Here's my sob story: The other night, while listening to Elton John and typing up some notes for class, my computer died. Seriously. It went black, won't turn on anymore, kaput, dead, finished, basta. I have since found out that this is because my motherboard crashed which is good because that means I should be able to salvage all my information from the hard drive but is bad because the cost of a new motherboard is comparable to that of a new computer. Thusly, I am computerless for the rest of the semester, which is really fantastic considering I have several papers due in the coming weeks and JCU computer lab is an hour walk away from my apartment. Looks like I'll be spending my remaining days in Rome staring out on the lemon tree courtyard and typing away on an accent-filled keyboard. I brought my computer to the JCU IT office (only open 2 hours out of the day) and they said they could only take it to a shop and get an estimate on the cost of fixing it. A few days later, I went back to the office to check up on my laptop and it was sitting in the exact same spot on the guy's desk where I had left it. When I inquired about this, the guy said, "The shop will come to pick it up sometime this week probably then a week after that I should know something." My guess is that JCU will be holding my computer hostage until I leave Rome.
Before I get into my long description of my long trip, let me just mention the soup kitchen I volunteered at. Just mentioning that I volunteered at a soup kitchen make shock some of you reading this, as I'm not really the community service type (i.e. good person), but I decided to give it a shot. It's fine and a good way to practice Italian, but today while volunteering, one of the women working there mistook me for one of the homeless! I repeat, she thought I was homeless! I was wearing Gap jeans and a blazer! Granted, one of the homeless Italian men was wearing a suit, but really! Caitlin, however, got called the most beautiful woman in the world and met a man who saved the world during the Cold War and is now on the run from the CIA. Good times.
Ok, so, sit back, relax, this is going to be long. On Halloween, I and 10 other people left for Prague in the Czech Republic. Caitlin and I were some of the last people to check in at the Rome airport, and the guy at the desk said, "Is there a gathering of Americans with backpacks in Prague?" Yep, it looked like we were headed for the annual American backpack convention." The flight itself was fine and from our windows we could see a very Halloweeny red moon. We had a layover in Bratislava. We could have had a direct flight, but Bratislava sounded cool. It wasn't really, since we ended up just chilling in the airport and buying lots of candy to celebrate the holiday, but at least now we can say that we've been there. We got into Prague late in the evening and went directly to the ATM to get some crowns/krowns? whatever Czech currency. Everyone's money is so much pretty than America's and the Czech money was especially artsy with lots of portraits and colors. It was also pretty worthless, considering 100 crowns is about 5 U.S. dollars. This was part of the draw of Prague.
The hostel we stayed in was called Emma Hostel. This was chosen mainly because one of the travelers in the group is named Emma and she is very nice, so I figured this hostel would be nice. It was, except for the lack of sheets, but all we really needed was the sketchy comforter. The bathroom was a little strange as well, since there were always naked European women in it (ew ew ew) but this is something that I'm sure is not exclusive to this hostel. We were given free breakfast, but chose to eat elsewhere, since breakfast at the hostel was just 5 pieces of bread and an ancient piece of bruised fruit. But yeah, the hostel was great!
The first morning in Prague, we took the metro to a stop near the castle (one of the biggest in Europe) and had breakfast. I ordered pancakes, which turned out to be crepes, and the CZECH MEAT PLATE. I put it in all caps because it was a lot of meat and when I ordered it the waitress looked at me like I was a crazy meat fiend who might try and eat her after I finished my order. I informed her that I would be splitting the meat plate among 4 people, but I don't think she believed me. It was delicious, as were the faux-pancakes.
After breakfast we headed over to the castle. It wasn't that cool or castley. It was kind of hard to take in because it was so huge and Rick Steves said it wasn't worth touring, so we just did a few things. We went to the cathedral, which was so cool and full of stained glass. It was a sunny day, so that made the inside even more spectacular. We climbed up the tower to the top and had a great view of Prague.
The rest of the day we just kind of walked around and explored. We saw the Charles bridge, which goes over the main river of Prague and went to Wenceslaus Square. We walked through Old Town, which has this really famous astronomical clock that was supposed to do something really spectacular when it chimed on the hour. Everyone lined up in front of the tower, cameras ready, and when the hour changed, 12 little apostles peeked out through a window and then a bell rang and it was over. Really anticlimactic. I guess I was expecting pyrotechnics or something, but it was cute anyway Later, we stopped by the Jewish quarter, but were too late to go in anything except some souvenir shops. The people at these shops were so pushy and annoying and kept asking me where I was from. Since no one knows Ohio, I usually just say Chicago or New York or if I'm feeling really adventurous, California. One souvenir salesmen was especially obnoxious and kept offering marriage and his soul to the girls in our group. When all the girls had successfully avoided him and gone away, he said to Dan (one of the boys of the group), "What is wrong with those girls? Are they virgins?" Not really knowing how to answer this, Dan simply said, "Yeah" and proceeded to hear about the sexual history of souvenir man. He also warned Dan that he'd better get a girlfriend soon because in 10 short year, he would have nothing! None of this enticed any of us to buy souvenirs.
That night we had some great Thai food. Prague doesn't really have its own special food (except pig knuckles and grog) but it does pretty well with other people's food. Later that night, we went to a 5 story dance club, each floor having its own theme (for example, rap on floor 4 and 60s pop on floor 3). It was a good time involving a lot of awkward dancing and conversations with Europeans in broken English. It was also an amazing accomplishment because all 11 of us stayed together the entire time. Go team!
The following morning, we had a fantastic, though a bit American, breakfast of coffee and bagels. We went to the Jewish quarter to see some synagogues and a really old cemetery, which was pretty neat. It was a pretty chill day of just taking in the city.
Prague itself is kind of hard to define. It was very strange to be in a place where I did not know the language at all, but most people spoke English. The city was nothing like Rome or that type of Europe, but it had colorful buildings and different architecture. It was very cool and I definitely liked it, but it is really hard to describe and define its character. This could be because I was only there for 2 days. The Czech language is kind of confusing and from what I can tell, it involves taking English words and adding a "y" to the end. I saw words such as "miniatury", "bagely", synagogy", "republicky", and "dezerty"
We had all planned to meet at the hostel at 4:00 for our 7:00 flight, but once we got to the hostel and got out our confirmation emails, we realized the time of the flight was NOT 7:00, but 17:00. Military time is so very tricky. After a couple seconds of frantic scrambling, it became apparent that we would not make our flight, so we rushed off to the train station and thankfully caught the next train to Vienna. The train ride was only 5 hours and not that expensive, so it wasn't that bad. Actually, that is probably the smoothest a missed flight has ever gone in the history of missed traveling. We got into Vienna and crashed at Wombat hostel (that's right, Wombat). Wombat has a chain of hostels across Europe and it is pretty hip and very clean. In the hostel is a WomBar, which I unfortunately never checked out, but the high bass music and fun looking arrows pointing to it did look enticing.
Our first day in Vienna was spent at the Hofburg Palace. After another great breakfast at Cafe Hawelka (recommended by my dad via the Travel Channel--he recorded the program on Vienna and held the phone up while I listened) we headed on to the Spanish Riding School to fulfill a lifelong dream of mine--seeing the dance of the Lipizzaner horses. My official story for loving these horses is because I owned horses and use to ride blahblahblah but the real reason is because of the Angry Beavers. That's right, a Nickelodeon cartoon inspired me to go to Vienna to see the prancing Lipizzaners. To really go into the explanation would take too much time, and you would really just need to see that specific episode, so I will refrain. In any case, I was the most excited out of the group and was probably considered the crazy horse girl for dragging everyone to morning exercises at the Spanish Riding School first thing in the morning, but it was worth it.
Our next stop in the palace was the Imperial apartments, the Sisi museum, and a bunch of rooms full of royal dinnerware. There were a ton of plates and really food-specific dishes (example, asparagus holder and duck squeezer). The Sisi museum was super cool and was all about the legend of Princess Elizabeth of Austria. The Imperial Apartments were so extravagant and made me want to be a royal. It was all very cool and enjoyable and not Renaissance art, which is always a plus in my book. After the palace, we walked outside and found a park with autumn leaves. This was a big deal, since Rome doesn't really have any parks or trees, so we hadn't seen any signs of fall. As soon as we came upon a pile of leaves, we all degenerated into 5 year olds and had a leaf fight right in front of the Hofburg Palace. Once we picked the leaves out of our hair, we headed onto the Belvedere gardens, but not before stopping at a Wurstelstand to get some bratwurst. It was filled with cheese and so very good!
We spent a lot of time in the Belvedere gardens because they were really big and very pretty. While strolling through the botanical gardens, we spotted a woman standing very still between some trees. She was in a very awkward pose, but upon further investigation, this was not the strangest thing about her. She had a tail. She was cat woman. We walked a bit closer and (thankfully) discovered a film crew and a shirtless meatloaf-esque large man with really long hair. The hairy man kept chasing cat woman around and I have no idea why. Weird, weird, Austrians.
Austria is a very classy place and maintains its classical background despite its modern look. Mozart is everywhere and street performers play the piano (don't know how they get it onto the street). To stay in line with this classiness, we decided to go to the opera. We waited in line for an hour and a half for £2 standing tickets, got some cake and coffee at the Mozart cafe, then went to the opera. Outfitted in our NorthFace jackets and travel-worn jeans, clutching to our cheap tickets, we looked like uber-peasants. Everyone else was dressed very nicely and the opera house was quite fancy. We went to our standing area to claim our spots among the other peasants, but could find no good vantage point, so this was mostly a listening experience. The opera was Tosca and it was indeed incredible to hear. There were little computer screens that gave translations in various languages, which was pretty cool. We stayed for the first act and then left.
After that classy event, we went to the most Euro trash carnival in the world! We meant to ride this really old ferris wheel, but it was closed, so we stumbled upon this weird, random carnival with a couple rides and a casino. It was all lit up, but almost completely empty. It was a very strange atmosphere and it felt like something straight out of the setup of a bad horror flick. We rode the new, neon ferris wheel, which went right along with our theme of acting like children in Vienna. Once our enjoyment settled into creeped out, we headed back to the hostel and had dinner at a cafe nearby. A few of us ordered bread dumplings to go with our soup, expecting something gnocchi-like or perhaps some actual slices of bread. Instead, we got a giant doughy lump of bread with parsley sprinkled on top. Why anyone would actually intend to order this, I have no idea. It was literally, just a ball of bread!
The next morning we went to another famous cafe--Cafe Demel--which used to serve cake to the royals. The streudel was excellent and went very well with the Starbucks latte I purchased. That's right. Starbucks. The inside of the Starbucks looked exactly like every Starbucks I have ever been in, which was a little surreal, since we were in Vienna. It was a little comforting, though, being instantly transported to America.
On Sunday in Vienna, everything is closed. Well, I guess restaurants and museums are open, but I was really hoping to shop, and every single shop was closed. So instead, we went to the Stephensplatz cathedral, which was ok, but kind of unimpressive. I guess at this point I am just spoiled by Roman churches.
We headed over to the Museum quarter to check out what it had to offer, but none of them really appealed to me, so Dan and I headed off to explore Vienna. We went to the University of Vienna and sneaked inside. It was pretty basic and boring, just a school, but still neat to see another university. Afterwards, we just walked along the Danube. It was a very scenic area with sweet fall foliage. Vienna itself is a very cool city and I liked it a lot.
Before leaving Vienna, I found a souvenir shop (one of the only things open) and bought a winter hat and a pocket watch. The pocket watch doesn't really keep time and has an elk on the front of it. For some reason, I thought a pocket watch would be the perfect souvenir from Vienna, especially since I was heading on a train. I was very correct.
On the tram ride to the train station, a New Yorker noticed my new hat and asked if I was in Vienna to ski (stupid misleading hat) and then decided to strike up a conversation with me. In theory, talking to a fellow American should have been pleasant, but you are forgetting that I attract crazies. I don't know how I manage to not give off a more judgmental vibe, but crazy people seem to look at me and think, "Now there's a girl who wants to hear my life story!". This New Yorker introduced himself and instantly told me about his recent divorce from his Austrian wife. He has two kids, but according to him, they are old enough and don't need him anyway, so he should just go back to New York. He also shouldn't have to pay child support since he'll have to start his life over in New York and that will be costly. Not wanting to start a ruckus on the crowded tram, I just agreed and feigned sympathy. And that is my last event in Vienna.
On the train, we had 3 compartments of 4 beds each. The beds were actually pretty nice and after a couple of hours of talking, we all fell asleep and slept most of the 13 hours back to Rome. Before we left, we had bought a ton of food, which was completely unnecessary, so in addition to our giant backpacks and bags of souvenirs, we also dragged bags of food onto the Rome metro. After 5 long days of traveling, we were quite the group of ragamuffins. The whole experience was very disorienting, because it was like a vacation, but instead of returning home at the end, we went back to Rome and, for some of us, straight to class. It was good to be back in Rome, however, because even after this much traveling, it is still my favorite city and the best place to be.
I am done writing now so you can be done reading now.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Total Louvre-er
When I left the states to study abroad, I had no desire to travel to France. Yet somehow, I ended up in Paris last weekend and I am glad I did. The trip started out as a plan to meet some of my friends studying in London who would also be traveling to Paris that weekend, but due to complications and cell phones not working, this didn't happen, but I did have an ND Rome travel buddy.
I was only in Paris for two full days (got in late Wednesday night, left early Saturday morning) but I still accomplished a lot. I got to see Notre Dame Cathedral (and took really poorly executed hunchback pictures), the Musee D'Orsay (lots of Monets and Van Goghs etc.), the Louvre (too much art), the Eiffel Tower at night (its absolutely massive and it occasionally glitters!), Arc di Triomphe (not impressive, as there are a ton of triumphal arcs in Rome), the Moulin Rouge (smaller than I thought it would be and a little disappointing that Nicole Kidman wasn't singing on it), and the streets of Paris in general. Paris is beautiful--the streets are immaculately clean, the people are excellently dressed (very classic as opposed to the very trendy Italians), and the accents are great to hear. The food was also really good. Where Italians excel at gelato, the French prove their worth with pastries. I had my first crepe at the Quasimodo Cafe outside of Notre Dame cathedral and it was excellent, but the cappuccino I had was awful and only further proof that Italians really do know their coffee best (and that I shouldn't expect the best stuff from the "Quasimodo Cafe"). People were very friendly, which was surprising given the snobby French stereotype. However, fewer people spoke English in Paris than in Rome, which made it a little difficult to get by, considering the only French I know comes from Beauty and the Beast and the song Lady Marmalade. Italian seemed to work well, though, in helping us get along. One thing I noticed about Paris was that there were a lot more American chains like Starbucks and KFC (which was right next to competitor "Euro Fried Chicken"). Also, all the stereotypes about French people, besides the snobby one, are true. They really do wear berets and carry loaves of bread in their purses and have poodles. It kind of felt like a French theme park, with everything being exactly like I had expected, but a little better.
Outside the Louvre, someone offered to take my picture for me. He looked nice enough, so I handed him the camera and he turned around and walked off with it. It took me a second to stop posing and start shouting and walking towards him. He turned around and said "Just kidding!" and proceeded to tell me that he did this to teach me a lesson. French jerk.
That was only the start of my dislike of the Louvre. The Orsay was a much better museum with more recognizable artworks. The Louvre was just huge and contained every piece of art ever created that no one cares about (including a lot of Roman art that I've seen about a million times by now). We spent 6 hours there and by the 4th hour I was looking at the statues not for their artistic value, but to contemplate what their shatter pattern would look like if I pushed them over. Plus, the Mona Lisa wasn't that cool. There was my rant on the Louvre.
Now, a note on the Moulin Rouge. The Moulin Rouge is in a veritable red-light district of Paris. It is located at the end of a street lined with nothing but sex shops and neon lights, complete with copious amounts of nudity and disgustingly inappropriate catcalls from the hordes of men crowding the street. In other words, it was quite the ridiculous experience and a part of Europe I hadn't yet seen. Given our obvious disinterest in what the shops had to offer, we didn't stay long.
After almost missing our flight and our connecting flight (on which I got to have an extended conversation in Italian with the woman sitting next to me, who thought I was French!), we made it back to Rome, where everyone got dressed to the nines for a reception at the villa of the U.S. ambassador to the Holy See. This sounds a lot more impressive than it actually was, since we were invited because the ambassador's daughter is a Notre Dame student in my class. It was still a very classy evening and one of the coolest thing I will do. The villa was gorgeous and it was just a fancy evening in general.
That night I met up with Dana, Sarah B, and their friend Mei-Kay, who were on fall break from London. It was weird for the P.E. girls to be together in Rome, but totally awesome to get to see them. Earlier in the week, I got to see Tesia as well, so after hearing everyone's London stories, I'm super excited to go there.
Today, as I was walking to the Vatican post office, I saw a midget nun. It was excellent.
When I was sitting in St. Peter's Square the other day, studying for a quiz (just take a second to take in that sentence...I still can't get over that I live so close to St. Peter's Square), an Italian man carrying his motorino helmet stood in front of me, staring, until I would look up. He said, in Italian, "You have the most beautiful eyes." I responded, "I'm wearing sunglasses." The guy tried to explain himself by saying he was sure that I did have beautiful eyes if I would only remove my shades, but I just kept insisting that my eyes were nothing special. He sat down anyone and talked to me for a bit, then asked how old I was. When I said 20, he said, "Oh, I'm 40...well, you look busy. I'll leave you alone" then got up and left. I wish I knew how to say "creeper" in Italian.
On the JCU front... When I returned from Paris, I checked my email to find this lovely message:
For those of you who would like to get into the Halloween spirit the Housing Office would like to invite you to participate in our first ever electronic pumpkin carving contest.
This is JCU's sense of school activities. I'm starting to think JCU isn't even like high school. It's more like middle school. (Also, I'm glad they let everyone know how to use Paint and the Copy and Paste functions. Honestly....) If anyone wants to participate in the contest in my place, feel free.
I was only in Paris for two full days (got in late Wednesday night, left early Saturday morning) but I still accomplished a lot. I got to see Notre Dame Cathedral (and took really poorly executed hunchback pictures), the Musee D'Orsay (lots of Monets and Van Goghs etc.), the Louvre (too much art), the Eiffel Tower at night (its absolutely massive and it occasionally glitters!), Arc di Triomphe (not impressive, as there are a ton of triumphal arcs in Rome), the Moulin Rouge (smaller than I thought it would be and a little disappointing that Nicole Kidman wasn't singing on it), and the streets of Paris in general. Paris is beautiful--the streets are immaculately clean, the people are excellently dressed (very classic as opposed to the very trendy Italians), and the accents are great to hear. The food was also really good. Where Italians excel at gelato, the French prove their worth with pastries. I had my first crepe at the Quasimodo Cafe outside of Notre Dame cathedral and it was excellent, but the cappuccino I had was awful and only further proof that Italians really do know their coffee best (and that I shouldn't expect the best stuff from the "Quasimodo Cafe"). People were very friendly, which was surprising given the snobby French stereotype. However, fewer people spoke English in Paris than in Rome, which made it a little difficult to get by, considering the only French I know comes from Beauty and the Beast and the song Lady Marmalade. Italian seemed to work well, though, in helping us get along. One thing I noticed about Paris was that there were a lot more American chains like Starbucks and KFC (which was right next to competitor "Euro Fried Chicken"). Also, all the stereotypes about French people, besides the snobby one, are true. They really do wear berets and carry loaves of bread in their purses and have poodles. It kind of felt like a French theme park, with everything being exactly like I had expected, but a little better.
Outside the Louvre, someone offered to take my picture for me. He looked nice enough, so I handed him the camera and he turned around and walked off with it. It took me a second to stop posing and start shouting and walking towards him. He turned around and said "Just kidding!" and proceeded to tell me that he did this to teach me a lesson. French jerk.
That was only the start of my dislike of the Louvre. The Orsay was a much better museum with more recognizable artworks. The Louvre was just huge and contained every piece of art ever created that no one cares about (including a lot of Roman art that I've seen about a million times by now). We spent 6 hours there and by the 4th hour I was looking at the statues not for their artistic value, but to contemplate what their shatter pattern would look like if I pushed them over. Plus, the Mona Lisa wasn't that cool. There was my rant on the Louvre.
Now, a note on the Moulin Rouge. The Moulin Rouge is in a veritable red-light district of Paris. It is located at the end of a street lined with nothing but sex shops and neon lights, complete with copious amounts of nudity and disgustingly inappropriate catcalls from the hordes of men crowding the street. In other words, it was quite the ridiculous experience and a part of Europe I hadn't yet seen. Given our obvious disinterest in what the shops had to offer, we didn't stay long.
After almost missing our flight and our connecting flight (on which I got to have an extended conversation in Italian with the woman sitting next to me, who thought I was French!), we made it back to Rome, where everyone got dressed to the nines for a reception at the villa of the U.S. ambassador to the Holy See. This sounds a lot more impressive than it actually was, since we were invited because the ambassador's daughter is a Notre Dame student in my class. It was still a very classy evening and one of the coolest thing I will do. The villa was gorgeous and it was just a fancy evening in general.
That night I met up with Dana, Sarah B, and their friend Mei-Kay, who were on fall break from London. It was weird for the P.E. girls to be together in Rome, but totally awesome to get to see them. Earlier in the week, I got to see Tesia as well, so after hearing everyone's London stories, I'm super excited to go there.
Today, as I was walking to the Vatican post office, I saw a midget nun. It was excellent.
When I was sitting in St. Peter's Square the other day, studying for a quiz (just take a second to take in that sentence...I still can't get over that I live so close to St. Peter's Square), an Italian man carrying his motorino helmet stood in front of me, staring, until I would look up. He said, in Italian, "You have the most beautiful eyes." I responded, "I'm wearing sunglasses." The guy tried to explain himself by saying he was sure that I did have beautiful eyes if I would only remove my shades, but I just kept insisting that my eyes were nothing special. He sat down anyone and talked to me for a bit, then asked how old I was. When I said 20, he said, "Oh, I'm 40...well, you look busy. I'll leave you alone" then got up and left. I wish I knew how to say "creeper" in Italian.
On the JCU front... When I returned from Paris, I checked my email to find this lovely message:
For those of you who would like to get into the Halloween spirit the Housing Office would like to invite you to participate in our first ever electronic pumpkin carving contest.
Here’s how it works:
Click on this link: http://www.coasttocoastam.com
Create your pumpkin.
Open the Paint program on your computer.
Go back to your carved pumpkin.
Push the print screen button (Stamp/R Sist) on your computer.
Go back to Paint and paste (ctrl v).
Your carved pumpkin should be pasted into Paint.
Save the picture on your computer.
Either respond to this email or create a new email addressed to housing@johncabot.edu and attach your saved pumpkin (jack-o-lantern) picture. In the subject line of the email write your name and phone number (so we can contact you if you win).
This is JCU's sense of school activities. I'm starting to think JCU isn't even like high school. It's more like middle school. (Also, I'm glad they let everyone know how to use Paint and the Copy and Paste functions. Honestly....) If anyone wants to participate in the contest in my place, feel free.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Killing Abroad
JCU and its students continue to confound and amaze me. Why anyone would choose to attend this university for an entire 4 years, I will never understand, yet there are some who do.
For instance, Joe from the Ventotene post is a student from Portugal who attends JCU out of his own free will for the duration of his college education. He is in my international marketing class and is full of classy questions.
The other day in said class, we were discussing international law as part of an international marketing strategy. Joe eagerly raises his hand and asks a question having nothing to do with marketing, but I suppose it was related to international law. Question: "So, I am Portuguese. I live in Italy. What would happen if I kill someone in Brazil?" The professor answers with something about if he killed someone in Spain, he would be in trouble because its part of the EU, but Joe kept refuting that answer with, "But I killed the guy in Brazil!" Seeing as he had no answer and his students were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, he moved the class on.
Later during that same lecture, Joe brought forth another question along the same lines. "So, I'm Portuguese. What if I'm in Italy, driving a German car, and I run over a Roman? What would happen to me then? Who's laws do I fall under?" I'm not quite sure why he thought the outcome would change depending on the make of the car he was driving. The professor pretty much brushed this question off as well, but I think some further interrogation should be done of Joe. I will be careful never to cross him, at least not in Brazil or whilst he is driving a German car.
For instance, Joe from the Ventotene post is a student from Portugal who attends JCU out of his own free will for the duration of his college education. He is in my international marketing class and is full of classy questions.
The other day in said class, we were discussing international law as part of an international marketing strategy. Joe eagerly raises his hand and asks a question having nothing to do with marketing, but I suppose it was related to international law. Question: "So, I am Portuguese. I live in Italy. What would happen if I kill someone in Brazil?" The professor answers with something about if he killed someone in Spain, he would be in trouble because its part of the EU, but Joe kept refuting that answer with, "But I killed the guy in Brazil!" Seeing as he had no answer and his students were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, he moved the class on.
Later during that same lecture, Joe brought forth another question along the same lines. "So, I'm Portuguese. What if I'm in Italy, driving a German car, and I run over a Roman? What would happen to me then? Who's laws do I fall under?" I'm not quite sure why he thought the outcome would change depending on the make of the car he was driving. The professor pretty much brushed this question off as well, but I think some further interrogation should be done of Joe. I will be careful never to cross him, at least not in Brazil or whilst he is driving a German car.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Feeding Frenzy
My apartment is absolutely freezing. The heat doesn't get turned on until November 15. I am painfully cold. Hopefully, writing about the weekend's events will take my mind off of it.
Wednesday, I went to Alexanderplatz, a really groovy jazz joint very close to the apartments. The woman singing that night was excellent and did a cover of Britney Spears's "Toxic". It sounded much better with a jazzy tone.
Thursday, I spent walking around the Trastevere and Vatican area by myself. It was nice to just chill out and take in the city. I walked past a guy on a pay phone and he stopped mid-sentence to shout a "Ciao bella" my way. Does that ever work? Does anyone actually stop and say, "Why, how nice that you called me beautiful simply because you noticed I am female! Please, continue with your flattering generalizations and then perhaps we shall go to the local discoteca tonight." No. Never.
Thursday night, a group of us went to Piazza Navona. We ended up in a bar that became infiltrated with lots of pasty British guys ranging from the ages of 26 to 56. One was sporting underwear on the outside of his pants and carrying around a wooden spoon. We decided he would be a fun guy to talk to and we did have an interesting conversation about his attire, which he explained by saying, "Isn't this what the Romans do?" Nope, not usually. Then he asked us if we were Canadian, so of course we said yes and he said, "Yeah, you don't seem good enough to be Americans." It was eventually (or right after this comment) revealed that we were American and this British fellow wanted to know where in America I was from. I don't know why I even bothered saying Ohio. Everyone just gives me a false nod of recognition whenever I say Ohio. The British guy was no different, except he went a little further in trying to figure out where it was. I pretty much told him it was next to New York City. Close enough. Later, we met this British guy's super creepy friend who talked constantly about how he just loooooved the American accent and any girl who had it could just melt his heart by talking. I tried to stay silent when around him, but I still got an awkward, uncomfortable, and uninvited lingering cheek kiss from him when he left. He was gross.
After about 2 hours of sleep that night, I got up and went to Perugia with Caitlin for the EuroChocolate festival. Perugia is a town in Umbria near Assisi and it has a university. It's a lot less touristy than other towns and very pretty. Chocolate Festival was very cool and consisted of a collection of tents throughout the town, all with various kinds of chocolate in any shape or flavor you could want. There was violet chocolate, pure dark chocolate, cinnamon chocolate, chocolate covered fruit, chocolate cell phones, chocolate batteries, hot chocolate, chocolate with absinthe, chocolate and hot peppers, chocolate pasta, etc. We were welcomed into Perugia by a very attractive man dressed in a giant blue mouse costume (we later found out he was supposed to be Ratattouie). He walked up right in front of Caitlin and I, waved and said "Buon giorno!" and walked off. We were so stunned by his hot factor that for a moment, we forgot he was dressed as a cartoon mouse and gave a jaunty buon giorno right back at him. Later that day, we found him again and without saying a word, handed a camera to someone and got on either side of him and snapped a photo. We left with a "Grazie" and a "Ciao, topo!" (Bye, mouse!). After eating oodles of chocolate and drinking some super thick hot chocolate, we decided we needed an actual meal and had the best pizza yet at a little pizzeria that had the feeling/smell of a church basement. Then we went searching for Ruff Stuff, a gangsta ghetto fabulous store we heard about from MTV's Italy guide book. After searching for quite some time, we finally found it, and it was closed. Bummer. But we did find a great vintage store. Good thing Perugia is small because we went to it three times before it was opened. The store itself was very small, but it had a lot of treasures like Prada shoes and real snake skin clutches. I tried on a pair of knee high boots, but as with most Italian boots, it didn't zip up all the way because of the giant calves I have developed from all the walking I do here. I have no idea why all Italians do not have massive legs. When the woman who owned the store asked if the boots fit I said, "No, ho le gambe come un uomo." (I have legs like a man). She replied with a "Si" and a nod in agreement. Stupid man legs. The rest of Perugia was very cool and scenic and the chocolate was terrific.
Instead of collapsing into bed as soon as I got back that night, a group of us went to Trastevere to see Quentin Terantino. That's right, the director. We had all gotten an email inviting us to a club opening which was also a party for Quentin Terantino. The invite boasted a hip hop and R&B party and an actual appearance by Quentin himself. Most were skeptical, but I put my trust in JCU (bad decision right there) and went to the party, camera in hand, ready to photograph QT and ask him for a job. We got to the club around 11:30. It didn't open until 12:30 and when we asked the bouncer about Quentin he acted like he couldn't understand us and just kept repeating the opening time of the club. Finally, the club opened and a flood of American students dressed as Reservoir Dogs eagerly awaiting Terantino's arrival lined up. We handed over our special invitations and asked a different bouncer about QT. She laughed at us and said, "This is Italy!" which I guess meant that in Italy, it's ok to lie to people about celebrity appearances to get them to go to a club. We left after about 10 minutes of being there. Next week, the club is having a party for Spike Lee. I will not be going.
On the way to that club we did see an interesting sight--an Italian bachelorette party. A gaggle of inebriated Italian women was gathered outside the Vatican walls (great place for debauchery) and one had a veil on and sign around her neck asking for help. Her task was to stop cars in the street and wash their windows. She was all about this and was running out into the street to wash windows. Her sign said she was getting married the very next day. I hope she didn't get hit by a car the night before her wedding.
Today was a fantastic day. It included all my favorite elements of Italy--great food, great friends, great views, and Maria Younes. Plus it was free! We went on a Notre Dame sponsored trip to Farfa. I'm still not entirely sure where Farfa is, but I think it's near Florence, so it must be in Tuscany. The town of Farfa is very small and quiet and has tons of cats and dogs just running around. There was one little dog that followed us around everywhere. I named him Quentin Terantino in honor of the previous night. No one called him this. When we got to Farfa, we walked around the town for a bit, sampled some honey from a roadside stand, and pet some stray cats. Then we hiked up a hill to an olive grove. The hike was nothing because, after Assisi, every incline will seem like cake. Along the hike, we stopped and looked at the vegetation, which was very Mediterranean and beachy. There was a strong wind blowing that made a great sound through all the trees and bushes. We got to the top of the hill where our tour guide's mother and 3-year old son, Lorenzo, met us. The view was great and you could see lots of olive groves. If you looked very hard, you could see St. Peter's on the horizon. After telling us a few facts about olives, we were sent out to take a quiz, the questions of which were tied to trees throughout the olive grove. The top three scorers each got a bottle of the grove's homemade olive oil, which we sample later and was very good. I was a top scorer, but I attribute that to my lucky guessing skills rather than to my knowledge of olives. The best part of the day was lunch. We sat on a patio on top of the hill, overlooking the olive grove and all of Farfa. We had meat, cheese, bread, olive oil, salad, olives, lentil soup, mapo (cross between grapefruits and clementines), and "chocolate surprise". It was one of the best meals ever, and not just because of the great food, but also because of the great view and tranquility of the place. After we went down the hill, we took a tour of the Benedictine abbey. It was a lovely day.
There were a few crazy Maria Younes stories. I don't know what it is with her, but she is just weird. When we were at the honey stand, someone mentioned that they put honey in their tea. Maria responded with, "I put honey in my tea, too! See, we are alike! We are very similar!" At the end of the trip when we got off the bus and headed back to the apartments, Maria shouted "YOUR WELCOME" after us, insinuating we were rude children who never said thank you. We did say thank you several times throughout the trip. We just didn't say it all in unison at the end of the trip. There are other Maria stories, but they are all too topical and I don't really feel like telling them (you probably don't feel like reading them).
Now I'm probably going to go run my face under some boiling water or walk on some hot coals or something to warm up. I did not pack well for this...
Wednesday, I went to Alexanderplatz, a really groovy jazz joint very close to the apartments. The woman singing that night was excellent and did a cover of Britney Spears's "Toxic". It sounded much better with a jazzy tone.
Thursday, I spent walking around the Trastevere and Vatican area by myself. It was nice to just chill out and take in the city. I walked past a guy on a pay phone and he stopped mid-sentence to shout a "Ciao bella" my way. Does that ever work? Does anyone actually stop and say, "Why, how nice that you called me beautiful simply because you noticed I am female! Please, continue with your flattering generalizations and then perhaps we shall go to the local discoteca tonight." No. Never.
Thursday night, a group of us went to Piazza Navona. We ended up in a bar that became infiltrated with lots of pasty British guys ranging from the ages of 26 to 56. One was sporting underwear on the outside of his pants and carrying around a wooden spoon. We decided he would be a fun guy to talk to and we did have an interesting conversation about his attire, which he explained by saying, "Isn't this what the Romans do?" Nope, not usually. Then he asked us if we were Canadian, so of course we said yes and he said, "Yeah, you don't seem good enough to be Americans." It was eventually (or right after this comment) revealed that we were American and this British fellow wanted to know where in America I was from. I don't know why I even bothered saying Ohio. Everyone just gives me a false nod of recognition whenever I say Ohio. The British guy was no different, except he went a little further in trying to figure out where it was. I pretty much told him it was next to New York City. Close enough. Later, we met this British guy's super creepy friend who talked constantly about how he just loooooved the American accent and any girl who had it could just melt his heart by talking. I tried to stay silent when around him, but I still got an awkward, uncomfortable, and uninvited lingering cheek kiss from him when he left. He was gross.
After about 2 hours of sleep that night, I got up and went to Perugia with Caitlin for the EuroChocolate festival. Perugia is a town in Umbria near Assisi and it has a university. It's a lot less touristy than other towns and very pretty. Chocolate Festival was very cool and consisted of a collection of tents throughout the town, all with various kinds of chocolate in any shape or flavor you could want. There was violet chocolate, pure dark chocolate, cinnamon chocolate, chocolate covered fruit, chocolate cell phones, chocolate batteries, hot chocolate, chocolate with absinthe, chocolate and hot peppers, chocolate pasta, etc. We were welcomed into Perugia by a very attractive man dressed in a giant blue mouse costume (we later found out he was supposed to be Ratattouie). He walked up right in front of Caitlin and I, waved and said "Buon giorno!" and walked off. We were so stunned by his hot factor that for a moment, we forgot he was dressed as a cartoon mouse and gave a jaunty buon giorno right back at him. Later that day, we found him again and without saying a word, handed a camera to someone and got on either side of him and snapped a photo. We left with a "Grazie" and a "Ciao, topo!" (Bye, mouse!). After eating oodles of chocolate and drinking some super thick hot chocolate, we decided we needed an actual meal and had the best pizza yet at a little pizzeria that had the feeling/smell of a church basement. Then we went searching for Ruff Stuff, a gangsta ghetto fabulous store we heard about from MTV's Italy guide book. After searching for quite some time, we finally found it, and it was closed. Bummer. But we did find a great vintage store. Good thing Perugia is small because we went to it three times before it was opened. The store itself was very small, but it had a lot of treasures like Prada shoes and real snake skin clutches. I tried on a pair of knee high boots, but as with most Italian boots, it didn't zip up all the way because of the giant calves I have developed from all the walking I do here. I have no idea why all Italians do not have massive legs. When the woman who owned the store asked if the boots fit I said, "No, ho le gambe come un uomo." (I have legs like a man). She replied with a "Si" and a nod in agreement. Stupid man legs. The rest of Perugia was very cool and scenic and the chocolate was terrific.
Instead of collapsing into bed as soon as I got back that night, a group of us went to Trastevere to see Quentin Terantino. That's right, the director. We had all gotten an email inviting us to a club opening which was also a party for Quentin Terantino. The invite boasted a hip hop and R&B party and an actual appearance by Quentin himself. Most were skeptical, but I put my trust in JCU (bad decision right there) and went to the party, camera in hand, ready to photograph QT and ask him for a job. We got to the club around 11:30. It didn't open until 12:30 and when we asked the bouncer about Quentin he acted like he couldn't understand us and just kept repeating the opening time of the club. Finally, the club opened and a flood of American students dressed as Reservoir Dogs eagerly awaiting Terantino's arrival lined up. We handed over our special invitations and asked a different bouncer about QT. She laughed at us and said, "This is Italy!" which I guess meant that in Italy, it's ok to lie to people about celebrity appearances to get them to go to a club. We left after about 10 minutes of being there. Next week, the club is having a party for Spike Lee. I will not be going.
On the way to that club we did see an interesting sight--an Italian bachelorette party. A gaggle of inebriated Italian women was gathered outside the Vatican walls (great place for debauchery) and one had a veil on and sign around her neck asking for help. Her task was to stop cars in the street and wash their windows. She was all about this and was running out into the street to wash windows. Her sign said she was getting married the very next day. I hope she didn't get hit by a car the night before her wedding.
Today was a fantastic day. It included all my favorite elements of Italy--great food, great friends, great views, and Maria Younes. Plus it was free! We went on a Notre Dame sponsored trip to Farfa. I'm still not entirely sure where Farfa is, but I think it's near Florence, so it must be in Tuscany. The town of Farfa is very small and quiet and has tons of cats and dogs just running around. There was one little dog that followed us around everywhere. I named him Quentin Terantino in honor of the previous night. No one called him this. When we got to Farfa, we walked around the town for a bit, sampled some honey from a roadside stand, and pet some stray cats. Then we hiked up a hill to an olive grove. The hike was nothing because, after Assisi, every incline will seem like cake. Along the hike, we stopped and looked at the vegetation, which was very Mediterranean and beachy. There was a strong wind blowing that made a great sound through all the trees and bushes. We got to the top of the hill where our tour guide's mother and 3-year old son, Lorenzo, met us. The view was great and you could see lots of olive groves. If you looked very hard, you could see St. Peter's on the horizon. After telling us a few facts about olives, we were sent out to take a quiz, the questions of which were tied to trees throughout the olive grove. The top three scorers each got a bottle of the grove's homemade olive oil, which we sample later and was very good. I was a top scorer, but I attribute that to my lucky guessing skills rather than to my knowledge of olives. The best part of the day was lunch. We sat on a patio on top of the hill, overlooking the olive grove and all of Farfa. We had meat, cheese, bread, olive oil, salad, olives, lentil soup, mapo (cross between grapefruits and clementines), and "chocolate surprise". It was one of the best meals ever, and not just because of the great food, but also because of the great view and tranquility of the place. After we went down the hill, we took a tour of the Benedictine abbey. It was a lovely day.
There were a few crazy Maria Younes stories. I don't know what it is with her, but she is just weird. When we were at the honey stand, someone mentioned that they put honey in their tea. Maria responded with, "I put honey in my tea, too! See, we are alike! We are very similar!" At the end of the trip when we got off the bus and headed back to the apartments, Maria shouted "YOUR WELCOME" after us, insinuating we were rude children who never said thank you. We did say thank you several times throughout the trip. We just didn't say it all in unison at the end of the trip. There are other Maria stories, but they are all too topical and I don't really feel like telling them (you probably don't feel like reading them).
Now I'm probably going to go run my face under some boiling water or walk on some hot coals or something to warm up. I did not pack well for this...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Dinner Theater Train Terrorizes Stow
I had some time to kill today in between classes and decided to check out the Stow Sentry--Stow, Ohio's weekly publication. Apparently, I'm not missing much:
Then I found this article under the most frequently viewed articles. I think it was supposed to give me a warm fuzzy feeling about the citizens of Stow. Instead, it made me laugh and let me know that there is a nearby pet cemetery.
On May 8th, after an especially tough day, I had occassion to stop in Stow to shop around 5pm. I had left the Boston Hills Pet Cemetery with my beloved dogs' ashes, and battled my way through the Route 8 traffic to go to the Graham Rd. Pet Supplies Plus store to get pet food. With a lot on my mind, I had dropped my wallet after getting out of my Jeep....spilling a lot of the contents on the ground. I thought I had gotten it all and went into the store to shop. With my bags in tow, I got in my truck and drove away....except, I hadn't picked up my drivers license, bank card or the cash with them!! Off I went to finish the rest of my long day. Before going home, I wanted to get gasoline, and guess what? I discovered my cash, bank card AND license were missing!! I tried to think where I could have lost these things....trying to re-trace my steps! Upset and tired, I head back to my home in Firestone Park. When I came in the house, I heard a phone message from a Officer Bastock, of the Stow Police, telling me an anonymous good Samaritan had found my ID, bank card and cash, and would I please call him! This was at 11pm and he gone home, too. But, the next morning, I called the Records Dept. of the Police station and was told where I could retrieve this items by a very nice young lady. She said the officer and the staff were EXTREMLY surprised that my ID, bank card WITH cash were returned! I wasn't, though....I have never had a bad experience in Stow! It is a nice place to visit, shop and I am sure it is a wonderful place to live, since there are Good Samaritans there, too! Thank you, kind person!
Please note that "occassion" and "EXTREMLY" are spelled wrong.
I heart St. Ow
*I have placed in bold the best tidbits from this article
Stow -- City Council is asking county court officials to back them up in their attempt to prohibit a dinner theater train from coming through Stow.
During its Oct. 11 meeting, Council approved legislation to request a "judgment [from the Summit County Court of Common Pleas] stating whether the [city's] zoning code would prohibit this type of entertainment."
According to Council member Ron Alexander, "[Stow]'s zoning ordinances do not permit restaurants or entertainment businesses to operate in areas that are zoned residential or industrial. The proposed dinner train would operate in both residential- and industrial-zoned areas of Stow."
In February, Gabriel Hall, president and CEO of U.S. Rail Corp., said a dinner theater train will travel the rails from Cuyahoga Falls through Silver Lake and Stow to Hudson. He estimated it would not be operational until June or July 2008 at the earliest.
U.S. Rail representatives did not return calls by press time.
Alexander said if the court says the zoning laws prohibit the dinner train, he believes the city would file an injunction so the train cannot run through the city.
The line will begin near downtown Cuyahoga Falls, and travel across Front Street, Hudson Drive, along the border of Silver Lake, and into Stow on Hudson Drive and up to Barlow Road in Hudson.
The train is expected to have entertainment such as musical revues, stand-up comedy or murder/mystery/romance productions, with food and beverage service.
Silver Lake Village took legal action in 2002 to prevent the train running through the village. However, after four years of proceedings and rulings, the Ohio Supreme Court ruled last year to allow Metro Regional Transit Authority to lease a section of railroad track to the Cuyahoga Falls and Hudson Railway Co., a subsidiary of U.S. Rail Corp., for operation of a dinner theater train.
Alexander said although city officials had concerns about the dinner train in 2001, officials decided not to join in with Silver Lake's lawsuit.
"We decided to wait to see if Silver Lake could win the lawsuit, and not use our taxpayers' money," he said. "We believe our zoning ordinances prohibit the dinner train."
Alexander added he expects the court process to stop the dinner train to take between 18 months and three years.
"I'm very glad Stow's doing this," said Silver Lake Mayor Bernie Hovey. "I wish they would've jumped in and helped us years ago ... I still wish them the best of luck now."
Hovey added the village is not planning to take any more legal action to stop the dinner train.
"We've done all we can do," said Hovey.
Man, I hope this problem gets solved soon! I don't want to come back to a town overrun with locomotive feasts and entertainment! What's next, a casino on a boat on Silver Lake???Then I found this article under the most frequently viewed articles. I think it was supposed to give me a warm fuzzy feeling about the citizens of Stow. Instead, it made me laugh and let me know that there is a nearby pet cemetery.
On May 8th, after an especially tough day, I had occassion to stop in Stow to shop around 5pm. I had left the Boston Hills Pet Cemetery with my beloved dogs' ashes, and battled my way through the Route 8 traffic to go to the Graham Rd. Pet Supplies Plus store to get pet food. With a lot on my mind, I had dropped my wallet after getting out of my Jeep....spilling a lot of the contents on the ground. I thought I had gotten it all and went into the store to shop. With my bags in tow, I got in my truck and drove away....except, I hadn't picked up my drivers license, bank card or the cash with them!! Off I went to finish the rest of my long day. Before going home, I wanted to get gasoline, and guess what? I discovered my cash, bank card AND license were missing!! I tried to think where I could have lost these things....trying to re-trace my steps! Upset and tired, I head back to my home in Firestone Park. When I came in the house, I heard a phone message from a Officer Bastock, of the Stow Police, telling me an anonymous good Samaritan had found my ID, bank card and cash, and would I please call him! This was at 11pm and he gone home, too. But, the next morning, I called the Records Dept. of the Police station and was told where I could retrieve this items by a very nice young lady. She said the officer and the staff were EXTREMLY surprised that my ID, bank card WITH cash were returned! I wasn't, though....I have never had a bad experience in Stow! It is a nice place to visit, shop and I am sure it is a wonderful place to live, since there are Good Samaritans there, too! Thank you, kind person!
Please note that "occassion" and "EXTREMLY" are spelled wrong.
I heart St. Ow
Fashion Whore
One thing that is no different no matter where I am is midterms. They are always bad. Admittedly, they are not as stressful or involved as Notre Dame midterms, but considering I am in a very low-key, low-work, low-scholarly-motivational environment, midterms seem just as hard. Fortunately, I'm mostly through them and only have one more left tomorrow.
This past weekend was a weekend dedicated to fashion. This kind of happened accidentally, as we only actually had one fashion-related thing planned. On Friday, Kristina, Jackie, Caitlin, and I went to the Valentino exhibit in the Ara Pacis museum. I had been there before, but it was for my Ancient Rome and its Monuments class, so when I stopped to gawk at the dresses, the professor screeched in her faux-British accent (she's from Baltimore or something and studied in England) "Stop looking at the dresses! We are here for class! I used to like pretty dresses, too, but now is not the time for such frivolity!" So I begrudgingly turned my attention to (fell asleep while standing in front of) the Ara Pacis and some other old rocks with historical significance blahblahblah. Actually getting to go through and enjoy the Valentino exhibit was definitely worth the trip back to the museum. It was a very creepy display. Strange music was playing and all the manikins were shiny and bald and had really long necks. They were either hung on a wall or posed with their arms extended, seemingly beckoning you into their world of high fashion. It got a little less creepy when we got to the display of celebrity gowns. It was really cool to see dresses I remembered Reese Witherspoon, Julia Roberts, and Jennifer Lopez wearing. All the dresses were gorgeous and it was definitely a nice break from looking at ancient Roman architecture or Renaissance religious paintings.
After the Valentino exhibit, Caitlin and I bought chocolate and coffee and hopped on the metro to go to Cinnecitta. We really knew nothing about this metro stop, except that it was near the end of the line and the name sounded cool. Cinnecitta is like the Hollywood of Italy and I think it produced Gangs of New York and The Passion. The production studio was directly outside the metro stop, but when we tried to go in, a security guard stopped us to inform us that it was not for the public, but for work only. I thought about saying that I was there to see Spike Lee, as he had recently been spotted at Campo dei Fiori, but I decided to just pursue an internship there so I could go there every day without lying. The are around Cinnecitta looked very un-Roman, as there was no sign of the ancient to be seen. It was very industrial and open, so with nothing else to do, we just walked down the street. And then we found it. A mall! In Rome! Hooray! I don't mean to seem material, but it was really cool to see a giant 100 store mall in the middle of Italy when stores are usually no bigger than dorm rooms. Also, I just like to see Italy's take on American things (America's take on Italian things--like cappuccino--just don't compare). The mall had a department store (!!!) and a bunch of other chains, much like our own malls. But unlike our malls, people brought their dogs in with them (they were not blind) and instead of cell phone kiosks, there were bars advertising happy hour. Shopping and just walking around the mall was excellent and afterwards, we went to Piazza di Spagna and had a delicious dinner. We took a bus to the Vatican and as usual got kind of lost in a place we'd never known existed, but eventually made it home. Online, we found another mall on the eastern side of Rome that has 210 stores (!!!!!), so the plan is to make it there this weekend.
Saturday was the one day of actual planned fashion. Caitlin and I had signed up for a JCU sponsored trip to the fashion outlet stores in Tuscany. Since this was a JCU trip, there was a long walk early in the morning, an even longer bus ride, and really obnoxious people. The bus was packed, so on the way to the outlets, Caitlin and I could only get seats diagonal from each other. This put us sitting next to people as shallow as puddles and dumb as mud. I wasn't exactly expecting a group of MENSA potentials to be going on this trip, but I was expecting college students who acted like college students. Instead, there were what appeared to be high schoolers imitating what they've seen on Laguna Beach, though they were indeed college students, mostly from American University. Here are some tidbits from their conversations that made the bus trip nearly unbearable. (my comments in parentheses)
On Sororities:
Shallow Sally: I really didn't want to join my sorority, but they wanted me, so I guess I just kind of had to be nice (isn't that generous of you to offer yourself when they want you sooo badly)
Dumb Debbie: I joined a sorority without a house so I wouldn't have to live with all of them. Wouldn't that be awful, having to live with your sorority sisters? (why join a sorority if you hate the people in it???)
Shallow Sally: At your school, which sorority has the fat chicks?
Dumb Debbie: My big sister (assigned in the sorority--lucky her) sucked. She totally ignored me because her brother died! (how selfish of her!)
On everything else:
Sally: Counting is hard! (for some...)
Debbie: She looks like she has down syndrome. It's probably because she's Swedish. (so what's your excuse for acting retarded?)
Sally: I always have really awesome birthday parties. My 10th birthday was on a boat, so it was really mature for 10 year olds. The next year, we took a limo to Dave and Busters. (Dave and Busters?! High roller!)
Sally: I get 7 days of my birthday and 7 days of Christmas!
Debbie: (referring to the houses near the outlets) I doubt the people who live here can actually shop at these outlets (they were nice houses...)
Once the bus stopped, I ran off. These girls were too much for me. Our first stop was a store that had just Prada and Miu Miu. Caitlin and I soon realized that 50-70% off of designer fashion still puts the price at 300-1200 euro, so we got bored pretty quickly and decided to walk around a bit. Past the parking lot of the outlet, all we found was a closed sandwich shop and some guy peeing on the side of the road, so we just sat outside. The next stop was much better because it had a lot of stores. They were still really pricey, but it was fun to look at all this stuff. The restaurant at these outlets was so trendy and had fashion TV playing and was the only place I've seen in Italy that offers salads as a meal and not a side dish (though the salad looked like something I would make because it was just tuna thrown on top of lettuce with some corn, a tasty and unusual combination).
The bus ride back was quieter since people were sleeping. It got noisy again when people started pointing out the window and yelling "Prostitutes!". All along the road back into Rome were hookers. First, transvestites, then actual women. Most of them were not wearing pants, only thongs, or some version of that. They were all just out in the open, standing on the side of the road. A few cars did pull over as we were stuck in traffic. They did look better than the hookers we saw in Rome near the Vatican earlier that weekend.
Thus ends the weekend of fashion...and of annoying people...and hookers.......
This past weekend was a weekend dedicated to fashion. This kind of happened accidentally, as we only actually had one fashion-related thing planned. On Friday, Kristina, Jackie, Caitlin, and I went to the Valentino exhibit in the Ara Pacis museum. I had been there before, but it was for my Ancient Rome and its Monuments class, so when I stopped to gawk at the dresses, the professor screeched in her faux-British accent (she's from Baltimore or something and studied in England) "Stop looking at the dresses! We are here for class! I used to like pretty dresses, too, but now is not the time for such frivolity!" So I begrudgingly turned my attention to (fell asleep while standing in front of) the Ara Pacis and some other old rocks with historical significance blahblahblah. Actually getting to go through and enjoy the Valentino exhibit was definitely worth the trip back to the museum. It was a very creepy display. Strange music was playing and all the manikins were shiny and bald and had really long necks. They were either hung on a wall or posed with their arms extended, seemingly beckoning you into their world of high fashion. It got a little less creepy when we got to the display of celebrity gowns. It was really cool to see dresses I remembered Reese Witherspoon, Julia Roberts, and Jennifer Lopez wearing. All the dresses were gorgeous and it was definitely a nice break from looking at ancient Roman architecture or Renaissance religious paintings.
After the Valentino exhibit, Caitlin and I bought chocolate and coffee and hopped on the metro to go to Cinnecitta. We really knew nothing about this metro stop, except that it was near the end of the line and the name sounded cool. Cinnecitta is like the Hollywood of Italy and I think it produced Gangs of New York and The Passion. The production studio was directly outside the metro stop, but when we tried to go in, a security guard stopped us to inform us that it was not for the public, but for work only. I thought about saying that I was there to see Spike Lee, as he had recently been spotted at Campo dei Fiori, but I decided to just pursue an internship there so I could go there every day without lying. The are around Cinnecitta looked very un-Roman, as there was no sign of the ancient to be seen. It was very industrial and open, so with nothing else to do, we just walked down the street. And then we found it. A mall! In Rome! Hooray! I don't mean to seem material, but it was really cool to see a giant 100 store mall in the middle of Italy when stores are usually no bigger than dorm rooms. Also, I just like to see Italy's take on American things (America's take on Italian things--like cappuccino--just don't compare). The mall had a department store (!!!) and a bunch of other chains, much like our own malls. But unlike our malls, people brought their dogs in with them (they were not blind) and instead of cell phone kiosks, there were bars advertising happy hour. Shopping and just walking around the mall was excellent and afterwards, we went to Piazza di Spagna and had a delicious dinner. We took a bus to the Vatican and as usual got kind of lost in a place we'd never known existed, but eventually made it home. Online, we found another mall on the eastern side of Rome that has 210 stores (!!!!!), so the plan is to make it there this weekend.
Saturday was the one day of actual planned fashion. Caitlin and I had signed up for a JCU sponsored trip to the fashion outlet stores in Tuscany. Since this was a JCU trip, there was a long walk early in the morning, an even longer bus ride, and really obnoxious people. The bus was packed, so on the way to the outlets, Caitlin and I could only get seats diagonal from each other. This put us sitting next to people as shallow as puddles and dumb as mud. I wasn't exactly expecting a group of MENSA potentials to be going on this trip, but I was expecting college students who acted like college students. Instead, there were what appeared to be high schoolers imitating what they've seen on Laguna Beach, though they were indeed college students, mostly from American University. Here are some tidbits from their conversations that made the bus trip nearly unbearable. (my comments in parentheses)
On Sororities:
Shallow Sally: I really didn't want to join my sorority, but they wanted me, so I guess I just kind of had to be nice (isn't that generous of you to offer yourself when they want you sooo badly)
Dumb Debbie: I joined a sorority without a house so I wouldn't have to live with all of them. Wouldn't that be awful, having to live with your sorority sisters? (why join a sorority if you hate the people in it???)
Shallow Sally: At your school, which sorority has the fat chicks?
Dumb Debbie: My big sister (assigned in the sorority--lucky her) sucked. She totally ignored me because her brother died! (how selfish of her!)
On everything else:
Sally: Counting is hard! (for some...)
Debbie: She looks like she has down syndrome. It's probably because she's Swedish. (so what's your excuse for acting retarded?)
Sally: I always have really awesome birthday parties. My 10th birthday was on a boat, so it was really mature for 10 year olds. The next year, we took a limo to Dave and Busters. (Dave and Busters?! High roller!)
Sally: I get 7 days of my birthday and 7 days of Christmas!
Debbie: (referring to the houses near the outlets) I doubt the people who live here can actually shop at these outlets (they were nice houses...)
Once the bus stopped, I ran off. These girls were too much for me. Our first stop was a store that had just Prada and Miu Miu. Caitlin and I soon realized that 50-70% off of designer fashion still puts the price at 300-1200 euro, so we got bored pretty quickly and decided to walk around a bit. Past the parking lot of the outlet, all we found was a closed sandwich shop and some guy peeing on the side of the road, so we just sat outside. The next stop was much better because it had a lot of stores. They were still really pricey, but it was fun to look at all this stuff. The restaurant at these outlets was so trendy and had fashion TV playing and was the only place I've seen in Italy that offers salads as a meal and not a side dish (though the salad looked like something I would make because it was just tuna thrown on top of lettuce with some corn, a tasty and unusual combination).
The bus ride back was quieter since people were sleeping. It got noisy again when people started pointing out the window and yelling "Prostitutes!". All along the road back into Rome were hookers. First, transvestites, then actual women. Most of them were not wearing pants, only thongs, or some version of that. They were all just out in the open, standing on the side of the road. A few cars did pull over as we were stuck in traffic. They did look better than the hookers we saw in Rome near the Vatican earlier that weekend.
Thus ends the weekend of fashion...and of annoying people...and hookers.......
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Venice is Sinking, So Get There Quickly
Oscar commented on the last post that I must have done nothing in Venice. This is simply not true. I just wasn't ready yet to write about how incredibly awesome Venice is!
I left for Venice by plane on Friday morning and returned by train on Sunday. I flew with Ryan Air (really cheap European airline) so I was expecting the worst, but it actually wasn't that bad. The flight attendants were wearing tacky royal blue suits and the safety instructions were attached to the seat in front of you. Since Ryan Air is an Irish airline, all instructions were given in English first and then occasionally in Italian, so in case of emergency, all Italians die. Before boarding the plane, all the passengers lined up at the terminal. People pushed their way to the front of the line, as there were no assigned seats, so the first people in line get first pick. However, as soon as the doors opened, we were all shuffled into a bus, so those who were first in line in the airport were shoved into the back of the bus and were the last to get on the plane.
After arriving in Venice (the flight only took about an hour), we had the arduous task of finding our hostel. We started walking from a train station and ended up in the Italian suburbs. It was neat to see this kind of area in Italy, but after walking up and down the same street for a couple hours, it was no longer that charming. Bicycle seemed to be the main mode of transportation in the area and 70 seemed to be the average age. We didn't quite figure out right away that there was a sidewalk for bikes and a sidewalk for walkers, so cyclists rang bells at us and scowled at us as they passed. After asking a bunch of people for directions, we finally found our budget hotel, which was pretty nice, except for the 5 pound key we had to carry around (seriously, the key was attached to a big hunk of metal). The nicest part about the hotel was its proximity to the bus stop that took us into the main part of Venice.
All the sketchy traveling and getting lost was worth it once we got into Venice, because the city is gorgeous. I expected it to be smelly or for the water to be murky, but it was neither. Unlike Florence, it was not overcrowded and unlike Rome, it was very quiet. It's amazing how quiet a city can be without the noise of auto traffic. What's even more amazing is that there's an entire city built on water and the main transportation is boats and water taxis. We spent most of Friday wandering around the city, just taking it in. It's very calm, yet not boring, and there is plenty to do, but it's not overwhelming.
The bad things about Venice are that it is pretty expensive and pigeons attack. In St. Mark's Square, we went to a caffe to get coffee, but quickly left when we saw that espresso was 6 euros (it's usually 70 cents). Pigeons don't care about how expensive things are around St. Mark's because this is their main hang out. I had a handful of granola and was about to throw it to the pigeons when one jumped up on my hand to steal it from me. These pigeons are so fearless that you can walk up to them and pick them up (some kids were doing this and then throwing the pigeons). Once you feed the pigeons, they won't leave you alone for a while and will follow you, land on you, scratch you, etc. Some crazy tourists put granola on themselves and just stand there while the birds collect on them. This was funny to watch, but not to participate in. Pigeons are gross.
Though Venice does have designer stores and some random other shops (including a male cross-dresser store), most of the shops sell Venetian glass or masks. It gets pretty frustrating shopping for these things because it's hard to commit to buying something when you're not sure if the store next door has something prettier or better priced. I ended up with oodles of glass, my favorite purchase being a set of wine glasses I bought on Murano (the island of Venice where most of the glass is made). I carried my box of wine glasses around all of Saturday and when I got on the bus that night to go back to the hotel, I realized I didn't have them with me. It was 10:30 and the buses and water taxis stop running at midnight, so time was limited to look for them. Emma was so nice and ran off the bus with me to look for the glasses. We hopped on a water taxi and went to the last place we were in an attempt to retrace my steps. Amazingly, they were sitting in the bakery where I had left them, totally unharmed. What had happened was I bought a cookie, forgot all about the glasses, and left happy with the cookie. I am an idiot. We fortunately made it back in time to catch all the taxis and buses required to get to the hotel. Later, in the train station on Sunday, I bought an apple and left the wine glasses at the counter. Fortunately, Emma knew by this point that food distracts me from paying attention to anything, so she picked up the wine glasses and handed them to me just as I realized I had forgotten them again. I should never be trusted with valuable things, or if I am, I should be starved.
Other things I did in Venice included walking through St. Mark's Cathedral (another big church, woohoo), the Doge Palace (weapons rooms+prison+Bridge of Sighs+biggest oil painting in the world=loads of fun), going to Murano where they make a lot of glass (we saw a glass blowing demonstration. The dude has a cigarette in one hand and a red hot ball of glass on a stick in the other. He was bonkers!), eating an awesome fast-food joint called "Jumanji" that had bites taken out of the pizza (the pizza man claimed the oven had eaten it), drinking belinis (while doing this, a mouse ran into the bar we were at and hid behind the Coke machine. When someone tried to tell the bar owners, they didn't seem to care), and taking a gondola ride. The gondola ride was done last minute right before going to the train station, and it was totally worth it. I can see how it would be very romantic, but considering I was in a boat with 3 other girls and it was 10 in the morning, it was more just pleasant than romantic. The gondolier and his apprentice were both wearing the traditional outfits of striped shirts and hats. The apprentice was not the sharpest gondolier in the canal, because every time we asked him a question, he got it wrong, and the older gondolier would sigh with exasperation and say, "No, Michael, that's wrong, again! The canal is 3 meters deep, not 1." It was pretty easy to forgive Michael for his blunders, as he was very adorable.
Venice is a lovely city and 2 and half days there was the perfect amount of time. If I had stayed any longer, I would have no money and oodles of glass.
I left for Venice by plane on Friday morning and returned by train on Sunday. I flew with Ryan Air (really cheap European airline) so I was expecting the worst, but it actually wasn't that bad. The flight attendants were wearing tacky royal blue suits and the safety instructions were attached to the seat in front of you. Since Ryan Air is an Irish airline, all instructions were given in English first and then occasionally in Italian, so in case of emergency, all Italians die. Before boarding the plane, all the passengers lined up at the terminal. People pushed their way to the front of the line, as there were no assigned seats, so the first people in line get first pick. However, as soon as the doors opened, we were all shuffled into a bus, so those who were first in line in the airport were shoved into the back of the bus and were the last to get on the plane.
After arriving in Venice (the flight only took about an hour), we had the arduous task of finding our hostel. We started walking from a train station and ended up in the Italian suburbs. It was neat to see this kind of area in Italy, but after walking up and down the same street for a couple hours, it was no longer that charming. Bicycle seemed to be the main mode of transportation in the area and 70 seemed to be the average age. We didn't quite figure out right away that there was a sidewalk for bikes and a sidewalk for walkers, so cyclists rang bells at us and scowled at us as they passed. After asking a bunch of people for directions, we finally found our budget hotel, which was pretty nice, except for the 5 pound key we had to carry around (seriously, the key was attached to a big hunk of metal). The nicest part about the hotel was its proximity to the bus stop that took us into the main part of Venice.
All the sketchy traveling and getting lost was worth it once we got into Venice, because the city is gorgeous. I expected it to be smelly or for the water to be murky, but it was neither. Unlike Florence, it was not overcrowded and unlike Rome, it was very quiet. It's amazing how quiet a city can be without the noise of auto traffic. What's even more amazing is that there's an entire city built on water and the main transportation is boats and water taxis. We spent most of Friday wandering around the city, just taking it in. It's very calm, yet not boring, and there is plenty to do, but it's not overwhelming.
The bad things about Venice are that it is pretty expensive and pigeons attack. In St. Mark's Square, we went to a caffe to get coffee, but quickly left when we saw that espresso was 6 euros (it's usually 70 cents). Pigeons don't care about how expensive things are around St. Mark's because this is their main hang out. I had a handful of granola and was about to throw it to the pigeons when one jumped up on my hand to steal it from me. These pigeons are so fearless that you can walk up to them and pick them up (some kids were doing this and then throwing the pigeons). Once you feed the pigeons, they won't leave you alone for a while and will follow you, land on you, scratch you, etc. Some crazy tourists put granola on themselves and just stand there while the birds collect on them. This was funny to watch, but not to participate in. Pigeons are gross.
Though Venice does have designer stores and some random other shops (including a male cross-dresser store), most of the shops sell Venetian glass or masks. It gets pretty frustrating shopping for these things because it's hard to commit to buying something when you're not sure if the store next door has something prettier or better priced. I ended up with oodles of glass, my favorite purchase being a set of wine glasses I bought on Murano (the island of Venice where most of the glass is made). I carried my box of wine glasses around all of Saturday and when I got on the bus that night to go back to the hotel, I realized I didn't have them with me. It was 10:30 and the buses and water taxis stop running at midnight, so time was limited to look for them. Emma was so nice and ran off the bus with me to look for the glasses. We hopped on a water taxi and went to the last place we were in an attempt to retrace my steps. Amazingly, they were sitting in the bakery where I had left them, totally unharmed. What had happened was I bought a cookie, forgot all about the glasses, and left happy with the cookie. I am an idiot. We fortunately made it back in time to catch all the taxis and buses required to get to the hotel. Later, in the train station on Sunday, I bought an apple and left the wine glasses at the counter. Fortunately, Emma knew by this point that food distracts me from paying attention to anything, so she picked up the wine glasses and handed them to me just as I realized I had forgotten them again. I should never be trusted with valuable things, or if I am, I should be starved.
Other things I did in Venice included walking through St. Mark's Cathedral (another big church, woohoo), the Doge Palace (weapons rooms+prison+Bridge of Sighs+biggest oil painting in the world=loads of fun), going to Murano where they make a lot of glass (we saw a glass blowing demonstration. The dude has a cigarette in one hand and a red hot ball of glass on a stick in the other. He was bonkers!), eating an awesome fast-food joint called "Jumanji" that had bites taken out of the pizza (the pizza man claimed the oven had eaten it), drinking belinis (while doing this, a mouse ran into the bar we were at and hid behind the Coke machine. When someone tried to tell the bar owners, they didn't seem to care), and taking a gondola ride. The gondola ride was done last minute right before going to the train station, and it was totally worth it. I can see how it would be very romantic, but considering I was in a boat with 3 other girls and it was 10 in the morning, it was more just pleasant than romantic. The gondolier and his apprentice were both wearing the traditional outfits of striped shirts and hats. The apprentice was not the sharpest gondolier in the canal, because every time we asked him a question, he got it wrong, and the older gondolier would sigh with exasperation and say, "No, Michael, that's wrong, again! The canal is 3 meters deep, not 1." It was pretty easy to forgive Michael for his blunders, as he was very adorable.
Venice is a lovely city and 2 and half days there was the perfect amount of time. If I had stayed any longer, I would have no money and oodles of glass.
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