Sunday, May 16, 2010
Il fine.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Rome, mi amore.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Greece Spring Break!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Mia famiglia!!!
I have been visiting the “anticipation building” all week which finally led to today! The day they arrive!! I woke up to a bright and sunshiny day. I went to the catacombs of San Callisto and St. Paul’s Outside the Walls with API. It was so nice outside that I didn’t even need a coat! How excited was I to walk on over to see my family? Uber excited. So, after going back to my apartment, packing, cleaning and getting ready to meet the fam, I planned on no rain. Although, I figured I would pack my spiffy knew umbrella that I bought from the guy at the Piramide Metro stop yesterday. Oh wait a minute, where did it go? That’s right, I left it in Italian class last night. My umbrella count is up to 3. My mom just brought me a new one. I give me a week before I lose it.
Anyway, I have impeccable luck and it DOWNPOURED the whole trip over to see mia famiglia. My pants were soaked, toes were frozen, and my jacket was drenched. I was in a foul mood, as Whitlee would say. But then I got a dozen massive hugs from Steph and my mom, held back the tears reuniting with those two, hugged Auntie, and hugged Nick. After yours truly got dry and significantly happier, we went out to dinner, found mom her pastry, and are now sitting back here, listening the Cheryl and Susie stories from their pastime. Auntie just got to the story of when my mom locked my auntie’s dresser draw and threw the key down the sewer. My mom is sleeping, but she just said, “I can hear you!” Now it’s the story of how my mom put a small, small braid in her hair in the middle of the night and she played dumb in the morning when she found it. (My moms just said, “What did I do?” She still plays dumb quite well.) Side note: Nick has a LOT of energy at night. My sister, on the other hand, is falling asleep. He is currently flying around the apartment, trying see what he can take home.
Besides the joy’s of my visitors, I have had a pretty good week. I was the first foreigner that a little boy on the tram ever met which I’m pretty sure was as fascinating to him as finding big foot. (We’ve moved onto the game where Nick and Steph are timing themselves to see which one can get themselves unlocked from the bathroom the quickest.) Other than the boy, I saw a movie crew in Santa Maria in Trastevere. Wouldn't that be cool to be watching a random movie and suddenly see that piazza? I think so. (I think Steph may have won, due to significant cheating on Nick's side.)
Unfortunately, no internet. Therefore, I shall save this and post it later.
Saturday, March 6th, 2010: Today was a very eventful day of filled with laughs and smiles. We went to the Vatican and got literally mobbed by a thousand tour guides asking if we speak English and want an English speaking tour. One guy even asked Nick in english if he spoke spanish and would like a spanish speaking tour. We got sick of it after the first two, and there were at least fifteen more. Steph and Nick went to the Sistine chapel because Nick had never seen it before, and mom, auntie and I stalked just about every market we found. We found this open market that my mom went into for the sole purpose of buying oranges and cheese. We walked out with oranges, cheese, bananas, meat, pesto, balsamic vinegar glaze, sun dried toamatos, olives, bread, eggplant, nutella, and ricotta cheese. Lets just say we had an amazing lunch. After we ate, we went BACK to the Vatican to walk around the basilica.
We went into the side museum were we saw what? Two thorns from Jesus’s crown of thorns and 6 fragments of wood from The Cross. No big deal. Now how they autheniticate that, I have no idea, but it is believed to be true. Afterwards, Steph mentioned to Nick that we could walk up the cupola, but the mere thought was more than enough heights for him. So instead, we went down. Under, actually, to the tombs of the Popes. Let me preface by saying there were NO signs saying no pictures. I had no right to get yelled at for that. Anywho, as it turns out, all those sarcophagus’s, (sarcaophagi?) upstairs in the basical don’t have any bones. St. Christina of Sweden is actually buried down in the tombs! All this time I thught I was taking a picture of her bones. I saw the burial sight of Pope John I and Pope John Paul II which I am sure Cory Larkin would love to see. Look at that, ANOTHER blog mention.
After our lovely excursions, we went back to the room where I slept like a baby for a whole 45 mintues. I woke up and my family already went through a bottle and a half of wine. We departed for the Spanish Steps, and Steph, Nick and I climbed to the top. As it turns out, the Spanish Steps has only 3 more steps than it takes to get to my apartment building. Fascinating, huh? We went to a FABULOUS DINNER at a lovely restaurant. I got an articoke pasta dinner and after we all shared 2 bottles of wine, I left with a big smile and the phone number of our waiter, Kamal (You're welcome, family, for getting you all a free bottle of wine).
We had a lovely stroll back home and after a drink of limoncello, I said goodnight to my mom and aunt as they went to bed and find myself back here, sitting with Steph and Nick – the exact same way we ended our night last night. Now, Steph is trying to teach Nick Italian. She is trying to get it out of him that “Molto bano” does not mean very good, but very bathroom. Now, he combining bueno and bano to bu-AAAH-nyo. It’s quite hysterical. And now it is waaaaaaay past my bedtime. Buonanotte.
Alright, so maybe I only made it to posting Friday and Saturday night, but I'll fill you in of the rest of the week as well:
Sunday was known as "Christina day." I took them on over to Trastevere where they saw my apartment and we went to the open market. Steph and my mom were a little rusty with haggling, but Nick completely made up for the two. I think he was about to bust out his Italian curse words when the guy wanted 10 euro for a belt. He stormed off, and found a guy who custom made a belt he wanted for only 6 euro (Nick's price). Afterwards, we went to dinner at this place called "Spaghetti." They're famous for their meat. Just kidding. They literally had 50 different kinds of spaghetti, and delicious pizza. I got an eggplant spaghetti dish (surprise, surprise), and we all split a pizza as an appetizer.
Monday was Tivoli day... which could have gone a lot better. For the record Steph, my friends just went to Tivoli and said they loved it. We arrived three hours after we left our apartment to a beautiful swamp in the middle of nowheresville, Italy. After walking around for a bit, crossing the bridge, and asking for a bathroom, we found ourselves in a lovely place for lunch which my mom claims was worth the ride over there because she had the best calzone of her life! My pizza was delicious as well :) Then we walked around for a bit only to stumble upon a breathtaking view of the Italian countryside. We did, however, realize that we only had about 15 minutes left before we had to go and catch our train back, so we left.
But not before my mom bought half a leather store. The man working there was apparently a fabulous salesmen because at one point I looked at my mom and she had four purses and 2 wallets in her hand. Nick chased her around saying, "I gotta keep an eye on you so you don't get screwed by this guy!" I also found my sister torn between three different colors of the same bag. The guy was finessing her as well. When we left, my sister and mom were 2 purses, a wallet and a belt richer, though their bank accounts were a bit feisty the rest of the day. What you ask, did we do for the rest of the day? Not much except I GOT TO SEE KEARA!! Again :)
Her and Joe left from Rome for their spring break so they came out to dinner with us and spent the night in our apartment. We had oodles of fun. Though I felt awfully bad about the amount of candy in the apartment and how Keara could have absolutely none of it. Sorry again, love!
Tuesday it rained. I walked outside and had my umbrella open for a solid 2 minutes before it broke. Why have I not just been wearing a rain coat this whole time? So after we walked over to Guiseppe's meat and cheese place and Campo di Fiori I parted ways with my mom and auntie while Steph and Nick went to the Colosseum. I went to class, and after I joined back up with my now tipsy family again who enjoyed 2 bottles of wine while I learned curse words in my Italian class. Whose 2 hours were better spent? I find that one arguable. We went to the glorious Antonio's where we had glorious food and glorious wine and a glorious waitress- oh wait, no we didn't. She was the most unpleasant person of our life. But other that her the meal was great!
Wednesday *sigh* was the most amazing day spent in my entire time in Italy. We took a lovely train ride over to Montefalco, where we went to Antonelli's wine vineyard. After driving through quite a few acres of their vineyard, we arrived at the main building and had our own private tour with Wendy, an Australian-turned-Italian who is just the sweetest thing. After the tour, we sat down for the most delicious meal I have ever eaten in my life. I will repeat this, because I am not lying. I ate the MOST delicious food ever! All thanks to Teresa, the chef I wish I could take back to my apartment. We had saltless bread that she topped with literally the best olive oil I've ever tasted and salt. Saltless bread sounds strange I know, but it was heeeeeeeaven. Then we were served a scrumptious array of meats and cheeses with sun-dried tomatoes and homemade jam. Then, the pasta. Oh the pasta. Oooooooooh dear, that pasta was amazing. It was this thick, spaghetti like noodle (Steph, what's the name again?) that she tossed in sausage, mushrooms, truffles and cream. My taste buds are still on cloud nine from that pasta. The sad part came next, when I couldn't finish all of the prosciutto wrapped lamb with roasted potatoes and turnip heads that I was served. My taste buds were NOT happy to hear they could wrap themselves around all of that wonder. The dessert was a traditional Umbrian dessert that was this thin pastry dough wrapped around raisins, apples, and I forget what else but it was good. Not heavenly, but merely good. Oh shoot! I forgot about the wine! Hence the whole part of us going to a wine vineyard, duh. The wine was fabulous. We were served 1 white wine that I later bought, and 3 different kinds of red wine. The dessert wine that we were served was by far my favorite, though. It was so think and sweet it was almost like drinking syrup. After the vineyard, our plans for that night were to go back to the restaurant that I got our waiters number (where I would avoid the waiter) to eat dinner, but we were filled to the brim. So we settled for a dinner of wine and gelato at Giolitti's which - dare I say - is BETTER THAN OLD BRIDGE! It is seriously phenomenal.
Thursday was a shopping day. We went to the kitchen store, as the family calls it, and walked around piazza Navona a little bit. We sat down for a drink and got the WORST tasting beer I have ever had. Then I parted their presence for Italian class and rejoined for the last supper at Baffetto's, aka the best pizzeria ever. We sipped our wine, enjoyed our pizza, and found our way over to the bakery with a mortadella wheel almost as tall as me. We polished off their last remaining desserts and we back home to enjoy them. After a couple intense rounds of rummy, it was time to say goodbye. My mom had told me earlier in the week that I was already too dehydrated so she didn't want to see any liquids coming out of my eyes. Well, that was hard for me, her and my sister to do as I said bye to them. BUT I have my special chamomile tea that I am ordered to drink only when I am very stressed and want my mom their to calm me down. My loving mother also bought me a murano glass heart shaped necklace that she told me I can wear and know that for how close that glass heart is to my heart, that's how close we'll always be, no matter the distance. And this woman really expects me not to cry? She also brought me Hersey's Hug's kisses because I told her I miss hugs and kisses. So whenever I need a hug or a kiss, I can just have one and it'll be like getting a hug and kiss from my mom. :) But I'm only allowed one a day so that by the time the bag is gone, it'll be time to get a real hug and kiss from her. The greatest mom ever? Yes, yes I would have to agree 100% with that statement. But as I was saying, when Steph and mom walked my to the taxi, there was not a set of dry eyes. Well, I guess the taxi cab driver didn't cry. I was really hoping, though, that I would be sick of them by the end of the week so it would be easy to say goodbye. Really though, the second after I hugged them hello I had to hug them goodbye. A week wasn't long enough. But at least I got to see them. Unfortunately, my dad couldn't come at all. Which - despite the absolutely glorious time I had - made me still a little homesick. But I suppose having two of my three pillars in life come to visit is better than having none at all, right? Right.