Monday, July 30, 2012

Prost! Fruehlingfest 2012.


I never ended up finishing or posting this draft from Munich. Unfortunately I didn't get to any of the Springfest madnesss, like the part where the idiot woke up the whole hostel by essentially pounding on [our fucking door] the entire night. What started out as a low point soon went down as a top moment in our books after Nicole roared and scared him away. What a weekend.


"This past weekend we went to Munich for Springfest which means I gained approximately 8 pounds in water weight. This is one of multiple reasons I do not drink beer but all you brewski affectionates will be happy to learn that I put the booougie aside for the weekend and pounded some serious German brews. Girl, yes i did! The taste is really unbearable for me but I like to see the good in things so I will say the beer was very cold. Moving on. We had ourselves a ball! It was expected to rain all weekend but aside from some evening showers on Friday, the rain wasn't much of an issue at all. I had my doubts about Germany, especially after Berlin (i'm a tough critic, i know), but Munchen definitely gave Germany a little boost in my books. It seemed to be much more visually appealing and an altogether happier place than Berlin if you ask me. The first day we went on a nice bike tour. The idea of it was cool but. I couldn't fathom how a group of 50 people on bikes were supposed to follow one tour guide throughout a main ass city, weaving through people, strollers, bikes cars and everything else possible. My doubts proved to be valid after getting stuck behind a girl "Casey" who apparently never rode a bike before. 2.5 minutes into the bike tour we were lost. People don't really like it when you tear through their city on bikes like idiots, obstructing traffic ans disturbing the peace, but eventually we found our way and at least no one got hurt."

Memory Lane: Last Moments of Firenze




Here i sit. At home in my American bedroom one summer afternoon, in the exact position that i so desperately feared 3 months ago. Helplessly missing every moment of Italia. We knew the day had to come.. Sadly my time became limited and there's a lot I didn't get the chance to write about! Since all good things must end, the only thing we can do is reminisce. There was Munich and Springfest and so much beer. Can't forget Luigi or GREECE. I can't even disclose that type of information publicly. We managed finals and last minute adventures all at once, and before we knew it our time was up. 


^^Noreen supplied champagne and we waited for the last of the finals to officially end. She popped the bottle in Proco that night and it was truly the beginning of the end. We went out with a bang that last weekend with Kelly's birthday, a Marist group dinner, and a night at Fullup entering into my birthday. That brings us to the most bittersweet day of all; the last freakin day! We couldn't fully grasp the reality of everything at the time, but it turned out the best really was saved for last. People go to extreme lengths to make the best possible celebration for their 21st. Mine was simply perfect in and of itself. What an unforgettable day and a great way to cap off the trip. May 11th 2012 is one of the sweetest days of my life as i know it. We started off the sunny gorgeous day each with a panino from our favorite spot and had a picnic at the gardens! I did some exploring, soaking in as much of the surrounding bellezza as i could. It was a hot day so we obv copped some granitas on the walk home. At this point we were all packed up and ready to embrace one last night. The evening began with Giorgio's treat; an awesome birthday dinner on the house. He is the best. Good food and good wine for our last supper #sonecessary. Afterwards, we each brought a bottle of champagne with us to the hill for sunset, but not before getting locked out of the house for 20 minutes. It was a God given sign that we weren't supposed to leave! Enjoyed one last sunset at one of my favorite places in all of Firenze, and we each popped a bottle of champs in our lovely dresses. Of course we had to have one last granita while we were at it! Fragola e limone insieme! We had some last minute fun on the carousel before we enjoyed one last crazy night out! I was touched by each one of my birthday surprises. Take that how you want. We stayed up that entire night and enjoyed every waking moment before making the dreaded return to the motherland. I was ecstatic that my friends Alessio and Andrea came out to say goodbye, but very sad to leave them and everyone else I met in Florence. I'm forever thankful to have closed off such an amazing chapter in my life with my own magical ending. Until next time, ciao Firenze.


"Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one directionally, without regret or reservation."



 Firenze 2012

Thursday, April 19, 2012

TIna Stays in Love with Italy Despite Minor Identity Crisis.

It's been awhile since i've last blogged, clearly. Just know that I have only a number of days left here in Firenze and my precious time has been spent cherishing it/ crying about it. I'm juggling alot of feelings right now, okay? So i'll fill you in a bit on what's been going on in my life and some of my thoughts and emotions these past few weeks. Really this is just my way of documenting my feelings and sentiments throughout my abroad experience, since it will soon be over and these words and pictures will be the only thing I have left. That was real.
Anyhow, if i told you the amount o italians in my piccell contact list you might not believe me. Lorenzo, Alessandro, Andrea, Luigi, Maurizio, Jacopo, the list goes on. This is because these past few precious weeks have been devoted to immersing myself in the Italian culture as much as possible before I am forced to leave at once. This entire thing went by way too quick and I knew it would. But i've really been trying to speak as much italian and cherish the people/ culture as much as possible. I had a turning point a couple weeks ago during the weekend of Pasqua. It was a quiet weekend, everyone in the house was either with their family or in Ireland, and it was just me and Nicole all alone. Talk about lonely. The turning point was when we decided to have a nice GNO (girl night out duh) and went for a fancy little italian dinner. Our "nice" italian dinner turned out to be quite the antithesis when our lovely waiter decided to tell us off in front of the ENTIRE restaurant for speaking in english. But he spoke to us in english first, jerk! He was easily the rudest italian i've encountered thus far and if he wasn't such an ass he'd know that I love speaking italian, and all things italian in general, as my phonebook demonstrates. Thank you very much. He was just mad because he was short and ugly but there's only so much sympathy I can have for assholes so like f*ck off dude. So we continued to speak english at dinner just to piss him off and I flipped him the bird on the way out #classicamerican. But thanks to this idiot my identity crisis came into play shortly after the horrendous dinner. I did not appreciate the false accusation that we were ignorant americans, because I do make efforts to appreciate and understand italian culture ALOT, but at the same time i realized that despite his shitty attitude he did have a point. Alot of times us Americans travel as a cult , speaking our language and expecting everyone to adhere (which they do), but what's the point of practicing American culture when, for the only time in our lives, we're living in a different country. Suddenly i got really sick of doing things like an American since it seems to defeat the whole purpose of this trip, yet i ultimately felt trapped since i can't express myself or communicate in Italian. So from there on out my level of effort has skyrocketed; I speak Italian at every opportunity, and listen to every surrounding conversation possible. I've coped with the fact that I'm not fluent, but i'll be fluent for the next time I come to visit my Italian fiance. lol. Took me that whole week to feel completely comfortable again, and the gloomy rain didn't help much. Luckily registration for next fall went smoothly, made time on wednesday for an italian group date, and thursday night Fullup was a success. Allora.
By the end of the week I was feeling fine and we went on a nice little weekend trip to close out the week. We went to Verona, Garda Lake, and hiking the italian Alps. We got off to an early start on Saturday and I had little to no expectations. Our first pleasant surprise came in the form of a double decker bus! Instant naps!! We arrived in Verona, the classic little quaint italian town that I somewhat expected. There wasn't too much to see there, but we went to "Juliet's house" even though she never existed. We also checked out the ampitheatre, which was like a very toned down version of the colosseum. Us girls had a great conversation there about afterlife, religion and spirituality. And that's how you know we're officially old. We had a cute lunch at an authentic little osteria, I had a delicious bolognese pasta. Lunch was pleasant since the ladies there spoke to us in italian and we understood them! yay. Next we hit up Sirmione, a nice, very classy town on the Garda Lake. It was gorgeous. There were beautiful italian Lake houses, and the lake itself was such a clear pure green. There was this cool castle looking thing, swans floating in the water, everything was so serene and picturesque. As you know by now I'm a sucker for the beautiful settings. We hung out there for awhile and had quite the bonding experience. The sun wasn't even out and we still had the chillest time. It felt like we were away in our own little world for awhile. I'm telling you it was a really cute day! We chilled on a dock, took cool pics and videos and pretty much just shot the shit. Ended off the perfect day with some perfect G. you know it's a good day when you get that sprinkle cone. tried out a delish new flavour, biscotina but we'll call it biscoteca for all intents and purposes because it was A PARTY IN MY MOUTH. Sirmione definitely left a good taste in my mouth, pun intended, absolutely adored it<3. After that we headed to our hotel in Trento called "Hotel America". We had a pretty decent, yet amazing because it was free, dinner. with unlimited wine. The next day we traveled 3 more hours north to hike the alps. It was raining when we got there but we did have 2 really cute tour guides which made everything a little more worthwhile, obv. The hike was a great workout and scenic, so i'm glad we went through with it rather than hiding/ faking dead on the bus. It was a close call. In the alps we saw a really amazing waterfall that impressed me despite the puddles in my shoes. Overall it was a really cool trip and I love the fact that it was only 2 days because then i didn't feel so disoriented and lost when I got back.
As for this week, it flew by like all the rest of them. I went out every night and met a cool italian 2/3 nights. Maurizio was THE MAN and bought us wine, cooked us pasta, and did our italian homework. Score. Then Luigi was a freakin baller/ gentleman/ intellectual all in one. It doesn't get much better than that my friends. Great times. At this very moment I am packed up and ready to head out to Munich for Springfest, which should be pretty interesting and crazy despite the fact that I don't drink beer. Looking forward to an unforgettable weekend nonetheless! I'll definitely blog about it afterwards, but only god knows when. And he ain't talkin'.
Thanks for hangin' out. A presto...

Sunday, April 1, 2012

SPRING BREAK! The Northern Loop

Hey I'm alive! And kickin'. Sorry for the wait but I can finally fill you in on my life and spring break! Seeing as how the weather's been flawless, I hardly have a minute to waste of the computer. I'm like one with nature these days. So this week it was back to reality. Okay not exactly reality but back from Spring Break. Give it up for the Northern Loop wooohoooo! What  a tiring yet extraordinarily exciting trip. I went to Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam and Paris... in that order. In case you were wondering, the entire trip was made by bus. Earlier in the game i didn't realize how utterly imperative it was to get a good seat, therefore i was shafted to the back corner of the smelly bus the whole way to Prague. Let's talk about the seats for a minute. The fact that those things are even capable of reclining on a small ass bus like that is just inhumane. It's all fun and games until the motherf*cker in front of you decides to recline 180 degrees and you conveniently lose complete feeling of the legs.
Anyway, after the gruesome 12 hours and a couple broken knee caps we finally arrived in Prague. What a beautiful city! It was the start of a great trip. The gothic architecture was awesome, there were cool looking castles and very ostentatious buildings. Apparently Walt Disney designed Disney Land after Prague, his favorite city? This is what I hear. In any case it's definitely a magical place. I learned a little history about the czech republic and stuff..  This Just In: it's not czechloslovakia anymore people, it's the czech republic and slovakia, there's a difference ;) I'll save the rest for a rainy day, at this point i'm pretty worldly and knowledgeable and wouldn't want to scare anyone away. The first night in Prague we went on the best pub crawl EVER. We started at this super cool bar underground that felt much like a bohemian cave. I tried absinthe for the first time and it tasted like mouthwash. Overall level of sillyness>>>>>. The coolest part of this night was our awesome hostelmate Jessica who had her first beer. Cheers! She couldn't exactly handle herself that night and the next day was even more humiliating but hey, she was just trying to be cool...#respect. The next day in Prahaha just fell into place. I saw the Charles Bridge, Lennon wall, and climbed up a big hill to see the Castle. For lunch I had some authentic goulash which is like a bread bowl of beef stew. It was really good! Topped it off with a mocha frappe from yours truly, Mickey D. Had ta do it. As we were walking around taking everything in we stumbled across a nice little outdoor spot on the river with live music. Maddie, Tracy, Steph and I relished in the beauty of a beautiful sunset, a scenic view of the castle across the river. We had the company of an ADORABLE golden retriever puppy, and we were serenaded by the melody of a sweet voice and guitar. That was the most perfect part of the day. Later we had awesome, fat burgers for dinner which is a guaranteed day booster, followed by a freshman-style pregame in the hostel. That was cute, <3 my Guelfa babes. That night we went to the 5 story club which was an experience in and of itself. Each floor was a differently themed Hatters. Good and bad. We made our way to the ice bar since I had some extra franks to spend. We met some [cool] British boys, but I'm not really sure if it was them that was cool or just their accents. Either way we made a good time out of it! I personally think the whole ice bar thing is overrated though- you pretty much stand around in a really cold bar with a puffy jacket on when you can be doing the exact same thing at a much more agreeable temperature. Allora.
Next was Berlin. I don't have too much to say about it because it really wasn't the place for me. Cool to see it and know that I don't prefere it though! The history is cool i guess, but I'm not a history buff and the actual sights themselves were anticlimactic for me. The Berlin wall for example was fascinating to hear about, but not a huge marvel in real life. I feel like I would have gotten just as much by reading about it in a text book. Sorry! To me the city was dull, although there was some awesome graffiti and alternative art, it was drab and dreary overall. Obviously that's only my opinion! What can i say, i'm more of a glam girl (we'll talk about Paris shortly)!
Fortunately we only spent one night in Berlin before heading to Amsterdam! I was super excited to get there. When we arrived it wasn't what I was expecting it to look like at all. I don't really know if I had any expectations to begin with, but this place was downright sick nasty!! lol. It was such a quaint little dutch land. There were lots of canals, a nice river running through the city and cute strips of stores and building throughout. Maybe a sort of antiquated Hoboken if you will? The red light district was weird to say the least.Prostitution IN YO FACE. The girls really freaked me out. We saw a kindergarden conveniently located beside a window of prostitutes. Talk about juxtaposition. That ain't right. Don't get me wrong though, Amsterdam was an amaazing place despite the hookers. We went to some cool "coffee shops" where I got all my friends high for the first time. I loved how relaxing an chill the place was in that respect. The cafe's were all really unique and eclectic too! We went to one called the Bulldog which was fun, i felt like such a hippie smokin' a pack of reefers in a cafe. We also went to this hang out called Lost in Amsterdam. What a perfect name for that place. It was a huge room filled with pillows where you sit down with all your friends and smoke hookah and order food and drinks and just chill and chat. My idea of a good time all the way! Didn't get as many pics in Amsterdam as I should have because i was....lazy the whole time. They really know how to appeal to the smokers of the city: the food was freaking delicious. I spent more money in Amsterdam than any other city and 75% of it went towards food. 50% towards belgian waffles. Holy shit that reminds me, one night i had 2 in a row. Hear me out..a warm waffle glazed generously with nutella, topped with strawberries and bananas, can't forget the scoop of icecream, and polished off with some whipped cream. I couldn't just have 1! Other amazing food Amsterdam had to offer included Wok to Walk (delicious stirfry joint), the Mexican (dirty good burritos), and real good boardwalk fries with cheese (obvo). I know what you're thinking and the answer is yes, we did actually do fun things besides smoking and eating, relax! We were feeling ambitious one day so we went ahead and rented some bikes. You could call this an eye-opening experience. We now know that biking is a VERY SERIOUS thing in Amsterdam and if you're not an elite biker you need to get the f*ck off the road. In fact don't even go anywhere near it. It's not a joke, we almost lost a friend to a vespa. I appreciate your life that much more, Noreen. On a serious note, everyone in Amsterdam bikes and it's very systematic and intense. If you hear a bell, get the hell out of the way. Not gonna lie, my biking skills were pretty substantial. That was one of the highlights of Amsterdam, stressful but very entertaining. I left Amsterdam with a little souvenir from a great store called Sabon. It's like the classy version of bath&bodyworks. They told me the stores are only located in Holland which could have been a lie but I had to act on it. I got this amazing exfoliating body scrub that was worth every penny or whatever the euro equivalent is..
Paris was the perfect way to top off spring break. I love France. Upon arrival I was absolutely enamored. The beauty is endlesssss. It's an enormous city, absolutely enchanting all throughout. I honestly don't even know how I can explain it, but I can say that I felt dazzling the entire time I was there. On the first night we went on a pub crawl as usual. We had to take the metro home, but didn't exactly know that it closed at 1, or we did know and planned really poorly. Either way we had a pretty extraordinary time getting home. Luckily we met these 2 people who realized we had NO SHOT of finding our way home without them and they walked us allll the way home. god bless their kind souls. Who ever said french people are rude?? The next day we did a tour of the city which confirmed the obvious- Paris is breathtaking, romantic, and easily my favorite part of the trip. We had some downtime after the tour so we casually relaxed beneath the eiffel tower. It was a gorgeous sunny day and we chilled out in the grass. Couldn't have asked for better scenery. For sunset we climbed up a huge hill to a church where there was live music, and a ton of people sitting on the hill and stairs. Really we were just sitting there talking, but there was a sort of sweetness in the air and the atmosphere made me feel alive. I fully realize how gay that statement was and i stand by it! Honestly there's nothing I love more than being surrounded by beauty in the company of good friends, and having absolutely no where to be. Other than the alluring surroundings, France is also known for their delicious cuisine. I can attest. The french baguette is NO JOKE. That's one thing they do have on Italy. On the last night we went to a traditional French restaurant and I had the classic french onion soup. Some of my friends with more exotic taste dabbled with the escargot and caviar... #bougie. After dinner the big Marist group facilitated by Moyles, the group leader, headed to the Eiffel tower to enjoy it at night. That we did. We got there right in time to see it sparkle on the hour. It was great to all be together, and at that moment the surreal became real. Not one of us could deny how genuinely happy we felt, and how privileged we really are. The magic continued right into the next day. On the final day of what seemed like the longest trip ever, we went to Versailles. I didn't go inside of the palace, but it was amazing from the outside. A part of me felt one step closer to my dreams because ever since i was a little girl I always imagined myself as a queen living in a palace! Lol, I knew what i wanted at a young age. My vividly imagined wedding would take place in the gardens of Versailles! I have the whole game plan laid out minus the husband part........ small thing to a giant. But seriously Versailles was a fairytale. We went biking through the gardens which was priceless. Versailles was like my little piece of heaven, and one day I hope to go back.
That pretty much sums up my spring break on the Northern Loop, but there is in fact a perfect ending to this story. You should be happy to know that I hustled my way through and got the very best seat on the 15 hour bus ride home. I was able to fully recline without feeling guilty and morally incorrect, since I had the seat in front of the stairs with no one sitting directly behind me. I'll be the first to admit it was a great recovery from the awful bus ride there. Still a brutal ride home, but you gotta take the good with the bad. Of all the marvelous people, places, and things I saw on the Northern Loop, Florence remains number one in my heart, and i assure you that it's there to stay, forever<3

Monday, March 12, 2012

Eat, Pray, LOVE MIDTERMS!


I'M DONE WITH STUDYING FOR THE NIGHT AND IN BED EARLY. This means you lucky people get to hear all about my day. The first thing you should know is that there are 100 more important things to do on my procrastination list than blogging. Notice I do not call it a "to do list" because that's never what actually happens, and I consider myself a realist. Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and continue with this blog because after a certain amount of time things become irrelevant and dissolve into the massive 20 year (and counting) history of my life.. therefore I need to get it all out here while it's fresh. Kind of like Facebook pictures, except I never get those out on time either. It's been like 2 weeks since Barcelona and my housemates are still pressin' me for those pics. Actually not even, they gave up on me last week. That's how useless I am but WHATEVER, i'll do it tomorrow ;) I've been preoccupied with STUDYING. Yes, you heard me correctly, MIDTERMS. Today I banged out my first one, killed it, and now i'm all studied up for my second one tomorrow at 9. Hopefully it goes well because my grades depend almost entirely on mid-terms and finals. Pressure weeehhh. Today I relieved some mid-term stress with a classic hike to piazzale michelangelo with the one and only Chelsea Botta. So glad she came to visit, we've had some quality walk and talks this week! The view was gorgeous as always, and there was a nice little breeze which complimented the 70 degree temperature quite nicely. Rough life. When I got back, Danielle and I went to get some groceries for dinner! You'd salivate if you tasted or even smelt our masterpiece. We whipped it up in less than 30 minutes, and it was gourmet...for real. Obviously needed an appetizer because waiting for the main course is just wrong. We made our own original bruschetta (our faaav) with tomato, mozzarella, red onion, and oil and vinegar on some freshly toasted bread. There may or may not be some secret ingredients as well, but if I told you I would have to kill you. Hehe. Then we made a delicious balsamic chicken with the same ingredients. To be honest, and I don't mean to sound like a porker, it made my day. #simplepleasures. We let the food melt in our mouths over a classic episode of Friends. How fitting? Gotta love the Daniiiiiigurlllllll. Finally we buckled down for houuurs of studying, which hopefully won't go to waste. Wish me luck on this brutal archaeology test domani... I should probably run to the Duomo right quick because this girl needs a hope and a prayer. The good news is, regardless of the outcome of my midterm, there will be an extensive home cooked meal waiting for me in the kitchen cerca 9 pm, courtesy of Mr. Scalera. What an angel. I'm obviously looking forward to that a day in advance. It might even appear in my dreams tonight and I'm okay with that. Bottom line is I should probably get some rest if I plan on waking up for this test in the AM. Doesn't help that Bigallo is bumpin' and my friends are downstairs having cocktails, and Ai Se Tu Pego just came on *considers getting dressed* ... LOOK MOM, I'M SOOO RESPONSIBLE. Soon midterms will be over and i'll have Spring Break things on my mind. Northern Loop in 3 days, see you in Prague!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

They say you learn something new everyday...

Lesson of the Day- some people just suck. There's not a lot you can do to prevent these people from sucking. Let go of people who bring negative energy and unwanted tension into your world. Period. They are not your friends. To sum it all up I found a nice poem, put a tiny little rendition on it and entitled it "Just Let Go."

To let go does not mean to stop caring,
   it means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off,
   it's the realization I can't control another.
To let go is not to enable,
   but allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means
   the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change another,
   it's to make the most of myself.
To let go is not to care for,
   but to care about.
To let go is not to judge, [questionable]
   but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all outcomes,
   but to allow others to affect their destinies.
To let go is not to be protective,
   it's to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
   but to accept.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
   but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To let go is not to regret the past,
   but to grow and live for the future.

Just Let Go.


Amen to that... and when all else fails, my horoscope usually has my back. Might be BS depending on the day, but days like this I like to think the stars are speaking to me...
Daily Extended for March 6, 2012
Making the right choices in life can be hard to do, so you have every right to feel proud -- even joyful -- about the decisions you've been making lately. You have examined some difficult situations and chosen the right path. You are a strong person -- stronger even than you know. Have confidence that although you haven't completely put recent hard times behind you, you soon will.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Travel, Sleep, Party, Repeat.

Yet another crazy weekend of traveling and adventure leaves me 100% exhausted and 200% going out tonight. I have to, Nicole's younger brother Mikey is here and it would be wrong if we didn't show him what it's like to be young and beautiful in Florence...allora. This past weekend I got a chance to brush up on my spanish skills in BARCELONA. I gotta say it was a lot of fun and thanks to that spanish minor (which i've neglected for 2 the past semesters) I was pretty legit..good enough at least! It was my first time in Spain and I'm glad I went, it was super spanish chic. The people there seemed really cool/crazy and the city itself was clean, huge, very urban and kinda artsy. Much different from Florence and probably 5 times the size. I didn't try the paella because I'm a wuss but whatever, mad scary to a girl who doesn't eat seafood. Like really scary. I did dive head first into the tapas though...delicious little treats. I love the idea of them, you can get the taste of several different dishes in one meal, perfect for he who loves variety, or a b*tch that can't make up her mind (this girl). As for scenery, The Port Vell made me feel like it was summertime and Kelly and I took a walk down to the beach which was a tease. I wanted to be laying there half nekked with a daiquiri! Soon enough. Enough of that, let's talk nightlife.

For a truly authentic Spanish feel, we pre-gamed at this spot called La Oveja Negra (The Black Sheep). Place was nuts, they had these huge towers of sangria/beer and everyone just sat around these tables and drank. To be honest I felt like I was at drinking camp... can't explain it. But we met these really cool Argentinian rugby players, some of which were cute, and obviously had a weird awesome time with them! I LOVE MEETING WEIRD PEOPLE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES. Never gets old. THE CLUBS WERE CRAZY. Enormous! You're right there on the beach and the party doesn't stop until dawn. I can't fathom how people do that every weekend- peace be with you. Overall Barcelona was a super cool place, didn't get enough time to see all of it because it's enormo but I would definitely go back.
Once again it felt good to get back to my girlfriend Flo. Nowhere i've been so far has been as quaint and homey. Maybe i'm just biased but obviously I don't think so. Today I was totallllly exhausted, battled back and forth with a nap and won. Meaning I beat through the nap. Instead I thought it would be productive to go for a nice jog!!!!! Listen closely because this would only happen to me. Before the jog I make a pit stop to my advisor's office like the responsible student I am. Things went smoothly and I continue to the apartment of my running buddy Coll. I thought i'd spice it up
and take a different route since i always take the same one and it (SEEMED) pretty nice out. Not surprisingly, I find myself lost after a few turns and immediately once I realize i'm lost, the sky opens up and pees all over me. It wasn't raining it was pouring. POURING! I'm walking around the streets in a soaking wet white long sleeve and my other teeshirt wrapped around my head (god forbid I got my hair wet). Every single person thought I was crazy. Numerous italians asked if i was freddo (cold) and every vendor at the market tried to sell me an umbrella. One nice man even tried walking me home under his umbrella but I ditched him half way because he didn't need to know where I live. As soon as I found my way and made it 2 feet from my doorstep, it stopped raining. LISH!! Life. Is. So. Hard. There's my "Only in Dana's World" story for today, don't worry I never run out. It's about time for ya girl to get ready for another night on the town, let's hope it's a good one! Cheers to being Young and Beautiful at YAB. Later haters ;)

Monday, February 27, 2012

il Dolce Far Niente


All I need to do in order to have a good day in Florence is to simply wake up. The rest just falls into place. It's a sort of ineffable joy, and i'm not sure how I will ever be able to leave. The weather was gorgeous this weekend, 65 and sunny. Perfect opportunity to walk around and take everything in. I went down to the Arno River and relaxed under the sun. People go down there just to chill by the water, i encountered several cute puppies and a crazy man from Barcelona. It was one of those super spontaneous things that you never ever ever ever imagine happening. Then it happens and you're like wow i'm not sure what just happened but i'm glad it did. This guy had long curly black hair and a puppet that he danced with. So many weird puppets and clowns and mimes and stuff...only in europe. After he did his little puppet show or what have you, we plugged our own music into his speaker and jammed out. Super chill moment in time. #memories. It's also really beautiful by the river at dusk; Colleen, Noreen and I have been going on runs down there. I'm gonna try to go for a jog everyday, or at least more than once a week. The scenery is so nice that I actually look forward to running (THAT NEVER HAPPENS)! On another note, gelato. I was reluctant to try the fragola gelato but thank goodness i did, new fav!! and i consumed the best pizza i've had so far in Italy at Gusto pizza. Notice the immediate transition from exercise to food, shows where my head's at lol. But something about the pizza just set it apart from all the others, not to mention the guys there were super friendly. Gotta love it! So many of the Italians here are happy and don't really give a funk about much of anything. Much like myself. I also indulged in a taste of shopping this weekend. The sales are irresistible at this time of year! I got a nice pair of combat boots for 15 euro, can't wait to sport those puppies. Also, I got a nice summery little orange shirt that will look great with a tan. Yes i am capable of tanning for the white girls who were confused. Greece, Amalfi, where u at?? The bad news is I realized i won't be able to perform my Flamenco dance at the annual art festival! It just so happens that the performance is also 30% of my grade #gagnation. Whatever, i obviously can't miss the Amalfi Coast and that dance is gonna suck without me anyway, you win some ya lose some. Totally kidding, i'm not that overtly obnoxious.
Today was an awesome monday, that's how you know i'm not in America. The weather was agreeable and sunny, and people were alive and vibrant around the city. When i was leaving class, some man walked out of a store with a case of beers and asked me (in very good english) if I wanted to join him for a cold one. I smiled and declined, mostly because I didn't really expect it to happen and wasn't conditioned to saying yes to strangers in passing. As soon as i got down the street I was already wishing i would have said yes. I don't even drink beer, but I'm sure he would have had some interesting conversation to offer! There's always next time. THEN as i passed by the duomo, some painter at his stand gestured me to come over to him. Again, i smiled, but didn't stop because I was on my way to the food store. To my surprise, the guy followed me down the street and around the corner, and when he caught up to me he asked if i would allow him to paint my face. He said he admired my smile, claiming he doesn't see enough happy people around anymore. So tomorrow i'm going back to the duomo at noon so he can paint me a complementary self portrait.. how cool?? I hope he does a good job! I'm looking forward to another good day tomorrow, the hardest part will be waking up for my 9 and the rest is cake. *FUNFACT* i got a 97 on my italian quiz! Last but not least, there are only 3 short, beautiful days between me and BARCELONA with some of my fav girls. Everyone says the crazzzziesst things about that city, I can't wait to see for myself! At any rate, it's way past bed time and this princess needs to retire to her feather bed, ciao<3

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Never Leaving Florence...

About me leaving Florence, it's not happening. The weather is finally starting to cooperate and it's even supposed to hit 65 next weekend, which will be here before I can recoop from this weekend. Not kidding. It was very nice to be home in Firenze this weekend, although I did miss my girl Norbo tremendously! Thank god we came abroad otherwise we may have never discovered our deep unprecedented love for each other, and that would just be tragic. The weekend got off to a good start on Wednesday with my last class getting cancelled! It was perfect because I honestly didn't feel like going, some angel up above definitely had my back. Good looks. On Wednesday night we all blacked out so that's all i have to say about that. Thursday my girls left me for Pisa and I enjoyed a gorgeous day with Rachael, Tracy, Steph, and Jenna..sweetest gurls. I did the sickest amount of window shopping- self control on a hundred thousand trillion. Either that or I didn't have a single euro on me lol one or the other. It's rough times out here for an independent young college woman but we still ballin' on a budget and lovin' life so whateva. We found an amazing panino joint, forget what it was called but the owner was the man! I think his name started with a P but i wasn't paying much attention to anything besides my sandwich so iiiiono. Def gotta go back there though! Thursday night I fell in love in a hopeless place and I wish i was kidding..thanks Fullup! Enjoyed another nice day in Firenze on Friday and paid a visit to the chocolate festival! 2DIE4. Strawberries, bananas, and pineapples covered in a creamy silky milk chocolate, need I say more? Nah. But let's talk about the futbol game friday night. These Americans went CRAY. The Marist fam dressed up in all purple Fiorentina gear, it was super cute. WE ACTED UP! I've never been to a futbol match in europe before (obviously) and it was quite the experience. Lots of energy and hashish flowing.

Yesterday we tried out the diner with american food. I approve! #shocker. My high point of the day was that fat cheeseburger with crispy bacon.. i'd have it no other way. Low point was when i finished it obviously. Call me a fat American but i stayyyy eatinnnng (stay schemin' flow). I've also been whipping up some master dishes of my own. Baked ziti has become quite the go-to dinner and I dabble with the fettuccini alfredo when i'm feeling fancy, although that's an american-italian delicacy. Other than that I keep it pretty basic, blame the supermarket.  I'm restricted by the food labels, it's pretty hard to decipher...everything. One day i'll be able to distinguish between the different lattes and formaggios and the array of tomato sauces for the love of god. One day. Until then I should probably get myself prepared for tomorrow. It's a big day, I have class. I'm gonna consider getting some homework done right now, keyword consider. If not now definitely later.......yeah. Ciao!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's Day< Switzerland

Where did this week go it's already about to be wednesday! Today was super chill. In my one class, Ancient Roots of Florence, we walked around and checked out some ancient stone foundations from the early Roman Empire. We took a slight interlude in the middle of the street while our professor got a light for her cig. She was such a G in her lil timbs talking to the construction workers. luvit. We ended back up at Proconsolooo and dassit! As we know today was Valentines day and an anticlimactic one at that. My Dad is always my valentine and I missed him this year! He always hooks me up with little goodies on vday, he's the sweetest. Omg so Facebook just called they said i'm not cool if i don't mupload the luscious roses that my "most amazing boyfriend ever" sent me. FML! Seriously though all those flowers on my minifeed are starting to trigger my allergies. We all know roses are beautiful, but I think my weekend in Switzerland wins ;)

Chances are the chocolate in Switzerland was better than the regular ishh your boyfriend gave you. szzzzzz

The girls and I went to Interlaken to chill in the mountains and celebrate Danielle's 21st bday. weeee! What a weekend it was. Swiss alps and franks and chocolates and cheese and army knives and everything swiss. Interlaken was a cozy place with gorgeous surroundings. FRANKly my only complaint would be the exorbitantly expensive prices (pun intended lolll). 


Also the temperatures were obviously very low howeverrrr intensity levels were through the roof! Interlaken was intense! First I hiked my way up a big snow covered canyon then I jumped off of it.. wild. I wasn't even as terrified as I had anticipated. That initial free fall for the first 5 seconds was such a thrill! Those who haven't done it, I highly recommend it to each and every one of you. yeah YOU. That same freezing day we went night sledding which was soooo legit. It was something like real life Mario kart and I was Princess Peach ripping it down the trail (gracefully) with the occasional wipeout for dramatic effect. I might have barreled over a few other sleds and taken them down with me but that's the fun part anyway lets be honest. Those little plastic sleds flewww like you wouldn't believe I'm just glad i didn't tumble off dat mountain.

Saturday we took a day trip to Zurich. It was a very clean and snazzy little city. We did the basics- some exploring, shopping, fine dining, chocolate tasting... you get the picture. When we got back we had a bit of a HOsTEL party amongst ourselves, went right downstairs and got weird at Metro. That was definitely some easy, convenient fun and who doesn't enjoy that? By the end of the weekend I was exhuaaaasted #beleeeDat. i'm still trying to charge this battery pack back up for the weekend tomorrow! My travels so far have been amaaazing and i'm looking forward to my next stop in a few weeks- Barcelona! As for this weekend i couldn't be happier to be home in Firenze with my best firenze :) Wish me luck on my first italian quiz tomorrow!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Côte d'Azur. French Riviera!

Up until a few weeks ago California had definitely been the most beautiful place I'd ever seen. I've seen some stunning sights in San Francisco and Laguna Beach/ Orange county and hope to visit again soon. Then I got here and Florence took my breath away; full of character and simply beautiful. But I never imagined such gorgeous places as I saw last weekend at the French Riviera! I never even imagined or acknowledged that such amazing places even exist. Jersey girl blown away.

This is me standing on top of the world at Eze Village. This place was awesome!! I can't even fathom how it was constructed in medieval times. It's described as an "eagles nest" because of it's location, overlooking a high cliff 1,401 ft above sea level on the French Mediterranean. AMAZING. Pictures can not even do it justice. Definitely one of the coolest things i've ever seen.

We also stayed at Nice for a night. Nice was really very nice and swanky with clear blue water and dazzling beaches. I adored the french styled buildings...it was exactly what I pictured France to look like only prettier. We enjoyed a nice free dinner and hit up the casino for a little gambling. At first I wasn't going to gamble then I cracked and blew 10 bucks on slots...whatever I was feeling lucky. Not so much. It was worth a try though and after 10 dollars I was out of there lol... BALLER!

St Paul de Vance was so quaint. I want to get married here one day, i loved it so much! It was like a little nook isolated on it's own little peace of heaven. No cars drive in the village, and the grounds are all hand crafted with stones in cool designs. Nicole and I explored all of the little stairs and alleys, and every turn we took it was like we found a new secret treasure. Hard to explain, but take my word it was magical.

The famous Cannes was also a nice sight to see. The beach was, like Nice, gorgeous. Everything was swanked out to the max, and it's clear that everyone there has $$$$. We had a nice lunch where we met this cool French dude, then walked around to see where the film festival is held, etc. We also went to Monaco which was full of beemers benz and bentleys, especially bentleys. It's definitely a nice place to vacation.. maybe one day i'll be back :) I'm doing this thing were I collect a postcard from every place I go! I got some pretty cool ones over the weekend, should be pretty cool for when I make my scrapbook. this weekend is Interlaken and Zurich, Switzerland!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

MY AWESOME DAY.

Aside from the abnormally freezing cold weather, I'm totally getting into this whole Florence thing. I've already been here for over 2 weeks which seems so crazy! After calling the polizia 10 minutes upon arrival (literally), and a frantic google translate sesh with the sexy cop at my kitchen table, I absolutely had my doubts as to whether or not I could survive this long. Well i did it! And it just so happens that today i had an AWESOME DAY. In my italian class i'm learning so much useful stuffff! I've been charming the italians with my one liners. They're totally lovin' the effort. A week ago I couldn't say sh*t, not even "thank you". Which is "prego" by the way, lolz. (I'm gonna read this blog a few years from now and hate myself for saying lolz!) Allora... My intercultural comm class is filled with my native Marist people, we kinda run the show at LdM, no? Even our professor spent a semester teaching at Marist last fall and conceived his first child in Poughkeepsie. Made in America! That class is MAD CHILL. Today it was just a 2.5 hr storytime session. Then I had flamenco, and after class I ventured out to buy the appropriate flamenco heels. This is where my low-key day get's exciting; Not only did I happen to bump into a black hair care store, but the lady speaks impeccable english too! Something had to give because my hair looks crazy and I don't know how you say NAPPY ROOTS in italian. So my new shop, Black Beauty, was certainly a delightful little surprise. I proceeded to successfully purchase my shoes and stumbled upon another nice find; burgers, fries, and gelato. Went for the gelato because the flavors were wildly enticing. I already love and have dreams involving nutella, now it has to be a gelato flavor too? They really had to go and do that didn't they? These italians they don't want me in a bikini. The thing is I got really carried away in that blissful moment and didn't realize how few coins I had on me, whooopssies! Anyway i flashed him a smile and a per favore and he game it to me for FREE. Whaddaya know! I'm gonna go pay him back tomorrow, you gotta love the friendly italians. I pretty much skipped the whole way home with my awesome new purchases in one hand, nutella gelato/chocolate dipped cone (with nuts) in the other hand, and a big ol smile on my face. Gurrrrl. I looked like a little kid on Christmas or something. Numerous glances and smiles from oncoming traffic confirmed it. Tonight the girls and I are going to a cute little mexi place right down the street for some margaritas. I already know i'm going HAM on the nachos, i've been looking forward to it all day. Tonight should be a great night, we're all going out for a night on the townnn. Tomorrow we'll be leaving for Switzerland for a weekend in Interlaken to celebrate Danielle's birthday :) BUT i still have to update you on my excursions  at the French Riviera, so bear with me and stay tuned! Hope you enjoyed reading about my awesome day now go and have one yourself xoxo

Friday, February 3, 2012

Better Late Than Never...

HEY GUYS. I'm finally on my blogging swag so have no fear! A few of my friends started blogging when we got here last week and it was obviously a great idea, so consider that bandwagon jumped on. (NOTE: This is my corny sense of humor that will be re-occuring throughout this entire blog). This past week in Florence has flown by but I guess that makes sense considering the amount of partying and lack of studying we've been doing (sorry mom). Though the partying is definitely warranted since pretty much all of my classes are fake! I'm taking a basic intercultural comm class with my only male professor. Just so happens he's adorable and I don't mind going to class at all! I'm also taking an archaeology-esque type class where we get to go on all of these cool trips around Italy. So that should be horribly boring. My favorite class i'm taking is FLAMENCO DANCING. Had to spice it up with a dance class, if you know me even the slightest bit then you're not surprised about this at all. The professor for this class is incredibly adorable and speaks minimal english. The language barrier may be intimidating for some but honestly i've been having a great time communicating with the itals. Come si dice BODY LANGUAGE. It has been challenging, but nothing my elementary italian class can't fix. I digress.. the point is that my classes/ professors are molto benne and I only have class monday through wednesday. Hate to complain though. As you can imagine it's been a long weekend already, and it's only Friday. We're heading out for our first trip tomorrow; French Riviera! First we're hitting up Monte Carlo, followed by Nice and Cannes. Good stuff! Maybe i'll even gamble a LITTLE. I'll be sure to keep you posted on our excursions. If I sound overly excited and obsessed with my life it's probably because I am, can't help it doe. Ciao Ciao <3