots.
then did some exploring around the sites.
and hung out at the church for a while.
then went in search of lavender chocolate, which was recommended to us.
and it just happened to be sold to us by the most beautiful boy in the world.
who accidentally charged us almost double.
because we were so full from lunch we ended up not spending the money we took out so we stocked up on food at the Konzum.
and i am very very sad to leave.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Zaaaaaaaaaaaaagreb!
After saying goodbye to our friends in Venice we went about exploring some more, getting food and preparing mentally for Croatia.
The policija stamped our passports on the train at 3am. We slept awkwardly in the seats and played a bit of musical chairs trying to get comfortable.
A taxi driver gave us directions after we stood on a street corner for a while with our luggages and a map.
Once on the street to our hostel we were met by a guy who greeted us with a "Ciao. Hello." then an "Opa!!" when he almost dropped the garbage can he was carrying.
Our room is orange with yellow and blue flames on one wall and a sun on the other wall.
We got a brochure with a walking tour and went on it, Kimberly guided us through the heart of old Zagreb.
Grocery shopping was an ordeal as suddenly chocolate bars were 8 dollars and other things were in the 100s. When asked if we wanted a bag, Sharlie responded with a "Yes. Si...Ya..." Me: Da. "...Da" Another look to me to which I responded "Hvala" which was then repeated to the lady who was already laughing quietly at us.
I have no idea what will happen when we go to Hungary with its 200 huf to 1 usd. I have no concept of money anymore we have converted things from Konas to Dollars to Euros and back again and still not sure how much we're spending.
Today we found the church and followed the sound of voices up the stairs. We said an awkward "hi" and people laughed and spoke English to us. Sunday School was an intense ping-pong of English to Croatian. The teacher spoke in English while someone translated, then spoke in Croatian while the same person translated to English. Then a guy answered a question in Croatian and then another one in English. Everyone was translating for everyone. And we just sat there and smiled. Singing hymns was fun/difficult too.
But we made two friends who are going to show us around tomorrow.
Everyone in church asked us what we were doing in Croatia. Like, they really did not understand why we sould possible come here. Heh. And they all talked to us and were happy.
"You must come back...I will recognize you by your smiles."
it's cold (really cold) outside, so we're watching Gilmore Girls:
"why are you smiling?"
"i was just thinking about pudding."
The policija stamped our passports on the train at 3am. We slept awkwardly in the seats and played a bit of musical chairs trying to get comfortable.
A taxi driver gave us directions after we stood on a street corner for a while with our luggages and a map.
Once on the street to our hostel we were met by a guy who greeted us with a "Ciao. Hello." then an "Opa!!" when he almost dropped the garbage can he was carrying.
Our room is orange with yellow and blue flames on one wall and a sun on the other wall.
We got a brochure with a walking tour and went on it, Kimberly guided us through the heart of old Zagreb.
Grocery shopping was an ordeal as suddenly chocolate bars were 8 dollars and other things were in the 100s. When asked if we wanted a bag, Sharlie responded with a "Yes. Si...Ya..." Me: Da. "...Da" Another look to me to which I responded "Hvala" which was then repeated to the lady who was already laughing quietly at us.
I have no idea what will happen when we go to Hungary with its 200 huf to 1 usd. I have no concept of money anymore we have converted things from Konas to Dollars to Euros and back again and still not sure how much we're spending.
Today we found the church and followed the sound of voices up the stairs. We said an awkward "hi" and people laughed and spoke English to us. Sunday School was an intense ping-pong of English to Croatian. The teacher spoke in English while someone translated, then spoke in Croatian while the same person translated to English. Then a guy answered a question in Croatian and then another one in English. Everyone was translating for everyone. And we just sat there and smiled. Singing hymns was fun/difficult too.
But we made two friends who are going to show us around tomorrow.
Everyone in church asked us what we were doing in Croatia. Like, they really did not understand why we sould possible come here. Heh. And they all talked to us and were happy.
"You must come back...I will recognize you by your smiles."
it's cold (really cold) outside, so we're watching Gilmore Girls:
"why are you smiling?"
"i was just thinking about pudding."
Venezia in pictures
quick stop in Padova where we were locked in a temperature controlled room which they then used to adjust the temperature in the church in order to preserve the frescoes...bought shoes.
they did crazy tricks like the above-seen double decker pigeons
but it went from being exciting to being less than exciting (see facial expressions):
then gravity disappeared...!
First impression of Venice: Too cramped with narrow streets, too touristy. But the church was really pretty
Friends made: 2 australians, a couple on a cruise, a middle aged world traveller (who has been to the Amazon four times), a bulgarian man and his wife, two girls who work in Utah, and a Californian who speaks perfect Italian
at first playing with the pigeons was really exciting and funny
they kept landing on my head, i didn't even have food on me.
they kept landing on my head, i didn't even have food on me.
they did crazy tricks like the above-seen double decker pigeons
but it went from being exciting to being less than exciting (see facial expressions):
we took a taxi to Murano where we saw one man make a tiny fish out of glass and gave it to Sharlie. This was after the adventure to find a glass blower that involved hopping fences, walking across a decrepit bridge and hopping another fence.
we all got weird rooms, some without bathrooms and some without showers. we were split into two and threes, but we came up with a plan so we could all be in one room...
tre ragazze...uno letto.
birthdays celebrated: 1
we sang to Kimberly in English, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and made-up Croatian
birthdays celebrated: 1
went to Burano where the houses are painted bright colours so that drunk sailors could find their way home.
i fit in nicely.
then gravity disappeared...!
one of my favourite things was the winged lions that gaurd all of Venice.
ciao, Italia!
in honor of my last full day of the program, Lynzie and I showed up to the morning meeting wearing our sheets as togas. People laughed and raised eyebrows but no one was really that surprised. Sadly no picture was taken though.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Top Ten Reasons Not to go Back To BYU
1. boys
2. No Kimberly
3. Sales tax
4. paying rent
5. real classes
6. pizza is not as good
7. climate that kills my skin
8. the testing center
9. dirty snow
10. teachers that don't just bust out in opera in the middle of lectures
2. No Kimberly
3. Sales tax
4. paying rent
5. real classes
6. pizza is not as good
7. climate that kills my skin
8. the testing center
9. dirty snow
10. teachers that don't just bust out in opera in the middle of lectures
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Top Ten Reasons To Go Back To BYU
1. boys
2. college life (social)
3. apply to the film program
4. snow
5. no more one-on-one classes
6. having a kitchen
7. Life Club
8. Indian food
9. clean air
10. fort building extravaganzas
2. college life (social)
3. apply to the film program
4. snow
5. no more one-on-one classes
6. having a kitchen
7. Life Club
8. Indian food
9. clean air
10. fort building extravaganzas
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Things I Miss About America
. Mexican food
. being in the same time zone as friends and family
. 1 USD=1 USD, no complications
. having several pairs of shoes
. free water
. ice
. Indian food
. Smoothies
. 24 hour grocery stores
. normal toliets
al contrario,
THINGS AMERICA SHOULD EMBRACE
. contradas
. public drinking fountains along the roads
. Nutella
. gelato
. fresh food
. painting houses bright colors
. smaller cars
. 1 euro pizza places
. being in the same time zone as friends and family
. 1 USD=1 USD, no complications
. having several pairs of shoes
. free water
. ice
. Indian food
. Smoothies
. 24 hour grocery stores
. normal toliets
al contrario,
THINGS AMERICA SHOULD EMBRACE
. contradas
. public drinking fountains along the roads
. Nutella
. gelato
. fresh food
. painting houses bright colors
. smaller cars
. 1 euro pizza places
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Things I Have Learned From Mamma Luigia
.Stir clockwise. Always
.When doing laundry: if it opens, it is done. if it doesn't, it's not done.
.If it is on the table, eat it, if not it would not be there.
.Non sono i vestiti, sono la persona
.''I don't steal, I don't kill...sometimes it's okay to lie.''
.Cooking should be fast, easy, and delicious
.Before going out or having your picture taken you should put on bright red lipstick
.When doing laundry: if it opens, it is done. if it doesn't, it's not done.
.If it is on the table, eat it, if not it would not be there.
.Non sono i vestiti, sono la persona
.''I don't steal, I don't kill...sometimes it's okay to lie.''
.Cooking should be fast, easy, and delicious
.Before going out or having your picture taken you should put on bright red lipstick
Monday, November 17, 2008
Life Decisions I Made While in Italy
. cut my hair short
. date someone who speaks Italian
. be a filmmaker
. be more passionate about life
. come back to Italy
. work on penmanship
. go on a mission
. Learn more languages
. wink at people more often
. date someone who speaks Italian
. be a filmmaker
. be more passionate about life
. come back to Italy
. work on penmanship
. go on a mission
. Learn more languages
. wink at people more often
Life Threatening Things that May Happen to Me While in Italy
.Hit by a car
.Run over by a vespa
.Smooshed by a bus
.Electrocuted by my adapter (it sparks everytime I plug something in)
.Fig overdose
.Brain explosion from trying to understand
.Second-hand smoke cancer
.Asthma attack from climbing stairs
.Falling over the balcony that is my room
.Run over by a vespa
.Smooshed by a bus
.Electrocuted by my adapter (it sparks everytime I plug something in)
.Fig overdose
.Brain explosion from trying to understand
.Second-hand smoke cancer
.Asthma attack from climbing stairs
.Falling over the balcony that is my room
Sunday, November 16, 2008
L'Ultimo Giorno
Today is the last.
I spoke in church today. I prepared a legit talk and it went pretty well (the first talk that I have actually written out). Anziano De Ruovo told me I did a great job and that my pronounciation was good, which is really the only thing I wanted to hear, haha. We shook hands while talking and did not realize we were still shaking hands after three sentences and awkwardly dropped them.
I am going to miss him and he sounds exactly like my brother, Tyler, when he speaks English.
Speaking of English, I cannot speak it very well anymore. It is hard to string sentences together.
I managed to pack everything in my suitcase but it is beyond buldging...Poor thing might need to be put out to pasture after this trip.
I still have not really registered that I am leaving tomorrow for good. Why would I be leaving such a lovely place? But I knew all along this was temporary, so it is not really so strange to leave.
Our host family at lunch said, ''Why don't you stay another month or so?''
The missionaries told us we should just stay...The branch will be half as big once we leave, which is really sad.
When I look at the tower in the Campo I think it is telling me to stay as well.
We wrote a song about this feeling, but never finished it.
I really cannot put today into words...
Tomorrow we are off to Padua and Venice.
The next few posts will be some of the lists I have made here.
I spoke in church today. I prepared a legit talk and it went pretty well (the first talk that I have actually written out). Anziano De Ruovo told me I did a great job and that my pronounciation was good, which is really the only thing I wanted to hear, haha. We shook hands while talking and did not realize we were still shaking hands after three sentences and awkwardly dropped them.
I am going to miss him and he sounds exactly like my brother, Tyler, when he speaks English.
Speaking of English, I cannot speak it very well anymore. It is hard to string sentences together.
I managed to pack everything in my suitcase but it is beyond buldging...Poor thing might need to be put out to pasture after this trip.
I still have not really registered that I am leaving tomorrow for good. Why would I be leaving such a lovely place? But I knew all along this was temporary, so it is not really so strange to leave.
Our host family at lunch said, ''Why don't you stay another month or so?''
The missionaries told us we should just stay...The branch will be half as big once we leave, which is really sad.
When I look at the tower in the Campo I think it is telling me to stay as well.
We wrote a song about this feeling, but never finished it.
I really cannot put today into words...
Tomorrow we are off to Padua and Venice.
The next few posts will be some of the lists I have made here.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
ciao -- it means hello and goodbye
Yesterday they threw us a goodbye lunch full of delicious food. We signed our names on the wall.
Then we saw James Bond...and I have to say the first few minutes are the best because they take place in SIENA!! My home sweet home. I still have no accepted we are leaving.
Today we kept running into people on the street as everyone attempted to do last minute shopping. I, however, am so on top of things and did not have much to buy...But I did get some sweet jeans for =drumroll please= TEN EURO. dingdingding.
It has been a long day and now we are going to hang out in the Campo....Yes, that very one you may have seen in James Bond.
Then we saw James Bond...and I have to say the first few minutes are the best because they take place in SIENA!! My home sweet home. I still have no accepted we are leaving.
Today we kept running into people on the street as everyone attempted to do last minute shopping. I, however, am so on top of things and did not have much to buy...But I did get some sweet jeans for =drumroll please= TEN EURO. dingdingding.
It has been a long day and now we are going to hang out in the Campo....Yes, that very one you may have seen in James Bond.
Friday, November 14, 2008
You Remind Me of Home
Yesterday:
Today was exceptional after we escaped from the school and I left my horrible drawings behind.
As it was Thursday, Life Club was in order. We hit up our most favorite hot chocolate place with our friend (who today we found out her name is , after the Princess). We had a two hour long discussion about how we’ve changed in Italy and how to keep those changes in ourselves when we get back. We laughed and we cried…and I realized just how amazing Life Club is/will be. We’re talking about changing lives here.
And I adore people. A lot. Every single person I’ve ever encountered. And I love putting things into perspective and realizing what really matters in life. Loving, Inventing, Frolicking, and Enjoying.
Then our dear friend came to the table and asked us what we were all up to. Elizabeth tried to explain it was a Club of Life and she smiled and asked us what our names were. She left again and came back with a chocolate for each of us!! So sweet. And then we watched a few old men play a strange version of billiards. So, while the pasta is microwaved and the panini have too much mayonnaise, it is still the greatest place to hold Life Club meetings or gatherings of any kind.
Then we went to see if the rumor that Koppa Kabana was giving out free gelato was true. And it was!! Three scoops each, on the good cones. The only thing better than gelato is free gelato. I got chocolate-coconut, panna cotta (sweet cream), and fuori di latte (which I had no idea/still don’t really know what is is but its a good milky thing).
We were all very full but managed to find room because Luigia made our favourite dish of cheesy pasta with zucchini mixed in.
Then we were good and studied for our finals. And I washed some clothes for the first time in a long time…
Today:
Finals are over...This semester is over. My teacher hugged me when I turned the test in. I wish I didn't suck so much at meaningful goodbyes. I wish I could've said in Italian how great she's been.
This is the last time we'll hang out in this common room struggling with ancient internet.
We got certificates with our name on them.
And I officially have my middle name in writing spelled three different ways.
Today was exceptional after we escaped from the school and I left my horrible drawings behind.
As it was Thursday, Life Club was in order. We hit up our most favorite hot chocolate place with our friend (who today we found out her name is , after the Princess). We had a two hour long discussion about how we’ve changed in Italy and how to keep those changes in ourselves when we get back. We laughed and we cried…and I realized just how amazing Life Club is/will be. We’re talking about changing lives here.
And I adore people. A lot. Every single person I’ve ever encountered. And I love putting things into perspective and realizing what really matters in life. Loving, Inventing, Frolicking, and Enjoying.
Then our dear friend came to the table and asked us what we were all up to. Elizabeth tried to explain it was a Club of Life and she smiled and asked us what our names were. She left again and came back with a chocolate for each of us!! So sweet. And then we watched a few old men play a strange version of billiards. So, while the pasta is microwaved and the panini have too much mayonnaise, it is still the greatest place to hold Life Club meetings or gatherings of any kind.
Then we went to see if the rumor that Koppa Kabana was giving out free gelato was true. And it was!! Three scoops each, on the good cones. The only thing better than gelato is free gelato. I got chocolate-coconut, panna cotta (sweet cream), and fuori di latte (which I had no idea/still don’t really know what is is but its a good milky thing).
We were all very full but managed to find room because Luigia made our favourite dish of cheesy pasta with zucchini mixed in.
Then we were good and studied for our finals. And I washed some clothes for the first time in a long time…
Today:
Finals are over...This semester is over. My teacher hugged me when I turned the test in. I wish I didn't suck so much at meaningful goodbyes. I wish I could've said in Italian how great she's been.
This is the last time we'll hang out in this common room struggling with ancient internet.
We got certificates with our name on them.
And I officially have my middle name in writing spelled three different ways.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
all yellow
Today I woke up around 5am to the sound of rain on the window.
I had a dream I was an actor on The Office, I was doing a scene with Jim, Dwight, and Pam.
Some of the episodes this season have been really great, by the way.
I consider myself an artist, I like to create...But I cannot draw representationally for the LIFE of me.
I try and draw things and they do not look like what I was drawing.
We just turned our three final drawings in and it was a humbling experience for me...Because a lot of people's looked better than mine.
And, so I can't draw...But that doesn't make me a total failure in life.
Just feels like it sometimes.
After tomorrow, no more school until January!!
I need one more three credit class for next semester.
And a job.
And a place to live.
But other than that we're good to go.
I don't know if everything will fit back in my suitcase.
I had a dream I was an actor on The Office, I was doing a scene with Jim, Dwight, and Pam.
Some of the episodes this season have been really great, by the way.
I consider myself an artist, I like to create...But I cannot draw representationally for the LIFE of me.
I try and draw things and they do not look like what I was drawing.
We just turned our three final drawings in and it was a humbling experience for me...Because a lot of people's looked better than mine.
And, so I can't draw...But that doesn't make me a total failure in life.
Just feels like it sometimes.
After tomorrow, no more school until January!!
I need one more three credit class for next semester.
And a job.
And a place to live.
But other than that we're good to go.
I don't know if everything will fit back in my suitcase.
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