Wednesday, May 29, 2013

La Dolce Vita: Florence

So here we are... in Tuscany... in a villa... on a vineyard. Don't know if it gets any better. Probably doesn't. We are a lucky group of kids. 



After leaving Venice we hop on a gigantic tour bus and meet Mario our (professional) driver and head to Tuscany. We make a pit stop at a castle and eat lunch, then drive the rest of the way to our villa where Mario proceeds to backdown the mile-long, winding driveway, hardly big enough for a normal car, in our tour bus. That was impressive. And finally, we have made it to paradise which included Magdalena our new cooking and cleaning Italian grandma. Eat dinner, sleep, wake up and head to Florence. 


Florence is alive. There are a million things going on at once. Ancient mixes with modern. The universities keep it new and relevant, yet the architecture and history keep it grounded in the past. I guess that goes with any city but in Florence old and new completely go hand in hand. I like the vibe - I could stay here a while. 



We saw gallery after gallery and duomo after duomo. We shopped at the leather market and stood in front of the David and the graves of Michelangelo and Galileo.  We watched street performers and ate gelato two to three times a day. And after a big day in the city we would retire to the villa where we would continue to drink wine and push each other into the swimming pool. To be honest, and this might sound cheesy, but it felt like a dream. 



After three days in Florence we went to Lucca, a medieval village, where we biked on the castle wall and shopped on the winding streets. Then went to Pisa to see the leaning tower. Mario found it dumb that so many people wanted to see a building that was built wrong. Stupid tourists... But it really was cool to see if you looked past all of the people in power stance pretending to hold it up for pictures. It was the first time in my life I had vertigo. Being inside a huge tower that was tilted and seeing outside where the ground was flat really got me. Climbed to the top. Took lots of pictures and headed to the Mediterranean Sea for dinner. It 'twas pretty. 



We spent the next day relaxing by the pool. It rained at first but then the sun came out and we all got sunburnt. After walking a million miles a day it was sweet to just chill out because the next day we were at it again. Got a tour of the vineyard, little did we know we were sleeping in a 16th century farm house with more history than you could imagine, and learned the long, meticulous way that wine is made. No wonder it gets so expensive... Then we headed to Siena. Michael had told me it was a photographers heaven and it really was. It was beautiful. (Also in Siena, I ran into a friend that I hadn't seen for two years! Small world.) 



The last night in Tuscany we dressed up, ate a massive dinner and packed for the last part of the trip: Milan. It sucks leaving paradise but on to the next adventure. 






miliany

Milan,
I was sick.
The end.

Just kidding. But really. It was a 5 hour drive from Tuscany to Milan, passed out the entire ride! Once we got there, everyone wanted to go shopping. I just wanted food and sleep. Off to sushi I went! Sadly it was closed until 7. So I returned to the hotel room to watch mean girls and fall asleep. I was basically sleeping until everyone came back from shopping and wanted to get sushi with me. I was so happy that 13 of us went. More bonding time! whoop whoop! The sushi wasn't the BEST. But it was good enough for my birthday weekend. Of course after the sushi, I just went to bed. Bed was my absolute best friend at this point in the trip.
Sunday was the opera. Thank JESUS I didn’t go. I couldn’t have done a 6 hour opera without dying and just sleeping. So guess what I did? I slept all day long. After the opera Amy and I met the people who went to the opera outside of the opera house and decided to get Mexican. I was so sick of Italian at this point, I just wanted anything other than Italian. Kerri, Christy, Ali, Amy and Durfler joined me. Birthday dinner! Haha. We all had some sort of fruity drink and pretty damn good Mexican food. Like, damn. More people should have come cause we had so much food for only 30 euros. Win! After, I really wanted to go out and celebrate my birthday, but the amount of food that was in my stomach, I just wanted to pass out. And pass out I did.
Flying sucks on your birthday. But not when they give you a free drink! This was the best experience of my life, and I feel as if we are a huge family now. I even finally have a gay dad! YAY! Ha. But seriously, all of you are the shit. And im so happy I got to meet every single one of you. =]
Demons were fucked.

Milan


Saturday, May 25
We left the Villa at 8 a.m. to head to Milan. After arriving, the group split and we took the metro to a shopping area and walked the streets and shopped. Then a few of us found a sushi restaurant for dinner. I ordered salmon. It was delicious. Then we took off to find gelato, Keri got hit on by a creepy man, and we eventually made it back to the hotel.

Sunday, May 26
Most students slept in today. After waking up and enjoying breakfast (and stealing tons of mini-jars of honey), a few of us went outside and walked around and shopped a bit. We enjoyed our final lunch in Italy. Then we headed to La Scala with the group and survived a 5-hour opera. The music was amazing, but I'll admit I napped a bit. After the opera, we enjoyed our final dinner and then split for bedtime.

Monday, May 27
Homeward bound. After 20 hours of traveling, we finally made it back to Utah!

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Venice! Ah...



If I were to paint the picture of the perfect place I would probably include some little canals in there. What an incredibly unique city this was. The time was spent doing the touristy things like trying gelato, riding the gondola, going out to eat as massive groups, and seeing the opera Don Giovanni by Mozart.   

Carpe Diem, Baby! Seize the moment, or in modern slogans “Just Do It!” This was my mindset for the few days spent in the Venetian wonderland. Somehow, just get out of bed. As the raindrops splash against the window and the cold air creeps in between the curtains, I lose the sheets because there’s no time for sleep. Every morning that I would leave my hotel, I was made certain that it’s a beautiful world.

Venetian Rain, there are two beautiful things that it taught me. Be proactive, and let your inner soul flourish. Through my experience in Venice, I saw that being proactive has many benefits including wide open winding city streets accented with rustic renaissance and baroque architecture open for a runner, or two, to get completely lost, as the beautiful Maddie and I often did. I noticed that most of the people would be reactive when it rained, hiding under whatever cover they could find whether it be an umbrella or a roof awning. This is beneficial for the proactive type, who is out for a morning run, because the normally crowded city streets were now left empty. The second one – Let your inner soul flourish. Bravo to Patrick and Amy for entertaining the entire group with your impressive dancing skills, especially outside of Matteo’s. Your east coast swing looked very fun, and Amy you’re a natural. Rain or shine, you two put on a great show!

Then there was the Wine. For some, the heart of the experience. Consumed quite often, there were definitely a few standouts I had the pleasure of tasting while in this post super power trading city turned tourist hotspot. There were times when the wine acted as a great social lubricant. For example, the first night that we got to Venice where our table of 20 shared multiple reds, whites, and pinks. Then there were the times where the wine was the experience. For me, I was the happiest when I was sharing a delicious Italian Red and a cheese plate with my professor and new friend Patrick. There were two occasions where this occurred, the first being in this off the beaten path wine bar called HC. This wine bar was my first real experience dealing with wine. We sat amongst a small wooden table that was propped right next to a tall window that offered a spectacular view of the canal. The décor and ambience of the wine bar was inviting and cozy, and the waitress was a beautiful woman who was incredibly helpful and informative. The second occasion occurred on the last night where I tasted the finest red I have ever been exposed too. The star of this city for me was the Amarone. Beautifully complex red full of deep raspberry and oak that enters with a tart sensation as it purses your lips, balances out beautifully as it sits on your tongue, and trails with a nice sensation of bitterness.  It has a deep complexity which is visible in the color as you can see the center of the wine is a very deep burgundy and then lightly simmers to a beautiful red that reminds me of a red rose from the first love. More specifically, deep flavors of berry were mentioned by the entire group. As Chipman mentioned, it fires color synapses of red, blue, and purple in your brain and reminds him of the final trio of Richard Strauss, Rosen Kavalier. I get caught up in the moment and drink that wine for hours on end with the fellow Westminster Travelers on this trip. That has been one of the greatest things on this trip! The sweetness of doing nothing (In Italian)

A few quick notes about the city and its history and architecture. A very interesting city, the fact that there are canals everywhere and the only way to get around the city is by boat or foot is incredibly unique. Also the city has had a very rich and prosperous past due to the fact that they were once a very important and large trading city. Since it is one of the most eastern cities in Italy, it was an important hub for trading goods by ship or land.  This old wealth is prevalent in some of the churches and palaces throughout the city. The city’s architecture was also one of the best I have ever seen. A mix between some gothic and neo-gothic as well as a blend of eastern and western influenced renaissance architecture. It is one of the few larger cities on the Adriatic coast. The city handles rain well, the locals approach: A beautiful day it is today, the rain washes all the worries away. It is uniquely Venetian in the sense that the whole city can (and did) flood and the shop owners response was to throw down some boards and stay open. St. Mark’s square was completely flooded the second day that we were there and this was an amazing experience. It truly was cool to see how the water filled the entire city and to see thousands of tourists trudging around in a giant puddle. It made for some great photos and some great times.


 And a few last things:

1.       Showing my gratitude. To my parents, you’re the best. I am so grateful for this trip. It has opened my eyes and fostered curiosity and creativity. I have learned so much so far and it is not even close to over. I have met some incredible people and seen some incredible sights. Thank you.

2.       Enjoy the journey. To all the readers, I have learned that Italian have a great mindset and it is one that is much slower and in the moment than I am used to. What it boils down to is enjoying the moment and the journey you’re on.

3.       Define success and happiness. It is your life. Strive to do what you love, why you do it, and who you do it with. Happy people define success in a manner that inspires them, often tied to their passions, and purpose. I have seen this every day in my professors on this trip and it is very inspiring.

4.       A poem inspired by the runs

Venetian Rain

Getting lost, in every sense of the word,

Running around, without direction, while the sky pours,

Conversations w/ a beautiful girl, makes me want more

with wide eyes and open mind, ill experience this tour!

 

 

 

Milano: The NYC of Italy

I'm writing this while suffering from allergies, sickness and the worst jet lag I have ever experienced, but I can't complain. No matter how tired, sore, or stuffed up I am now, the past two weeks were entirely worth it. I could not have asked for a better overall experience abroad in Italy, and I am so happy that I got to share it with the people that I did.

Before lugging my bags downstairs and embarking on the 5-hour bus ride into Milan, I was very sad to leave our heavenly villa in Tuscany. Everything was just so perfect there, and I didn't want to leave it behind. Still, accompanied by the falling rain and green fields, I silently said a loving goodbye to Tuscany as it drew further and further into the distance.


 However, as I got my first taste of Milan on the first day that we stayed there, I realized that there was a lot to love about the city. The one thing that I found most interesting about Milan was how much it reminded me of New York City, but also how it differed from that city. It had a very similar underground train system, the same tall urban buildings, and the same busy shopping centers, and yet it was much less crowded than NYC and had a lot more architectural variety to it.



I truly loved the shopping scene in Milan, but there was a major flaw in all of the stores that I visited on the first day there: none of the clothes came in any size larger than a "Large", so none of the clothes there really fit me. This fact that I came to learn rather quickly seriously disappointed and saddened me, because I had really hoped to find at least some clothes in Milan. I had hoped that at least one of the clothing stores there would have realized that not every woman fits into such average sizes, but I guess I was wrong. I did, however, find some really cute flats and a colorful scarf that I love.

On the second day I wanted to sleep in, so I did not join other people at the duomo in the morning, but waited until it was time to go to the opera house. La Scala was as beautiful as I had imagined it to be, and the fourth part of Wagner's Ring Cycle, despite being long enough to make me fall asleep for several parts of it, was very interesting. I especially loved the costumes worn by the women in the production.


Before I was ready to leave Italy, it was time for an early morning journey to the Milan airport to begin our journey back home. As excited as I was to go home and see everyone who I missed, I was very sad to leave this wonderful country, and I only hope that I can come back there someday sooner rather than later. 


Milan Finale!

Milan was amazing! Even though we were there for a very short time (I will definitely be going back someday), I got to experience quite a bit! The first day in Milan we checked into our amazing hotel (and said goodbye to Mario...sniffle...). We then went shopping!! Milan shopping was amazing! There were the expensive stores that I would not have even been able to step foot into, and then there were the stores that I could actually consider buying something in! I got two pairs of sandals (buying shoes in Milan...can't get much better than that!!). That night after having some dinner, a few of us went out on the town to go clubbing!! Our hotel was in the clubbing district so we were in the right area to go out! It was my first time in a club and at first I was really uncomfortable because of all the strangers and the smell but after a while I started getting into it and dancing and having a great time! I got hit on by some old guys (which was interesting), and danced it up to popular American songs! And I was very happy to reaffirm the knowledge that I can totally have a blast without drinking! It was a really fun time and I'm not going to lie...when everyone else wanted to leave because they were tired and their feet hurt...I was totally up for staying there for another hour at least!! Maybe I am a closet party-er after all! ; ) When we got back to the hotel I crashed into my bed with my ears ringing and my throat throbbing from singing at the top of my lungs and trying to yell over the music to my friends. But sleep came quickly! The next morning was rough though...I had the hardest time getting up! I can't even imagine what it would have been like if I had been hung over as well! But despite that, I am happy that my first clubbing experience was in Milan! My favorite part about Milan though was definitely the Metro!!! I LOVE riding the Metro!!

The next day (our last day in Milan and of the trip), I wandered around the hotel area with a few others and then got ready for the opera! I wore my hot black dress and new black sandals and we headed to La Scala Opera house! The opera was the fourth and last of Wagner's Ring of the Nibelung opera. It was three acts long with two intermissions which all added up to 6 hours...holy cow!! It was like running a marathon! (and I wasn't even singing...I can't even try to comprehend what it must have been like for the singers!!) It was truly great though. The music was great, the set was pretty good, and the opera house itself was incredibly beautiful. I got to sit in box seats and lean over the edge; it was truly a once in a lifetime experience and I loved almost every moment of it! (the moment that I didn't like was when two Italian men came and kicked Trevor and I out of the awesome seats we were in....ba....) After the opera we got dinner and I was soooooo hyper!! I don't know what was wrong with me but I just could not sit still! Poor Kelli and Chipman had to deal with sitting by me at dinner and I can't even think about what I must have looked like to them! It was a good last night : ) I had a wonderful talk with my two amazing roommates that night (thanks Andrea and Ana!) and we went to sleep and woke up maybe three or four hours later to get ready to go to the airport. I was sad that it was over but at the same time I was happy that we were going home back to America!

The traveling was horrible!! Even though I slept for a lot of it it was fitful sleep and I was cold and just wanted to be home! My favorite moment was getting back into American ("Murka!") where water is free, bathrooms always have toilet seats and toilet paper and are free, and I can easily eavesdrop because everyone is speaking English!! Sigh...I LOVE living in America!!! I will miss Italy dearly though, and I will miss experiencing it with the wonderfully amazing group of people that I was with! But thankfully I got people's numbers so they will have to hang out with me soon!! Thank you Italy for such an amazing time!! And thank you to Michael Chipman and Brandon Derfler for planning such an incredible trip full of experiences and laughter!!
Getting our Metro tickets!! (Day 12)

Clubbing in Milan!! (Day 12)

Love these girls!! (Day 13)

Going to the Opera! (Day 13)

Last Gelatto of the trip...it was glorious! (Day 13)

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In box 3 on the fourth floor of La Scala Opera House (Day 13)

I'LL BE BACK SOMEDAY ITALY!!!

xoxo JannaLyse

Inside of Italy: MILAN

 The hardest thing about these past few days have been waking up, knowing that we would have to leave our beautiful villa in Tuscany.  As much as I have loved being out in the country, I was aching to see what we would do or what we would see in Milan.  Waking up on the last day (Friday) to head to Milan was definitely sad after a great week-long away from the city.  But we all packed up our stuff and headed out to the bus before making the long 5 hour trek to Milan.  On the way there, I was able to sleep for maybe 2 hours, but I did like how it was raining on the way there.  Once we got to Milan, it looked so beautiful inside and out.  More like an Italian version of Nancy (a similar city in France where I was close to for those of you that don't know where Nancy is), the streets were long and filled with stores and shops and the Milanese; if that's what they're called.  After settling in the hotel for a half an hour, as a group, we went down to the Metro and started making our way downtown for shopping.  As a girl, I'm not very fond of shopping.  But in Milan, it was an adventure.  First time being around a group of girls and just not having a care, really.  

After a few hours of shopping and rain (no surprise there), Kerry, Andrea, Anna, and I headed back to the hotel after getting some dinner at a Kebab place.  YUM.  At the hotel, Kerry, Andrea, and I just chilled in one of our room's and ended up just watching cartoons on TV while relaxing.  Pretty fun really since we ended up reading Cosmo in various accents.  Yes there is video, but for our eyes only. Mwuahaha.  The next day before going to the opera, I joined up with Patrick, Trevor, and Kerry and we all made our way to the Duomo and then went window-shopping after walking around the top.  Pretty much a very relaxing day before going to the opera and looking in designer stores knowing that I couldn't afford a thing.  Probably a good thing though considering what Milan considers "fashion", I consider it as "why the hell is this considered fashion".

Last thing to possibly due in Milan was, of course, going to La Scala for Götterdämmerung on the last day of Italy.  Somehow, Kerry and I are always finding ourselves alone in a booth and it makes it amazing without having to worry about people sitting in front of us or not being able to see the entire opera.  The six hours were brutal only during the first Act, but I really enjoyed the theater and absolutely loved the orchestra.  I cannot get over how phenomenal the brass section was throughout the entire thing.  After the opera, the group split for dinner and went our own way, knowing we'd have to get back to only pack our suitcases and wait to leave only five hours later for the airport.  I can't  believe we have to go home already.  

--Kimberly