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!

Two weeks. I’ve lived here for two weeks already, but it feels like quite a bit longer and conversely, like I left two days ago. Time and activity has such a way of filling your mind so, depending on your perspective (age included), it creeps by or is gone in a flash. But I think that is why I journal and blog. Yes, I want to share my experiences with you, but it keeps me reflecting on where I was, am now, and will continue to go. I don’t like to feel like time is getting away from me. It moves without consulting me first, but at least I can appreciate it to my fullest extent, no?

But enough with the lofty reflection and down to the happenings in life. Since I left you, I went to a huge concert on Friday, sponsored by a group called EMERGENCY. The foundation of this group is very liberal, so don’t investigate it if that doesn’t interest you, but we were going for the music. The headliners were Fiorella Mannoia, Elisa (who has put out some things in the USA and sings a lot in English), Casa del Vento (or House of the Wind), and—believe it or not—Paola Turci. I heard that lady sing twice in one week, so I guess I’m turning into a real fan. In all honesty, I had very little expectations going in, but it was a really great show. I took this phenomenal video (which somebody else seemed to get, too!), but unfortunately it seems like I dropped my camera at the concert and based on the number of people that were in attendance, there is no way of getting it back. Great luck, huh? I suppose you’ll have to do without quality pictures for a while and just trust my descriptions.

Anyway, I was able to take my first trip “back home” to Siena on Saturday. It was wonderful to see my friends there! For those of you who don’t know my biography, I lived in Siena on three different occasions (July 2008, Spring 2009, and July-October 2010), so I might be more familiar with that medieval city than I am even with my hometown. I certainly took more time to explore Siena.

The strangest sensation was walking around the city, especially alone. At first I became discouraged when I tried to think about the way to get from one place to another because I couldn’t remember it. Often I would try anyway and was shocked (although I shouldn’t be) by the way my feet seemed to lead the way without missing a step. The brain is a powerful thing, I tell you.

But Saturday, afternoon and night, I spent time at Filippo’s where I lived for three months…in the kitchen. 

That apartment will always be home for me, more for the company shared than the place itself. But then Filippo and I had dinner with our dear friends Anya and Deanne and I was so happy that my cheeks hurt. As I got ready to go out after dinner, the lovely ladies serenaded Filippo and me (and the rest of Via dei Rossi). Finally we went out and met all kinds of characters, which was entertaining, of course. It was just nice to be with my friends and be speaking lots of Italian again in the city where I feel most comfortable. I must say, though, that I’m not very used to going out Italian-style which often means going to bed near dawn. That is definitely going to take a while to get used to.

After another lazy morning, I had a wonderful reunion with Ennio and Tina, my house parents from my semester in Siena. That place will always be full of good food, great language lessons, and better company. We had a lunch you can only dream of and a little nap before I had to get moving.

Sunday afternoon I gathered my things and took a whirl-wind trip to Rome with my friend Gabriele. Last year we saw two of Shakespeare’s works at the Globe Theatre in Villa Borghese and wanted to catch the last one of the season. I really have never seen better professional theatre in my life than at this place. Just sitting down on a little cushion in the middle of that Globe excites my heart.

We saw Riccardo III, which I was very unfamiliar with as far as Shakespeare goes. It was the most difficult to follow linguistically of the three I had seen there, but I grasped the gist of most scenes and the art was enough that they could have said nothing and I would have enjoyed it just the same. So moving! I certainly appreciated it even more after spending several months with my Theatre Alliance family. And, believe it or not, there was confetti. In a Shakespeare historical play. I couldn’t help but laugh out of pity for the poor souls sweeping and recycling it for the next show since that was my job at the theatre. (PS: If you are in the area, you should go see Theatre Alliance’s production of Kiss of the Spiderwoman that opens this week. Get your tickets here! These people are brilliant.)

So despite starting this week with very little sleep, I enjoyed my weekend tremendously. And to think the next is right around the corner!

Why I LOVE being unemployed.

It was only a matter of time before this post came out of me. Now you know I'm not much of a "do nothing-er." My family might argue with me, but besides the occasional long weekend vacation, I was never much a fan of not having something to do. I mean, how many kids hated summer vacation because it meant no structure? I can count at least one and that's me. And while the list isn't very long, I have come to find some benefits of not having a job. So, in no particular order, here goes nothing:

1. I have time to read. I love reading all kinds of things. Books, magazines, short stories, articles. I spend hours online moving from one website to another looking at the news or reading up on the latest research. One of the greatest gifts my parents ever bought me was a Kindle which I get a heck a lot of use out of, especially with all the free books they offer. I'm well on my way through the Harry Potter series...again, am rereading Dante's Inferno because it's just genius, and have great plans to go through the works of Mark Twain soon. My grandma used to ask me how I could be reading so many different things at once, but it's like changing the channel on the television for me. I just find it much more enriching.

2. I exercise at least an hour a day. I never really put my health as a priority in my life, but over the last year have learned some great reasons why I should. And to tell you the truth, it's been pretty interesting. Surely, that's not easy, but the challenge is part of the fun. Let's be real. There's not much else egging me on, is there? And besides, it's autumn in North Carolina. Why wouldn't you want to be outside if you had nothing else to do?!? After my usual run (I'm up to two miles now!), I returned to my route with Daddy and the puppies just to take these pictures. Don't you wish you were unemployed, too?
  

It's blurry, but the trees know something of color gradation. ROY G. is just missing a little BIV.

3. I'm practicing in the kitchen. This is both scary and ridiculously entertaining knowing how little experience I had or ever wanted cooking, but I have to say, it's starting to grow on me. Especially after starting this healthy lifestyle kick, I've been working on "my housewife skills." Ha. Hahahahaha. Veeeeeeeeeeery funny.

4. I can schedule my time as I wish. There are no problems if I want to pick up and go visit friends or do something with my family. Earlier this week I wasn't feeling great so I moved from the bed to the couch and took a nice long nap. One of my biggest flaws is time management, but I'm definitely getting a better sense of how long it takes me to do things and how all those things pass the hours of the day. So what if I didn't get everything done as I planned? I'll just do it tomorrow. :)

Of course there are disappointments that come along with the benefits of unemployment. I wish I had something to do during the day that was productive to society and myself. And then there are days where it feels like things are never going to change. Today while applying for education loan deferment (on the grounds of unemployment, of course) I signed up for a new online job search agency. I uploaded my resume and then read this great message...

with no recommendations. It was good for a laugh, but I can't say I don't get discouraged. It's not the time to be a job snob, but for now I've just got to keep applying, waiting, and being thankful for the time I have to be unemployed.

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!

Super Update

So the first sentiment I feel is the need to apologize, but, dear readers, I can only apologize for because I can't properly excuse myself. I've been taking advantage of life here in every way possible. So to catch you up I'm going to throw a lot of images at you with a general update lacking the banal details you would've skimmed anyway. Anyway, you'll get picture (pun intended). And to ease the process, I put a handful in a video for you to watch. You'll find it at the end of the post.

To begin, a week and a half ago was the Palio. It's probably the most important thing that happens in Siena (twice a year). I've already been to the one in July, but it was on my Bucket List to see the August Palio. There are some pictures of the events that my wonderful friend Yoanna and I took leading up to the actual day, followed by the day of the race (where you find a very happy Sam), and the contrada parading through the street. There's the part where they pick the horses. Then the event when the horses are paired with each contrada by lottery. I was there an hour early because the rain storm brought a big delay. There are several pictures of the trials (or prove), one from the mass for the jockeys featuring the very famous winning jockey, and finally the big race.

There are also pictures of my trip to Pienza and Montepulciano with my school friends. I had a great time and got to see some small towns in the province of Siena, which run at a different pace then the city I call home...for now. It included a wine tasting of the famous Vino Nobile di Montepulciano (which you'll see in the barrels which are kept in a chapel-like area below the ground) and a play that Montepulcianese put on once a year. The people of the town have been getting together for several hundred years to celebrate the life of a different person each year. This spectacolo was about the life of Saint Francis from his youth to his death. The coolest thing is that this community theater was written and performed (with an original book and score) all by the inhabitants of Montepulciano. I was pretty impressed how many people got involved and how they filled the stage with men, women, and children of all ages.

Most recently I also went to "The Globe Theater" of Rome with my friend Gabriele. Our trip was improvised, but I had the greatest time. The theater is a smaller version of The Globe in London and in this Roman reproduction they only  produce the works of Shakespeare...in Italian. We saw Much Ado About Nothing, which I had never read before and didn't even know about the plot before hand. The language was difficult for me to keep up with all the details of the story, but the troupe was talented enough that I stayed interested the entire time. (I'm sure my experience was not very unlike those simple peasants looking for entertainment in the real Globe centuries ago.) I was blown away by the ingenuity of their work from set to music to delivery. And of course there's a story to accompany this adventure. At the end, the protagonists came from the stage to dance with audience members. The quite good-looking Benedick chose a woman who refused to dance and, in typical Sam-style, I ran up to him from the back of the crowd without even thinking of the consequences, grabbed his hand, and started dancing. Gabriele told me that the entire theater was amused and he was impressed enough to bring me on a walk through Villa Borgese to overlook Piazza del Popolo which you'll also find in the video of pictures.

Finally, Sunday I took a trip with Anya to the beach at Viareggio. Scottie and Filippo were there too, but we were at different free beaches on the same strip. We didn't meet up until we got to the train station, but I snagged some pics of my friends on the trip back. I'm finishing up the super hard class now, and have another adventure to recount...related to the kitchen. Hint: Think French yummies. :)

There is life.

There is life here after graduation. I was soooo ready for it to come, but if I might be honest, I'm not sure what to do with myself now. The weekend was beautiful from the ceremonies to the weather to the love and pride that hung in the air. But now I am beyond compulsory education and the four extra years I was blessed enough to get. I've actively chosen to have a year to be selfish and go against expectations. But as I stood in the Courtyard (I'm the one with all the blankets) lining up for Commencement, I got nervous. I realized that I was officially loosing the part of my identity I had made central to who I was for so many years: I would no longer be a student.

Now it'd be easy for me to argue that I'm always going to be a student. Life is certainly a worthy teacher. I think I know mostly who I am and then I find out that there's so much more to learn. But that's hokey. And then even when, not if, I move on to graduate school, the dynamics will be different. I'll be more of a peer researcher then just a student. Like now. With that degree in my hand, I've really earned something. Professors from Meredith are requesting I call them by their first names and be their Facebook friends. Things have changed.

But I won't sit out on this next year. There are plenty of things to do: Play with friends. Write. Find a job...and make some money, or enough to survive. Read some fun books. Watch my ever growing list of "Movies I Must See to Be a Cultured Human Being." See some live theater. Learn to cook a few new meals. Make some plans. Have adventures. Prove to myself there is indeed life after school.

A few things I love.

1. Community and solidarity with strangers.
2. This sound. And jingling keys.
3. Adventures of all kinds. Specifically ones that make good stories.
4. Pillows of every shape and size.
5. Wearing hoods and sun glasses. (You know, to avoid the paparazzi.)
6. Inspiring quotes, poems, portraits, friends, etc.
7. Laughter that comes from deep in your gut.
8. Endless possibilities that the future offers.
9. The elderly. I love my OPBs (a.k.a. Old Person Buddies)!
10. Learning--especially things that change my worldview.