La vie en rose.

It's already ... April! Geeze, I just can't keep up. But after my amazing trip to Europe in February I was welcomed back with a mallet to the forehead, a job offer, and wedding season. Needless to say, it's been pretty busy around these parts. My forehead is fine beyond the unsightly scar that's getting fixed up. I'm on spring break from my position as an assistant in a kindergarten class. It's quite a way to pay the bills, but the laughs are a'plenty. And thankfully I love weddings. My little brother Jason tied the knot with his love (and my new sis-in-law!) in an intimate family affair. 

Then last weekend was the fiesta of the YEAR when my dearest college friend Lauren donned her stunning dress to get hitched with Tim-Bo! SO. MUCH. FUN.

But really I wanna talk about February with my love since I'm finally getting around to looking at the pictures (and posting them on Facebook, naturally). We visited with so many friends while I was in Italy but took a little retreat just the two of us to Paris of all places during Valentine's Day of all times. Back in August when we decided to visit La Ville-Lumière that really wasn't the plan, but it sure was convenient. Anyone who knows anything about long distance relationships will tell you that a little bit of effort goes a long way! Staying in an apartment ended up being so much cheaper than any other options and our home base was in the best part of town: Le Marais. I wanted to go to every little cafe', art gallery, and vintage shop on the street, but without that much time or money (Paris isn't the cheapest city there ever was...), it makes for great window shopping. The first morning we stopped in the Rodin Museum to examine art and think our own thoughts.

Then we visited Napoleon, or really his tomb. Walking into Les Invalides, I couldn't see the bottom of the hole, for far too long, where his 7-times entombed sarcophagus was. You can't fathom how huge it is from this picture, but not being able to see to the floor, my stomach dropped. 

Why? Because this shorty is scared of heights. But we had a nice visit and then headed to the heart of it all: the Eiffel Tower. 

The line was super long so G went to investigate. He had been there before and went to explore. Upon his return, G explained that we can cut our wait time tremendously... by taking the stairs. The Eiffel Tower is 1063 feet (324 meters) tall--which meant nothing to me until I stood under it. Thinking to my 25 before 25, I recognized an opportunity to conquer my fear of heights. I mean, what better way? It was cold and windy and I was moving slow up to the first level. After some hot chocolate, we started up to the second level. As soon as I got there, I felt free! I was practically doing cartwheels (gross exaggeration) and definitely freaking out G. I made it up the 674 steps! But if I'm going to be honest, the elevator up to the tip top was the worst part. It moves so fast and the whole thing is glass. The view is impressive but G and I spent the ride up clutching each other in silence.

Valentine's Day was dreary and rainy. G brightened it up with breakfast and flowers, then we spent all day at the Louvre. The rooms were massive. 

My favorite was definitely the Winged Victory of Samothrace, and Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss, but La Giocanda wasn't too bad too, I guess. Ha!

And we fell in love with all the Egyptian stuff. (It surely played into my bid to get Egypt on our travel list.)

My favorite sites were Sainte-Chappelle, the Pantheon, and Musée d'Orsay. Seeing those breathtaking windows on the one sunny day was lucky.

Foucault's Pendulum and the French heroes' graves was overwhelming. I mean, Marie Curie...! (Ignoring the radiation I imagined coming through her tomb, of course.) 

Manet's Olympia and the ENTIRE Impressionist section were real highlights at the Gare. Introducing G to art nouveau furniture was a big win, too, but the old train station museum is full of awesome things!


We really just loved walking around. When we could handle the cold (long johns on, naturally) we explored the streets and feasted on the sights that Hemingway, Stein, Picasso, and Fitzgerald lived. Shakespeare and Co., under the shadow of Notre Dame, was a sweet visit. Plus the French onion soup and fondue I convinced G to share in the Latin Quarter topped off the experience.

 

In all honesty, the Parisians really do dress better and I felt like I could see different styles from one quartier to the next. I had only good experiences with the Parisians which was a pleasant surprise as a child who lived through the Freedom Fries movement. I picked up the tiniest bit of French, all of which I've lost again except how to ask for the check. Their food was phenomenal. I practically lived off of cheese and baguettes the whole five days. And looking back, nearly missing our flight back to Italy for a brunch at Hotel du Nord and a stroll by the Saint-Martin was worth every blister. 

We did a lot more exploring but the synthesis is: Paris is not just a must see, but an experience.

Calling all good cookies!

Alright, y'all! I need your help. Remember that 25 before 25? I'm still chugging along with that. I'm almost done with the second step of my dual citizenship (there are 29384 steps, it seems). I am working on that español, reading my Shakespeare, and working on a few other things simultaneously. But we've got a big one coming up FRIDAY and SATURDAY!

I'm working with Theatre Alliance of Winston-Salem on a bake sale and we are raising money for Cookies for Kids' Cancer on November 30-December 1 in connection with opening weekend of Sordid Lives (get your tickets here). Cookies for Kids' Cancer is a 501 (c)(3) that raises funds for pediatric cancer research. All of the funds will be matched by the OXO home supply and GLAD products companies! (If you plan on participating in a cookie exchange, check out the Cookies website to see how you can get them some money, too!) Our volunteers will be contributing their own goodies (and not just cookies!) so if you're in the area, please stop by!

On a more personal note, some people have asked why Cookies for Kids' Cancer. Well, in making my 25 before 25 list, I wanted a shout out to strong women and my alma mater Meredith College. My graduating class became extremely involved with this non-profit, the story of a Meredith sister and her heroic son, and it was a roller coaster ride I'll never forget. Gretchen Holt Witt gave the keynote address at my graduation and I remember feeling like she had make the most of what was delivered to her and went far beyond anyone's expectations. She and those working for Cookies for Kids' Cancer, formally as employees (who are all amazing to work with if you were interested in hosting your own bake sale!), or as other bakers just like my dear friends, or as donors, have made great strides towards helping children--and in an ingenious manner at that!

Relistening to Gretchen's speech and reading about Liam's all too short, beautiful life made me reflect on where I come from, the community I have around me, and the tremendous opportunities I can make for the better of others in the simplest ways. So back in August, I listed hosting a bake sale on my 25 things in an attempt to not make a completely selfish activities. It was a little gesture, but my how much I have absorbed from this moment in the attempts to serve worthily a cause so meaningful! The opportunities are endless for what each of us can do to improve the world. All it takes is that we have a little responsibility in respect to our neighbors.

I'd sincerely love to see you Friday afternoon from 12:30-3pm and before and after the shows which start at 8pm Friday and Saturday night. If you can't be there and still want to contribute to the cause, follow the link to make a donation on our giving page. A big thanks to Theatre Alliance for helping me cross another one off my list and to you good cookies for being along on the journey!

Update 29 November 2012: HUGE thanks to Robert and Bob's Big Gas and Subs for offering to donate some goodies for the cause. Y'all, those subs and baked pickles are the best!

I long, as every human being does, to be at home wherever I find myself. - Maya Angelou

I've moved! In the interest of saving a little bit of money, I transferred to the little apartment in the Tuscan hills with Gabriele for these two months. Talk about an adventure!

Siena, the city I studied and lived in on my other sojourns to Italy, is right nearby, but I'm settling in here about 20 minutes away in a much smaller town. First up was the chore of finding some space for me and my stuff in this little apartment. We stretched our imaginations and abilities, and G transformed a shelving unit into an awesome hanging space for some old clothing for potential costume parties... Some adjustments and sacrifices were made by both parties, quite willingly, although the timely finding of this article made some moments almost comical.

But now that that's worked out, my sights have been set on getting to know this little town. It's fairly small, but there's plenty for me to explore. Where do I get a hair cut? Found a new hair dresser! Where can I buy the best quality fruit and veggies? In under two weeks, I've already been there three times. Where can I find a replacement part for the sink? Discovered that store, too. Going about trying to make acquaintances in a new place is hard sometimes, but by now I should be a pro, right?

Mostly, I get around by bike. Luckily my dear friend Linda left me her bike in Florence, which also got some tender loving care from my handy man. Going around Florence was rough though between the cobblestones and crazy drivers. Here things are a lot easier, so I don't mind going to the edge of the town, even if I look like the weirdo on the bike. Plus, I'm learning quickly how the streets flow together and how to get from one part of town to another, which will certainly comes in handy for my driving lessons.

Yup, I'm learning how to drive, again thanks to G. Of course I have my license in the US, but I never knew how to drive a standard manual shift. In order to get around here where automatic cars are difficult to find, I'm learning how to juggle a clutch, "joy stick," and hand brake. After an amount of time in deserted parking lots, I've made it to the roads in short periods of time. Working my way up, slowly but surely.

So far my only friend in our little town is our next door neighbor, Signora Adriana. For now we mostly talk about the weather and her family, but she now remembers my name so things are looking up. Plus I'm hatching a few plans in my head on how to make some more. Sometimes I feel like that makes me creepy, but I know you all have done that some time. Don't lie! Yet a few times I've met someone new only to be greeted with something along the lines of "I've heard talk about you." Certainly not the most settling thing to hear. Considering that, to my knowledge, I am increasing the town's population of United States citizens by 100%, I am assuming that's my preceding reputation, but with this being my first time living in a small town, I can only imagine what's to come.

The best day so far was a few days ago, August 10, La Notte di San Lorenzo. The Night of the Shooting Stars! When G came home from work, we made a delicious picnic of Mexican food (new recipes!), resourcefully using the black beans and bell peppers left over from other dinners. Cooking time was spent singing and dancing to some sweet tunes and then out into the countryside to eat, to drink, and to watch the stars. I definitely won on sightings, wracking in somewhere around 20 in a couple of hours. We talked and sang and talked some more. G protected me from unknown animals. We had a blast.

All in all, it's everyday life here and that's all I have to report for now about my new home. Above's a picture I took, without editing, on the way home one day. It's hard not to love something so beautiful. Keep checking back for updates!

As I begin another full weekend, I wanted to share a little about what happened in the last first because it is definitely worth telling. After a wonderfully productive meeting with my professor, I took the train to back to Siena and spend the evening with my bestest pal Filippo. We made burritos thanks to the luck I had in finding a box with the shells at the grocery store on the way into the city. I had a hankering for Mexican for a while, but sometimes international ingredients are difficult to find in Italy. (But that's the best part about living in Florence, which is far more international than tiny Siena! Well, kind of, but I am sure there will be reason to discuss this later in the year.) So after dinner and episode of Treme and Modern Family, we went to bed. The best part about being with Filippo is we can spend lots of time together doing nothing special...and that we have, willingly and enjoyably. That might not sound like much of a virtue considering we are discussing friendship, but the man is a saint for what he's put up with over the last three years we have known. 

Saturday we did a lot of studying and I did a little Skyping with my super savvy grandparents during the day. In the evening, Filippo and I visited the Siena Art Institute, sister school to Siena School for Liberal Arts, where I studied Spring 2009. It was the inaugural event of the new school and was full of all kinds of wonderful art and brimming with lots of new folk and some of my old favorites! If anyone (not just traditional university students) is interested in studying art abroad at any level, this is a great place to check out because they do all kinds of really stimulating work in all kinds of medium, such as print-making, photography, creative writing, visual arts, and (my favorite!) book art. They will also host various professional international artists each month, starting in the new year, who will be making all kinds of connections with the community. For this exhibit, they collected over 4,000 postcards internationally that were on display Saturday. Here are some pictures I grabbed on my phone from the event:

Poi domenica... la vendemmia! (For those of you non-Italophones: Then Sunday… the grape harvesting!) I went to this same vineyard to work last year and it was, without a doubt, one of my very favorite days of 2010 (which you can read about here), so I was beyond thrilled to get an invitation back this year. Our Siena group was up and moving early, but when we got to San Quirico a little after 8 am the professionals were already on the third row. So we donned our gloves and got to work cutting the bunches off the vines. I always enjoy myself, but I can tell you that the company makes it great and the very short time I have to do this work makes it better. I'm not one adapted for lots of physical labor, but a little does the body some good.

But you know what makes the experience the best? Lunch! Because we were such an awesome group, we were able to finish the (relatively small) vineyard by noon. After a little bit of time chatting and playing with the cutest little one there ever was, I sat myself down to better food than you could imagine in your dreams. And if you think I'm kidding, I purposely skipped breakfast to make sure I was ready and then didn't eat dinner, breakfast, or lunch following.

We had pastasciutta (phenomenal!) for the first plate. Then there was goat (YUM!), rabbit (so, so tender!), and chicken (which looked great but I couldn't force myself to eat any more in that round). Beans and tomatoes that were ever so fresh and good. Perfect peaches from the trees in the grove where we sat. Cake and this awesome marmalade-Nutella-banana sweet thing which I've named Heaven. Plus on top of the wonderful wine that I helped to harvest last year, we had a little spumante for Gabriele's birthday, some arrancello, and un caffe'  to help digest all this goodness. And, I'll confess, after a productive morning and a great meal, this happy camper gets sleepy and quickly. I couldn't even keep my eyes open for the ride home!

So don't color me shocked when my time in San Quirico has made it on my "Best of 2011" list. If anyone is considering a trip to Italy, this farm hosts people in the cutest little house a little outside of Siena. It is in a really beautiful area off the beaten path, which is the best way to travel, and would be a great place to stay when exploring the Tuscan countryside for a steal. You can check out their information here (and see this album with some pictures of yours truly!) and have as wonderful an experience as I had! Alla prossima!

Buon appetit! Buon apettito! and Good eats!

The latest adventure I've had here is care of my dear friend Yoanna. I met her on the first day of university and we became friends quickly. (You've even seen some of the fantastic pictures she took in the last post.) Among the other cool things about Yoanna is that she's French, but speaks near perfect English due the years that she spent in the States. Yoanna spent the Palio with us and during dinner later that night, us Americans (and quasi-Americans, right, Filippo?) learned that she knew how to make crêpes and would be willing to teach us.

The beautiful and sugar-sweet Yoanna :)

We arranged a date for the meal and it finally went down last week. Yoanna made the batter with us eagerly looking over her shoulder and taught us all the tips of the trade. We had prosciutto e formaggio in the the first round of crêpes for dinner. 

Savory crêpes. Yum!!!

Yoanna made more batter for the dessert crêpes. I asked if I could learn how to make them...and tried my hand at flipping them. Here's a video of my first time flipping a crêpe. It feels a lot like learning how to ride a bike for the first time.

I ended up making the whole batch of dessert crêpes and got an international seal approval.

French, Italian, and American all agree: Thumbs up!

 This weekend we had a lot of potatoes and cheese in the house and, by Filippo's request, we decided to make a traditional Puglian meal. (Puglia is the heel of the boot.) But when it was time to start making dinner Filippo and Scottie were out on a day trip. I called them, got the recipe over the phone, and put it all together. I layered the potatoes, tomatoes, onions, rice, and mussels just right with the perfect amount of cheese...and salt, of course. It was in the oven by the time they walked in the door. Now, I must say, it wasn't the most difficult thing to do, but it came out really well. I couldn't even believe that I made it!

On an unrelated note, I finished at the Universita' per Stranieri much better than expected. Actually pretty well on just a normal scale. Unfortunately the end of the course also meant that I also had to say goodbye to so many friends that I've made in the last month. But looking on the upside, now I have people all over the world. Next stop: Hungary? Portugal? Slovakia? We'll see where life takes me next. Hope yours is taking you to wonderful places, too!

Hello and Goodbye

These past few days have been full of hellos and goodbyes. I said, "Sayanara" to Filippo and Anya, who each went on vacations to in opposite directions, a bit over a week ago and those departures started the cycle. The first hello is to one of my new favorite spaces in the city to which Lucia and Elizabeth introduced me. And the make a great coffee creme, right ladies? Here are a few shots from il balcone nel Piazza del Campo.
 

Try telling me this isn't the most beautiful cities in the world. I won't believe you.

Another hello goes to American dinner in Italy and new friends. Elizabeth and I hosted a great feast for some of her Italian friends, but since we didn't want to risk a culinary embarrassment, these guys suggested we try something "American." And, let me ask you, fine reader, do you know anything more American than chili cheese dogs and fries? Guys, if you're reading this and would like to give some honest feedback it's welcomed, but I'm guessing that the 2 rounds of hot dogs and empty pot of homemade chili says we did pretty well. How do they look to you?

It's really me. Making chili. Thanks for the recipe, Filippo! :)

It was their first chili cheese dog. Excuse them for putting the cheese on first.

They wanted to submit it, but this meal's got nothing on one of these!

Goodbye to some fine shoes that I've loved very much. These sandals were all I wore the first time I came to Siena two years ago and I've been on some fun adventures in my trusty Chuck Taylors. You will be missed terribly. But a warm welcome to my snazzy new All-Stars. A bit more stream-lined, but they're wearing in nicely. The extra support is great for all the walking I've been doing lately. Also, you'll notice they look very similar. World traveler tip: pack as light as possible with things that you love and work well with everything. :)

Because I refuse to say goodbye to this gem, a cheery "See ya' later" to my lovely Elizabeth. Siena's not the same without your "effervescent" self, but she'll see you in May. In bocca al lupo in Minnesota! You're gonna kick some butt in grad school and return a smarter and wiser.

Buon tornata to Scottie! I met her for about 20 minutes a year ago and she was kind enough to sit through an interview for my Italian presentation for Celebrating Student Achievement, but we've been getting to know each other. She lives in the apartment, too, and just came back from an awesome trip to Korea. She's on her way to catch up with Filippo so I have just a few more days of the place to myself.

With pleasure, I watch cooking-dependency's departure. There's a joke in my family that starts something like, "Did you hear about the time Sam tried to make a salad?" (Don't even ask.) Aside from monetary dependency--which I have to the controlled to the smallest extent I can as an unemployed student, I am most clueless when it comes to the kitchen. I get overwhelmed with anxiety just thinking about walking into a kitchen for anything other than eating, but since I'm determined to learn...you've gotta read about it. I'd say sorry, but I'm celebrating! I'm trying to remember, but thinking back, the pictures below may be records of the first meal I bought and prepared myself with absolutely no supervision. It tasted pretty good and doesn't look too bad either, right?

 

Goodbyes and hellos are funny things. Either can be much anticipated, exciting, difficult, stressful, overwhelming, and so on...but I've realized we can always decide what to do with those feelings in how we act. An intriguing part of these past days has been being the constant. Not often do I find myself resting while everything else around me seems to be moving at super sonic speeds. Honestly, it might be more exhausting.

Today I found myself feeling homesick for important people in my life, which rarely ever happens when I'm in Siena and completely occupied with the glories of living here. After passing the morning and part of the afternoon of moping, I was lucky enough to have a talk with Scottie who made me realize some things. The most important being that I have the power to choose how to respond to the changes that are happening around me. Now, this isn't a new revelation, but it sincerely needed to be reconfirmed. So, readers, I promise to (re)commit myself to experiencing my emotions, but actively deciding to respond in the most positive way I can. And I'm sure that has some benefits for you, too.

My first week is up and I'm feeling really good about what I've done so far, which is mostly just getting reacquainted with the city and the language. I'm all set up for my language course at the Universita' di Siena per Stranieri and in the meantime have been going out and trying to speak as much Italian as I can. Part of that, as noted in my last post, is reconnecting with the locals. Yesterday I did something of a course intensivo when I decided to visit Crisitna and Dafne.

Friends, meet my friend Dafne.

When I was a student here a year ago, I tutored Dafne in English and got to know her and her mom Cristina pretty well. Seeing them was like coming home...again (because I am so lucky knowing only the best people). We caught up and after a while Crisitina had some errands to run so I was invited. Lucky for Dafne and me, the first stop was to the gelateria. There's a posh new one in Siena that serves only gelato made of fresh products and although it seemed like we waited in line forever (even by Italian standards), the product was worth it.

We went in farmacia and I learned the word for one of my favorite things: nail polish. Now, for those of you that haven't seen me much in the last year may not know how one of my greatest pass times is painting my nails in outrageous manners. Unfortunately, I chose not to bring any with me, getting nervous about the weight of my single bag and within days of arriving regretted it. Turns out, crazy nail polish colors is a big thing here and I didn't feel quite myself without mine. Explaining that to Dafne, I suppose she felt bad for me so she ushered me this awesome new store. It's a makeup Mecca store: eyeliner, eye shadow, and nail polish galore! My first purchase:

Dafne had to go home for her piano lesson (she's quite musical and is training to get into a conservatory for her violin in Florence), but Cristina and I continued to the grocery store. I was invited to dinner on the condition that I acted as Cristina's helper. No, Mom, I didn't burn down the kitchen. In fact I was cutting fresh tomatoes in the perfume of frying eggplant and listening to Dafne's musical musing when I had my first official "Is this REAL LIFE?!?" moment. Can you blame me? Here are a few pictures of our fantastic meal and mealtime setting:

Coming home, I'll admit that I had a bit of a breakdown. It was minor and thankfully Filippo's already trained in dealing with "my big drops," but I really feeling present here in Italy and all of the pressure that comes along with that. For the past week I've been pushing myself into everything that I can do, trying to speak and listen to Italian as often as I can, and walking around in and among those who know I'm not a part of "them." I'm pleased by how the language is coming back and how many words I'm learning each day. I'm so proud of myself and know I need to continue along, but I need to unscrew an emotional valve for a while. Here's to staying on the path! Salute!