<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:37:44.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I get to The Universita di Perugia??</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-7630844316744201696</id><published>2011-08-08T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:16:43.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuscany</title><content type='html'>Sorry about being late...way late.&lt;br /&gt;
I spent my last weekend at a farmhouse in Tuscany.  It was everything I could have ever wanted.  There were several small farmhouses spread around the area with one central farmhouse.  This little area was in the middle of no where.  You could turn all around and not see a building for miles.  It was a very relaxing weekend that consisted of swimming, sitting by the pool and reading, napping on the hill in the grass and enjoying God&#39;s world.  One afternoon we did yoga on the top of the hill as the sun was setting....it was the most beautiful and amazing thing I have ever done.  If I had the opportunity to go back to this place tomorrow, I would, no questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;
The trip home was very long and tiring. I left Perugia at 1 am on Tuesday then left Italy at noon.  I was in Dublin for a few hours then left at 5ish and (with the time change) landed 7 hours later in NYC at 7:30 pm....then had the 4 hour ride home and arrived at 2 am on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;
I miss Italy so much and think about it often.  I hope that everyone is lucky enough to get a chance to experience a different culture at some point in their lives.  It is an eye opener and it creates memories that last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;
Italy will always be in my heart. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7630844316744201696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/08/tuscany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7630844316744201696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7630844316744201696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/08/tuscany.html' title='Tuscany'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-2492775934904468501</id><published>2011-06-14T03:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T03:30:45.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 13, 2011  Beware old ladies in need of groceries.</title><content type='html'>This morning we went grocery shopping. Again, we waited and were outrun byt little old ladies who wanted their cheese.  We got more this morning than we usually do so we have food for a while.  Ashley found Frosted Flakes and got very excited.  We also got apricots and oranges.  We came back to the apartment and I had a quick breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;
I got to the school around 10 and worked on typing up my blog until 11:15.  Class was interesting.  We talked about the pros and cons of the Economic Miracle, Vespas, read the story “The Vigil” and watched a bit of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;
I went back to the apartment and did some work for a while.  My mom called to catch up.  I miss chatting with her.  She is my best friend and we usually talk every day.  &lt;br /&gt;
By the time I got off the phone Ashley was back and cooking dinner for herself.  I just had some bread and then I went with her to the art studio to use the internet.  I got kicked out after a short time because apparently only fresco students can be there past hours. &lt;br /&gt;
I didn’t want to sit in the room so I went to walk around.  I went to Bubble and the bookstore looking for something to get but didn’t find anything I wanted.  But I found a cheap little knickknack for Ashley and Jill.&lt;br /&gt;
I had salad for dinner then we went out for gelato to balance the nutrition.  I got Cremi de Gram which had pieces of cookies.  I added whipped cream this time….it was crazy rich and creamy.  Definitely only something to get once in a while.   We sat outside and ate for a while and enjoyed the wonderful weather. &lt;br /&gt;
Bed early tonight.  Tomorrow: Museum, shopping, paper writing, class, pizza workshop, out on the town for the night.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2492775934904468501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-13-2011-beware-old-ladies-in-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/2492775934904468501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/2492775934904468501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-13-2011-beware-old-ladies-in-need.html' title='June 13, 2011  Beware old ladies in need of groceries.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-6804313736553237708</id><published>2011-06-14T03:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:27:00.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 12, 2011 &quot;The world is all gates, all opportunites, strings of tension waiting to be struck.&quot; - Ralph Waldo Emerson</title><content type='html'>Today was insane.  After crazy dreams about being held hostage, saving the day, McDonalds and teaching, I got up at 9:30.  Jill and I decided to go to church at the local Duomo.  I got all dressed up and church was at 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;
I have seen a lot of churches in my time here but this one was my favorite.  It had the “wow” factor of an ancient church but it still felt like a holy place of worship.  Jill and I found a seat toward the back and watched as many different types of people came in.  The organ player was my favorite.  He was a little squirrely man with glasses that magnified his eyes, a hunch back and an interesting way of moving and talking.&lt;br /&gt;
A bell tolled and everyone stood.  A cardinal was giving mass today.  Instead of coming up the aisle like in America, they came in from the front.  Mass was confusing, of course, because it was in Italian but I could follow what part we were at.  I wish I could have understood the cardinal because he seemed like a very good speaker.  My favorite part of was the choir.  They sounded heavenly when their voices echoed off the big walls.  I just closed my eyes as they filled my ears and I inhaled the incents. &lt;br /&gt;
The most confusing part was communion.  In America, there is an order and people file out of their pews.  In Italy, it is a free-for-all…yet somehow it works.  Giving the sign of peace, I just mumbled as I shook hands….hey, it’s the thought that counts. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3EJ69yG9WMGRSMDse75fzsH5-Ze1J4kJHqEDyunTzKUkuP9LKN2Jr_E-qK-EkdyuYz4lbGv28pr0Z_iuDQrc3dHMeCCuCgWZ2zlCHQyXJqWa-7Zr19FAsNJF-KR-vpB09lnGxLJAl8kF/s1600/per8.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3EJ69yG9WMGRSMDse75fzsH5-Ze1J4kJHqEDyunTzKUkuP9LKN2Jr_E-qK-EkdyuYz4lbGv28pr0Z_iuDQrc3dHMeCCuCgWZ2zlCHQyXJqWa-7Zr19FAsNJF-KR-vpB09lnGxLJAl8kF/s200/per8.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhF-_dt67JGCY7rJq7TzMj3IYaLGggZZCBy9c3NDBLeQO4pJ9FSAJmPSyNowBDUzuyhXzvJw3lRLJEULyXq4v25ZAsAcolstJgfmMCs0R_XJwI7HyAtlOfH-G9QplFju_aZHSsu_o34j6/s1600/per9.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhF-_dt67JGCY7rJq7TzMj3IYaLGggZZCBy9c3NDBLeQO4pJ9FSAJmPSyNowBDUzuyhXzvJw3lRLJEULyXq4v25ZAsAcolstJgfmMCs0R_XJwI7HyAtlOfH-G9QplFju_aZHSsu_o34j6/s320/per9.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After we left we went to the café for a cappuccino and pastry….delicious as always.  We then went to the apartment.  I got changed, we waited for Ashley to get ready and then we went to Ciao Ciao’s for lunch.  I got a pancetta panino with zucchini, eggplant and pesto on it.  We ate outside until the school opened at 2.  &lt;br /&gt;
From 2-5 we used the internet and put up pictures.  We had giggling fits all day, probably because we actually slept last night. We got bored sitting in the library so we went to the market.&lt;br /&gt;
We got cannoli’s (we were fatties today) and sat at the overlook of Perugia to eat them.  I can’t believe this is my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;
As I was walking I dropped my money and it went everywhere in the road.  I was basically lying on the ground trying to get it and all three of us where laughing hysterically.  The Italians must have some great stories from us visiting Americans.  &lt;br /&gt;
When we got back the room we hung and talked for a while and then decided that we wanted kebabs. I told we ate a lot today.  Jill tried a new drink.  It was disgusting.  It smelled like medicine and had a 10% alcohol content.  We dumped it out but kept the cool looking glass container.&lt;br /&gt;
Things are winding down but we are still giggly. Bed soon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6804313736553237708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-12-2011-world-is-all-gates-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6804313736553237708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6804313736553237708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-12-2011-world-is-all-gates-all.html' title='June 12, 2011 &quot;The world is all gates, all opportunites, strings of tension waiting to be struck.&quot; - Ralph Waldo Emerson'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3EJ69yG9WMGRSMDse75fzsH5-Ze1J4kJHqEDyunTzKUkuP9LKN2Jr_E-qK-EkdyuYz4lbGv28pr0Z_iuDQrc3dHMeCCuCgWZ2zlCHQyXJqWa-7Zr19FAsNJF-KR-vpB09lnGxLJAl8kF/s72-c/per8.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-2398057913399027127</id><published>2011-06-14T03:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:22:47.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 11, 2011  &quot;Much have I traveld in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen...&quot; - John Keats</title><content type='html'>We are running out of food (and toilet paper) in the apartment again.  We have pasta, 3 eggs, nutella and cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;
We left for Siena at 9. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84cFMQKmmCBa7k8DfyvbvAZN8U8NnKI_Rq9nCJbuXFyLAelBu2q3CYWL_H59gj_N3QO6ZC5qcYD-icj4SndnJb2gtaWWmyn_vMW5hOCWVX8HWDt_HvW_ImARRevHimDXl8lGR-o60jCF0/s1600/sie.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84cFMQKmmCBa7k8DfyvbvAZN8U8NnKI_Rq9nCJbuXFyLAelBu2q3CYWL_H59gj_N3QO6ZC5qcYD-icj4SndnJb2gtaWWmyn_vMW5hOCWVX8HWDt_HvW_ImARRevHimDXl8lGR-o60jCF0/s320/sie.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When we got to Siena we walked for a while until we got to the Bascillica of Saint Catherine.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zCvubRmRh99vYacN6R3JiHAn7RUHRQTVcwSGbXiOwbpfQThwhbkFg6JvMDopj9WEU-s4P_wlNx20iN5HT-L3oVaaINKEm22Y41hGJBXLACkOW0tNikev1NV8C6dZtWIfg8SPIB0ExLHY/s1600/sie3.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zCvubRmRh99vYacN6R3JiHAn7RUHRQTVcwSGbXiOwbpfQThwhbkFg6JvMDopj9WEU-s4P_wlNx20iN5HT-L3oVaaINKEm22Y41hGJBXLACkOW0tNikev1NV8C6dZtWIfg8SPIB0ExLHY/s200/sie3.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was a pretty chapel except that it had her finger and actual head it in.  That was gross and disturbing.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKCOXq1-HUWQx9a-sROFI15MtBefMouGKEy2WWZEzpIrCdSNPm0if4rhHoPxkWYNUHmvKbtFNler-Btvnigog_zkDv2i2PVP-o2Ntq07knbghyphenhyphenAQX38tZxvRk0NaNlByc1OnLlr4b-w42/s1600/sie2.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKCOXq1-HUWQx9a-sROFI15MtBefMouGKEy2WWZEzpIrCdSNPm0if4rhHoPxkWYNUHmvKbtFNler-Btvnigog_zkDv2i2PVP-o2Ntq07knbghyphenhyphenAQX38tZxvRk0NaNlByc1OnLlr4b-w42/s200/sie2.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
While we were waiting outside for the group, a bunch of High Schoolers got into a big water fight.  There were water balloons and water bottles everywhere.  Oh to be young.&lt;br /&gt;
We then walked past the Baptistery to the Duomo which is one of the biggest in the world.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThcDWKq2guf7e4Yt5RMDBb97eI8qYI_VksO2Q4nnZnYKrLI4fDkJhMNyxFxO-jg-XAzxvTcTGDB6nBqmmDQ6KdRD1tVDEmPIXZyol1VbjO8_uRJWg1PyVPzX2r3J-tm1Tf1Yu7BSH47NN/s1600/sie6.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThcDWKq2guf7e4Yt5RMDBb97eI8qYI_VksO2Q4nnZnYKrLI4fDkJhMNyxFxO-jg-XAzxvTcTGDB6nBqmmDQ6KdRD1tVDEmPIXZyol1VbjO8_uRJWg1PyVPzX2r3J-tm1Tf1Yu7BSH47NN/s200/sie6.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was so beautiful.  There were scenes carved into the marble floor an some of Michelangelo’s original work.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYFCUnPU1Pylj43RrMqijfqV0Cf58CxqcOujevTn-FKJ-qloRzNlh8T7ecWIe4NW3uS9B0_LY5qc_xH_FxVcsx7KOHYGtCSdIcFDh0GJwh8GX0DlWW3bGYvqDXY1Gvt1-1t6_cLcjlAyI/s1600/sie65.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYFCUnPU1Pylj43RrMqijfqV0Cf58CxqcOujevTn-FKJ-qloRzNlh8T7ecWIe4NW3uS9B0_LY5qc_xH_FxVcsx7KOHYGtCSdIcFDh0GJwh8GX0DlWW3bGYvqDXY1Gvt1-1t6_cLcjlAyI/s200/sie65.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There were also ancient pieces of sheet music. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rR-iOkEH7nVFc9b6d71A8M5ZrNh-IPOf1nfHG5EyLxsJFgx-0rMfTSmVoxrz9v4OyNzqA6TH-Lsf0EelUOGp20SuvEeImS3Xnx4eN-0KhD7iu0ouDVQ0pgordGMvJinuFsokZT50r1tQ/s1600/sie5.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rR-iOkEH7nVFc9b6d71A8M5ZrNh-IPOf1nfHG5EyLxsJFgx-0rMfTSmVoxrz9v4OyNzqA6TH-Lsf0EelUOGp20SuvEeImS3Xnx4eN-0KhD7iu0ouDVQ0pgordGMvJinuFsokZT50r1tQ/s200/sie5.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We then opted to climb to the top of one of the tallest buildings to see the view of Siena.  This is one of the coolest things I have done so far.  First we had to wait in line for a while and then only 8 could go up at a time.  We had to climb a ton of tight marble staircases to get to the top.  We were getting dizzy.  Passing people who were coming down was very interesting and I got a little too comfortable with some Italians.  But once we got to the top, the view was to die for.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gX0cRhYLhyKN4MoNcIeNlLAok-5YA2gFbBAQWCrnPShAwqYombBI03OJHoOMHInzhhgaVi7MfzogF3JB5ZExrqZQFrt_grk80yv1hVHsqK1GjcoFa81ZE1KNRUkGk6CvDLZYd8V3G1m3/s1600/sie7.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gX0cRhYLhyKN4MoNcIeNlLAok-5YA2gFbBAQWCrnPShAwqYombBI03OJHoOMHInzhhgaVi7MfzogF3JB5ZExrqZQFrt_grk80yv1hVHsqK1GjcoFa81ZE1KNRUkGk6CvDLZYd8V3G1m3/s320/sie7.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You could see more miles.  There was a perfect view of the Duomo and the main square. &lt;br /&gt;
We then made our way to the main square or Piazza del Campo as it is called. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuCLSAc_u9qY1YvXRv05QxkxevDF3X-X7RJ36XLjhj7l6iBfDZ4Sil7cTM2HTcaUnqs7iG1hufqXl4tfgViJasoExplYBja4X_pW5ZwvVCxrNJtpVDZd0E9hRagFUsS114TZvBfjSvqJm/s1600/sie8.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuCLSAc_u9qY1YvXRv05QxkxevDF3X-X7RJ36XLjhj7l6iBfDZ4Sil7cTM2HTcaUnqs7iG1hufqXl4tfgViJasoExplYBja4X_pW5ZwvVCxrNJtpVDZd0E9hRagFUsS114TZvBfjSvqJm/s200/sie8.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is one of the top 10 tourist destination spots but you would never know it because it wasn’t horribly packed like Rome and Florence were.  The piazza is in the shape of a scallop with 7 sections that used to represent the 7 heads of state.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTiL6Xz9nIFShV9-X1CpyZQMTERYspdZ9CBLRPN87nb7Z_19TtEV3RckqwJv5W4iUff9SWB6dl7CBaVchCm2DvKQ9hK2PJiD6LZ06PFyxdkKYbSZueKLjUE6VarKgqdyKVkAojS8KNCEbz/s1600/sie10.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTiL6Xz9nIFShV9-X1CpyZQMTERYspdZ9CBLRPN87nb7Z_19TtEV3RckqwJv5W4iUff9SWB6dl7CBaVchCm2DvKQ9hK2PJiD6LZ06PFyxdkKYbSZueKLjUE6VarKgqdyKVkAojS8KNCEbz/s320/sie10.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  We were given free time so we went to eat.  We found a pizza place that sells pizza by the slice.  I got a piece with mushroom and sausage and Bacardi to drink.  We sat out on the scallop and ate.&lt;br /&gt;
Then we went shopping until it was time to meet up.  Our professor bought us gelato again.  I went for something completely different and I got pink grapefruit and lemon.  It was so tart and sour.  The pink grapefruit actually tasted like I was biting into the fruit.  &lt;br /&gt;
This was our last trip with the school.  As we pulled into Perugia we heard our professor say “Great trip, regazzi” for the last time.  It was so sad.  This is going by so fast.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2398057913399027127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-11-2011-much-have-i-traveld-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/2398057913399027127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/2398057913399027127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-11-2011-much-have-i-traveld-in.html' title='June 11, 2011  &quot;Much have I traveld in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen...&quot; - John Keats'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84cFMQKmmCBa7k8DfyvbvAZN8U8NnKI_Rq9nCJbuXFyLAelBu2q3CYWL_H59gj_N3QO6ZC5qcYD-icj4SndnJb2gtaWWmyn_vMW5hOCWVX8HWDt_HvW_ImARRevHimDXl8lGR-o60jCF0/s72-c/sie.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-4362391809221366038</id><published>2011-06-13T04:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:53:35.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 10, 2011 &quot;O lands! O all so dear to me- what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.&quot; - Walt Whitman</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the real La Verna (not the café on our campus) and then to Cortona.  We left a little after 9.  La Verna was so beautiful.  We drove up twisty roads in to the woods.  Everything was so green. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySXp1fF2dVINPTlAdHB5gmngCNoZaHEIKqsHtNYShQGjV6tNkPl99fvHPzl5_axl6EdxfmTINDyGHMTtJdGw-IzQ28l_Blr-DIULOMeEcyWvzx6JxPAISLMoCAYGn1Ss4aQSO0a6wW3HN/s1600/la1.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySXp1fF2dVINPTlAdHB5gmngCNoZaHEIKqsHtNYShQGjV6tNkPl99fvHPzl5_axl6EdxfmTINDyGHMTtJdGw-IzQ28l_Blr-DIULOMeEcyWvzx6JxPAISLMoCAYGn1Ss4aQSO0a6wW3HN/s200/la1.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 Rocks rose over the sides of the path and were hugged by bright moss.  It was so peaceful. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PL9kQFsXC7GxMAgC7keJoTEIs-ZY2PjsanwYOxuSkLF9KeKsxnfWBsCaXz_E760swHD6Rj2y4_vWkrCKVK8Mh4KK15Z2ev5My1Am2ss5yeS53bjS0zoinjhlivIDwT6w7cIxy3y3L0SM/s1600/la2.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PL9kQFsXC7GxMAgC7keJoTEIs-ZY2PjsanwYOxuSkLF9KeKsxnfWBsCaXz_E760swHD6Rj2y4_vWkrCKVK8Mh4KK15Z2ev5My1Am2ss5yeS53bjS0zoinjhlivIDwT6w7cIxy3y3L0SM/s200/la2.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 We then came to a stone tunnel which we had to be quiet beyond because this is a very religious place and many come here for prayer.  We came to a hallway with frescos depicting the life of Saint Francis.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFkuOE_qnGKp6TeurYlNipJwBZEM52r8MZ5rupeaXvJpRYm_P1ath_DPSpOIPS2IZz3tUTgGehkqBfSF_AorBMZHuRk74yWmSYNGkdsG63tKczQrZxC090KyITeE4Z4mmxw0e_iFF0yAt/s1600/la3.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFkuOE_qnGKp6TeurYlNipJwBZEM52r8MZ5rupeaXvJpRYm_P1ath_DPSpOIPS2IZz3tUTgGehkqBfSF_AorBMZHuRk74yWmSYNGkdsG63tKczQrZxC090KyITeE4Z4mmxw0e_iFF0yAt/s200/la3.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  There were ones of him embracing a leper, shedding his worldly possessions, his first time at La Verna, receiving the stigmata and his death.&lt;br /&gt;
We then waited in front of a door to see where Francis slept.  I don’t know what I was expecting when I opened the door but it wasn’t a beautiful forest.  We entered into a mossy crevice and could look up over the rocks and see the blue sky. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SfuVpcP-SdEjkUC4Gr14qWCvmnTTc1RfbBXLdcHSLulmRwFvSx_IXAY_yU_bynvjvku4aRtYF0EydAse08_lP9xe8NTeGbAdNYTrcr2h6Tp1ev27tyrmE48NP51wwRH2Rkw-40Ut0Zw-/s1600/la4.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SfuVpcP-SdEjkUC4Gr14qWCvmnTTc1RfbBXLdcHSLulmRwFvSx_IXAY_yU_bynvjvku4aRtYF0EydAse08_lP9xe8NTeGbAdNYTrcr2h6Tp1ev27tyrmE48NP51wwRH2Rkw-40Ut0Zw-/s200/la4.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 We then bent ourselves in half and into a cave where he slept.  It was tiny but cozy.  It had a small dirt indent where he would rest. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLETJioI-GfmSLFzuknfgnEYr9tJWAzbXmXfaETGgQmbPhUxkag9YGs2NJ7ElksWFXx46agSUXatofaQo5P4KUI4iG6zWtzLYEC13LpPtMNKI-dEOqQKN9SePN-_yTCzlhyqhukjEBrmT/s1600/la5.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLETJioI-GfmSLFzuknfgnEYr9tJWAzbXmXfaETGgQmbPhUxkag9YGs2NJ7ElksWFXx46agSUXatofaQo5P4KUI4iG6zWtzLYEC13LpPtMNKI-dEOqQKN9SePN-_yTCzlhyqhukjEBrmT/s200/la5.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We then made our way to where Saint Francis received the stigmata.  They built a chapel around where he received the stigmata and marked the actual spot with a beautiful candle arrangement. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLXh3xVZR1EBJqyqrw6JVyStNODSquBvmj0OCzc0DIKwYMt21TBeiQ5RcnLKb1A_vV5JlnRvZVLwwYGu3CXlV4117GdEF8UA7PbY4Akzx3TJ8QjYLPh6nWjjFpFKwewoX42cRADMiUgO9/s1600/la6.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLXh3xVZR1EBJqyqrw6JVyStNODSquBvmj0OCzc0DIKwYMt21TBeiQ5RcnLKb1A_vV5JlnRvZVLwwYGu3CXlV4117GdEF8UA7PbY4Akzx3TJ8QjYLPh6nWjjFpFKwewoX42cRADMiUgO9/s200/la6.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 I sat and prayed for a while and thanked God for this wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;
We then went to a tiny chapel of Saint Anthony.  After that we went out to see a beautiful view of Italy and walked up a very steep staircase.  There was also the spot where the devil dared Francis to jump from the cliff and see if God would save him.  Francis backed against the stone wall and it gave way to save him.  &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7ws4UqeVmmaYsKZSJGe9oN782dPV1VFm-66CBEwCDyPpRt8J-UZ5BuOOR2CuQeKhJT2UJHZw9ckydwPC6UnZsboPwrqwfm2I1k0PA-vUL-DmuHn5p45zSvJMNadnDJpnhSW1mVkqx0Bx/s1600/la7.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7ws4UqeVmmaYsKZSJGe9oN782dPV1VFm-66CBEwCDyPpRt8J-UZ5BuOOR2CuQeKhJT2UJHZw9ckydwPC6UnZsboPwrqwfm2I1k0PA-vUL-DmuHn5p45zSvJMNadnDJpnhSW1mVkqx0Bx/s320/la7.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We then went to see the real church of Santa Maria (there are replicas in both Assisi and Olean).  They were very small and comfortable.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsCI0n8HPhpz9HyMBkCtRWvbkmPVarJl6cB10gVMy5Qjc5_5TUGzB8TYYujVJGuCG25ngsIvO-IkMqVeRItwxgyCP4RCQIsn_UOvSHOUvZn_R161I1MniD7jqV38HjSta-zbKA4ywTXDw/s1600/la9.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsCI0n8HPhpz9HyMBkCtRWvbkmPVarJl6cB10gVMy5Qjc5_5TUGzB8TYYujVJGuCG25ngsIvO-IkMqVeRItwxgyCP4RCQIsn_UOvSHOUvZn_R161I1MniD7jqV38HjSta-zbKA4ywTXDw/s320/la9.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before leaving we stopped at the gift shop and I got myself a rosary. &lt;br /&gt;
We then took a short bus ride to where we had lunch.  Our one professor sat with us and it was a lot of fun.  For lunch we had pasta with meat for the first course.  Second course was French fries, salad and pork….strange but yummy. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nPO2j4yLUSG-Ix4xG6HX-5rmvH91_bkqkpEXisy_Oz2wwSManNm4qOdV9VOLbJso4WTtSS-AuO6CAipT-UUfIbJJcqs4IfNnejT67rsu_8p6rCjUl1TlmvK2MkrsLaCveBTcS4NKytcd/s1600/cor3.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nPO2j4yLUSG-Ix4xG6HX-5rmvH91_bkqkpEXisy_Oz2wwSManNm4qOdV9VOLbJso4WTtSS-AuO6CAipT-UUfIbJJcqs4IfNnejT67rsu_8p6rCjUl1TlmvK2MkrsLaCveBTcS4NKytcd/s200/cor3.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We then got back on the bus for an hour and a half trip to Cortona where the movie “Under the Tuscan Sun” was filmed. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3i8ydV8Fxapp0C2smLQyI5oiI3t6ckb6WwAl0GQ3bWpqTI4bSMUCj-8YtG_5obZGYd19FLkNCgUX-sh1M-eJKkd7kmX0K5L5XzSZwSvYJ0-cnv-vLKYRGPMTjFYknAGc2CxC9N2igAGBw/s1600/cor2.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3i8ydV8Fxapp0C2smLQyI5oiI3t6ckb6WwAl0GQ3bWpqTI4bSMUCj-8YtG_5obZGYd19FLkNCgUX-sh1M-eJKkd7kmX0K5L5XzSZwSvYJ0-cnv-vLKYRGPMTjFYknAGc2CxC9N2igAGBw/s200/cor2.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 There we shopped for a bit and then our professor bought us all gelato.  I got peanut butter because I have been craving it.  They don’t have peanut butter in Italy!!&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYKiG5-56709rEQb-OBv93SQcvxbFPjJb5YI2gy8GTYq5S2tXegfrjasaLfzV5L8sk_yGIKWFOuFJapBZ1ejxR3fHLCkCEkuV5wk0GwyUuOIJk6eFZ7zjPCDUHnql5ZpcJdscBByeMrZV/s1600/cor1.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYKiG5-56709rEQb-OBv93SQcvxbFPjJb5YI2gy8GTYq5S2tXegfrjasaLfzV5L8sk_yGIKWFOuFJapBZ1ejxR3fHLCkCEkuV5wk0GwyUuOIJk6eFZ7zjPCDUHnql5ZpcJdscBByeMrZV/s200/cor1.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When we got back to Perugia there was a world market going on.  Countries from all over had stand and booths selling different things.  It was so cool.  I got myself a handmade wire copper ring from the Slovakia booth.  It is my favorite thing I have gotten so far and it was only 5 euro.  Ashley got meat from Germany.  Then we headed back to the room to chill for the night.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4362391809221366038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-10-2011-o-lands-o-all-so-dear-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/4362391809221366038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/4362391809221366038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-10-2011-o-lands-o-all-so-dear-to.html' title='June 10, 2011 &quot;O lands! O all so dear to me- what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.&quot; - Walt Whitman'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySXp1fF2dVINPTlAdHB5gmngCNoZaHEIKqsHtNYShQGjV6tNkPl99fvHPzl5_axl6EdxfmTINDyGHMTtJdGw-IzQ28l_Blr-DIULOMeEcyWvzx6JxPAISLMoCAYGn1Ss4aQSO0a6wW3HN/s72-c/la1.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-4319990833927305045</id><published>2011-06-13T04:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:53:13.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June , 2011 &quot;Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey.&quot; - Babs Hoffman</title><content type='html'>Just a day of midterms.  The roommates and I went for cappuccinos again and I ordered correctly this time.  I studied for my midterm from 10-1 and then got CiaoCiao’s for lunch and brought it back to the room.  I got an apple to, in order to get a little fruit in me.  The apple was super good and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;
I met up with my Renaissance Art class at 3 and we went to the Collegio to look at frescos.  None of us could concentrate because we were all reviewing and worrying in our heads about the test. We then went back to the school to take the test.  The first part was identification of art.  She would put a piece of art on a slide and then we had to identify the name of it, who did it and when it was made.  That was the hardest part.  We then had four essays.&lt;br /&gt;
Ashley and Jill had class.  I cleaned the apartment and danced around singing to my ipod.  I also made dinner for myself (and everyone for the rest of the week).  I sautéed pancetta with garlic and olive oil and then mixed that into pasta.  It was super tasty.  &lt;br /&gt;
Ciao</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4319990833927305045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2011-stop-worrying-about-potholes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/4319990833927305045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/4319990833927305045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2011-stop-worrying-about-potholes.html' title='June , 2011 &quot;Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey.&quot; - Babs Hoffman'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-2620169923488993644</id><published>2011-06-09T03:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:26:33.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>So last night I made my way through the storm and to the apartment. When I got there I flicked the light switch.....no power.....in the entire apartment building. So I look at the instructions on the back of the door and went to the fuse box in the room.....all the switches looked in the upright position. So I went to the basement for the main power box for the building.  Everything was dark and I had my roommates tiny flashlight (they were both at class).  I got to the bottom and looked through the wire screen door down the creepiest hallway I have ever seen.  I lost my nerve and went back upstairs.  &lt;br /&gt;
After going back and forth to the school (My phone died so I had no way of contacting anyone) I was given the instructions of putting every switch in both the fuse box and the meter box in the down position.  Then I switched the meter ones up and then the fuse box one up and we had power!! &lt;br /&gt;
I felt so hard core.  The whole time I was thinking about the Jurassic Park scene where the girl is switching on the power for the fence.....and I felt very kick-butt Tomb Raider like.  &lt;br /&gt;
I know....I&#39;m weird.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJira7ntPCI_FZcSPn5lLLRDM833LwYAVLFu3whSvjo4hMX9weFWRmlmx1KgkaW3s2fxicGZa00MQIGoj-r9TUiXvFaJl7LZITbwOnCtrgDpAzPKYVN6YTUM3u2fMk-Sx_e2kzc7SwK46/s1600/profilethai_tomb_raider_2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJira7ntPCI_FZcSPn5lLLRDM833LwYAVLFu3whSvjo4hMX9weFWRmlmx1KgkaW3s2fxicGZa00MQIGoj-r9TUiXvFaJl7LZITbwOnCtrgDpAzPKYVN6YTUM3u2fMk-Sx_e2kzc7SwK46/s320/profilethai_tomb_raider_2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2620169923488993644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/2620169923488993644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/2620169923488993644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJira7ntPCI_FZcSPn5lLLRDM833LwYAVLFu3whSvjo4hMX9weFWRmlmx1KgkaW3s2fxicGZa00MQIGoj-r9TUiXvFaJl7LZITbwOnCtrgDpAzPKYVN6YTUM3u2fMk-Sx_e2kzc7SwK46/s72-c/profilethai_tomb_raider_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-6449180567716520674</id><published>2011-06-08T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:31:04.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine tasting and the sky is falling</title><content type='html'>I just took my midterm, which went well.  Afterwards we went wine tasting. We went to Cafe di Perugia.  The Italian man who worked there taught us the history of wine, where what kinds come from and how to taste them.  We tried a white, a red and a sweet &quot;frizzante&quot; wine. I will give you a little knowledge about wine tasting.&lt;br /&gt;
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First: Look at the color.  Put it against a white napkin and under a light.  The color will help you determine the age. &lt;br /&gt;
Second: Swirl to the left and then to the right. This releases the scent.&lt;br /&gt;
Third: Smell the wine.  Close your eyes and see how long the scent stays with you and what different scents there are.&lt;br /&gt;
Fourth: Take a small sip and swish it around in your mouth.  This gets any other taste out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
Finally: Drink and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is currently pouring outside.  I have never seen it like this before.  The thunder struck so hard it made a car alarm go off outside the window.  I plan on making my way back to the apartment soon and staying and studying for the night. I have my Renaissance Art midterm tomorrow and there is a lot of stuff to know.  I have to be able to identify a work of art by name, when it was made, where it is, and who made it and then be able to analyze and compare with other works of art. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6449180567716520674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/wine-tasting-and-sky-is-falling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6449180567716520674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6449180567716520674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/wine-tasting-and-sky-is-falling.html' title='Wine tasting and the sky is falling'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-3308150288992029018</id><published>2011-06-08T03:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T03:52:08.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 8, 2011  Look everyone!  I am all caught up!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  I am actually posting on the current day.  It is almost 10 am here and almost 4 am back at home.  I got a rough nights sleep last night but am having a good day anyway.  The girls and I went to the bar next to our apartment and had cappuccinos this morning.  I orderd for all of us and thought I knew what I was saying when I said &quot;Tre cappuccino&quot;  and the cute old man behind the counter said &quot;Cappuccini!  Tre cappuccini, un cappuccino.&quot;  hahaha my first Italian lesson.  In Italy, you stand at the bar to drink your cappuccino, you rarely sit.  So we stood and drank and then headed to school.&lt;br /&gt;
Right now I am in the library and about to study for my midterm.  The first half of class is my midterm and the second half is wine tasting....only in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;
I will update you later!&lt;br /&gt;
Ciao ciao!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3308150288992029018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-8-2011-look-everyone-i-am-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/3308150288992029018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/3308150288992029018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-8-2011-look-everyone-i-am-all.html' title='June 8, 2011  Look everyone!  I am all caught up!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-7669958781896446310</id><published>2011-06-08T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T03:47:35.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 7, 2011 Living for the moment</title><content type='html'>I loved my breakfast this morning.  I made eggs with spinach and put it over bread with fresh parasian on top.  Today I went out early to get groceries while the girls were still getting ready.  We were out of a few neccesities.  I mostly wanted milk…I grew up a farm girl and need my milk in the morning.  So I arrived to fight off the old Italian ladies at 9 am when it opened.  On my way back to the apartment it started pouring.  We stayed in until it calmed down outside and then headed to the school.  I worked on my blog the headed back to the apartment for lunch around 12. While I made my leftover spaghetti for lunch I made up my study guides for my midterms.  &lt;br /&gt;
 Class was from 3-6:45.  We talked about Raffaelo and then went to museum to look at some of the work.  I really enjoy discussing and comparing works of art.  &lt;br /&gt;
 We went out for cappuccinos when I got back to the apartment and then hung out and had salad for dinner.  I worked on writing things up for my blog until bed.  It takes a long time to rewrite everything from my journal.&lt;br /&gt;
 Italy is going by so fast and I am very torn about how I feel about this.  Part of me misses home and cant wait to run off the plane to see my parents.  But the other half of me is seizing this once in a lifetime opportunity and doesnt want it to ever end. I am trying not to let it slip away too fast.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7669958781896446310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-7-2011-living-for-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7669958781896446310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7669958781896446310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-7-2011-living-for-moment.html' title='June 7, 2011 Living for the moment'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-6569287762824801607</id><published>2011-06-08T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T03:44:47.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 5, 6 2011  Book worm days</title><content type='html'>These days were filled with sitting at the school and studying for midterms.  Midterms are on Wednesday and Thursday and I have a lot to study for.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6569287762824801607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-5-6-2011-book-worm-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6569287762824801607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6569287762824801607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-5-6-2011-book-worm-days.html' title='June 5, 6 2011  Book worm days'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-6026852824120534242</id><published>2011-06-08T03:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:23:17.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 4, 2011 &quot;One&#39;s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things.&quot; - Henry Miller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cM_V4vqXSjrlb1zFmhD3lnPJMH19mSl0UxVdfABKxIrr64hJttK0QUK-QnjhBCt0oiXN_OopGJQ8VyPNpQSvklvSu0WsjcL5Rok5J9fK5qUVOgmiBqAgXr8eaj1xD40LW_YveEtUAIwN/s1600/Florence%252C+Bagnoreggio%252C+Orvieto+June+3rd+and+4th%252C+2011+Close+up+Orvieto.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;163&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cM_V4vqXSjrlb1zFmhD3lnPJMH19mSl0UxVdfABKxIrr64hJttK0QUK-QnjhBCt0oiXN_OopGJQ8VyPNpQSvklvSu0WsjcL5Rok5J9fK5qUVOgmiBqAgXr8eaj1xD40LW_YveEtUAIwN/s320/Florence%252C+Bagnoreggio%252C+Orvieto+June+3rd+and+4th%252C+2011+Close+up+Orvieto.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was probably my favorite day so far.  We went to Bognoregio and Orvieto.  The drive was our most beautiful yet.  We drove through country sides and made our way to a river, which we drove along for a while.  The water was bright blue and glittered in the morning sun and the tall green hills speckled with bright orange and green poppies jumped from the shores. &lt;br /&gt;
We arrived at Bagnoregio, the birthplace of Saint Bonaventure.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3U5CG5I862WPURGoe5n5_EXaarfgoNZuK6Hez8SAOzdTNCWrCFXbJkJ0wwnV111IfPb3Jbyl0z92Elc6BpM9yaisPofPh4DY6m6BUZHvNwgDZCjbya01swih0WKqSj4vXDsxC5A3JRRrA/s1600/bag2.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3U5CG5I862WPURGoe5n5_EXaarfgoNZuK6Hez8SAOzdTNCWrCFXbJkJ0wwnV111IfPb3Jbyl0z92Elc6BpM9yaisPofPh4DY6m6BUZHvNwgDZCjbya01swih0WKqSj4vXDsxC5A3JRRrA/s320/bag2.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  We walked to the edge of the hill to my favorite part of the day.  Across a long valley stood the other half of the town, latterly on top of a plateau.  We had to walk across the valley on a bridge to get there. Apparently right people use this as a summer home and only about 14 people live there during the winter.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0n8LQ8cOWo-dqqTXT3gB2DoSaXsJVAF_Uv7kOhWt6hY80Bml-Cx3-4yEQQ4G8LGlkZA4CNaelqswIeNrngalx4eIq5bErlmoDg17FsUJA6uSbn3FP1KWNY6to5vXYFZY02hbHK_xWrls/s1600/bagnoregio.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0n8LQ8cOWo-dqqTXT3gB2DoSaXsJVAF_Uv7kOhWt6hY80Bml-Cx3-4yEQQ4G8LGlkZA4CNaelqswIeNrngalx4eIq5bErlmoDg17FsUJA6uSbn3FP1KWNY6to5vXYFZY02hbHK_xWrls/s320/bagnoregio.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  We began our journey down the valley.  The hill was very very steep and we knew we would have to climb this later in the day when coming back. We got to the foot of the bridge and looked up at the very long and steep way we had to take.  But it was so beautiful.  A town placed on the very top of a cliff surrounded by valleys.  Rumor had it that an earthquake occurred and split that part of the town away from everything else.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY7O-V5Xf_ZQL_mARh_ZobWyzAHkXFgCbovXuKejxhhYr6HQqcCG0MVvW77-Fo9cugi4CxwHtHiR3GT9Vgd7P0Jd0fn8u4VehMJc0F5hulUpEcfk6_DvilEzoqKBfL5bJw5Sc8EOsygxq6/s1600/bag3.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY7O-V5Xf_ZQL_mARh_ZobWyzAHkXFgCbovXuKejxhhYr6HQqcCG0MVvW77-Fo9cugi4CxwHtHiR3GT9Vgd7P0Jd0fn8u4VehMJc0F5hulUpEcfk6_DvilEzoqKBfL5bJw5Sc8EOsygxq6/s320/bag3.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  The only way to get to it is by foot (or small moped) across the bridge.  Once we got to the other side of the bridge, everyone was breathing heavy.  The end was the steepest hill I had ever seen in my life.  Even the buff guys in the group were panting by the time we got to the top.&lt;br /&gt;
The town was so beautiful and cute.  There were probably 3 or 4 stores, a town square (which is literally a square with nothing in it) and Italian style houses with flowers everywhere.  We walked around, which doesn’t take that long.  We saw where Bonaventure’s house was until the earthquake dropped it off the cliff.  I bought a nice poster from there.  We then made our way down the steep bridge to the other side.  Once on the other side some people decided to wait for a shuttle to take them up the mountain, Jill and I chose to walk it with the guys and a few girls.  It was brutally steep and hot (come to find it was about 100 degrees out) and I was very thirsty.  But I made it to the top and was proud of myself for doing it. &lt;br /&gt;
We then took the bus to Orvieto (which is about 30 minutes by bus.  Orvieto is also on a large hill and our professors told us we were going to climb it.  Everyone cried on the inside.  However, they were just kidding.  We took a cable car/rollercoaster box thing to the top and then a bus the rest of the way. &lt;br /&gt;
We got off the bus and saw the main attraction of Orvieto, the Duomo/church. This is probably the most amazing church I have seen so far. The front stood taller than I thought possible.  It is horizontally stripped cream and grayish green.  Frescos cover the towers on the front and upon closer inspection, the front walls have hundreds of tiny scenes carves into them. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiriUaCTHi_FKrP-WbM2l_dN9GmVWLTqOlg8qBPNCujxMUreK0GLI-IfBbRy5HIx25g3I1kobcFNP6h_TQ-ahhgoDbwrLNd2nVRjc5SaZ7NQjVSaTabcgIFRtL4vKVqpj2j1-f7NVOnOY33/s1600/orvieto+duomo.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiriUaCTHi_FKrP-WbM2l_dN9GmVWLTqOlg8qBPNCujxMUreK0GLI-IfBbRy5HIx25g3I1kobcFNP6h_TQ-ahhgoDbwrLNd2nVRjc5SaZ7NQjVSaTabcgIFRtL4vKVqpj2j1-f7NVOnOY33/s320/orvieto+duomo.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The inside is just as spectacular.  Your head has to contort all the way back just to see the ceiling.  The inside is also stripped and had columns that reach like fingers to the top.  Around the front alter are dozens of frescos and tall stained glass windows that reach nearly to the ceiling. On either side of the church are little chapels.  On the right side is a chapel with tons of frescos.  On the left side is the chapel that has the story of why the church was built.  Legend has it that a priest was doubting that the host was the body of Christ.  One day while he was saying mass, he half-heartedly held up the host and it started to bleed onto the alter cloth. The priest took the alter cloth to the Pope who had a church built for the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;
After the church we lunch, on our professors.  Lunch was incredible and so were the waiters.  Our little Italian man waiter was hilarious.  He was dancing around and running around getting orders like a crazy man.  When he came to get our drink order, Jill ordered a water and he pulled it out of his pocket and started laughing hysterically.   Our first course was a giant piece of lasagna with bread.  Second was 3 meats and potatoes.  They placed a piece of chicken, sausage and beef on your plate and then piled up potatoes next to it.  Then the final course was a bowl of fresh fruit.  As usual in Italy, it was delicious and filled us up. &lt;br /&gt;
After a bit of free time we met up and made our way to the bus.  When we got back, Jill, Ashley and I went grocery shopping.  We then unpacked the groceries, got a cappuccino and gelato and went back to the apartment.  We sat in the kitchen for hours chatting until it was time for bed.  We plan on sleeping in tomorrow, it our first day off in 2 weeks.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidD4uDMfuPYIQCp_aMYV80aYhTJ3LgMBdQtqBejwP3wtwAA6orY5b36quDZgJYR2Vsm4VZuG_BQQskEX5SNvW0sRvQJ4eiHtrAR2R18iH5UqQ9ZAxkWcgiVC7UoHqs9ribzlcoE5rsdy1/s1600/bag1.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidD4uDMfuPYIQCp_aMYV80aYhTJ3LgMBdQtqBejwP3wtwAA6orY5b36quDZgJYR2Vsm4VZuG_BQQskEX5SNvW0sRvQJ4eiHtrAR2R18iH5UqQ9ZAxkWcgiVC7UoHqs9ribzlcoE5rsdy1/s320/bag1.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6026852824120534242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-4-2011-ones-destination-is-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6026852824120534242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6026852824120534242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-4-2011-ones-destination-is-never.html' title='June 4, 2011 &quot;One&#39;s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things.&quot; - Henry Miller'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cM_V4vqXSjrlb1zFmhD3lnPJMH19mSl0UxVdfABKxIrr64hJttK0QUK-QnjhBCt0oiXN_OopGJQ8VyPNpQSvklvSu0WsjcL5Rok5J9fK5qUVOgmiBqAgXr8eaj1xD40LW_YveEtUAIwN/s72-c/Florence%252C+Bagnoreggio%252C+Orvieto+June+3rd+and+4th%252C+2011+Close+up+Orvieto.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-6828260852734925140</id><published>2011-06-07T04:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:25:43.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 3, 2011 &quot;It is not down on any map; true places never are.&quot; - Herman Melville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGeiOTTgOyIi4CiQG-F2A9mVIEtzt7oPKZu_q6pVse7PMu5O81xmmPgs5JCVvrlJizN1RLDNpOxO97-D1mOBGr18zbhVY227m4E9hkb4amFUoVxOevxG7exC59NbINmfPVdKye2h8lAKb/s1600/Florence%252C+Bagnoreggio%252C+Orvieto+June+3rd+and+4th%252C+2011+001.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;219&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGeiOTTgOyIi4CiQG-F2A9mVIEtzt7oPKZu_q6pVse7PMu5O81xmmPgs5JCVvrlJizN1RLDNpOxO97-D1mOBGr18zbhVY227m4E9hkb4amFUoVxOevxG7exC59NbINmfPVdKye2h8lAKb/s320/Florence%252C+Bagnoreggio%252C+Orvieto+June+3rd+and+4th%252C+2011+001.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we got up at 5 am to head to Florence.  We made eggs in the morning and met the group at 5:45 and got on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our first stop was the science museum that has many of Galileos original artifacts. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj495qEC1IuYZopr0CsPfWwTXuemGoY6e5ZGiQCqopZ530iy-7PB-XsZqXQ3cmKwNBeqeWlEz4go7i7YjwiF2p-dJuXxmHaEQeR0HSc1x1-FU33lIsLBlert0p-59bS0A5p2UYsGkJyHAWN/s1600/flo8.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj495qEC1IuYZopr0CsPfWwTXuemGoY6e5ZGiQCqopZ530iy-7PB-XsZqXQ3cmKwNBeqeWlEz4go7i7YjwiF2p-dJuXxmHaEQeR0HSc1x1-FU33lIsLBlert0p-59bS0A5p2UYsGkJyHAWN/s200/flo8.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However, we had to walk across Florence to get there.  We walked down one of the streets and I could see a church at the end of it.  I love churches but there are only so many you can take before they become repetitive.  We got all the way to the end of the street and I saw just how big it was.  I didn’t think churches could be so big.  This is the Duomo which Italians take as “church” but Americans take as “dome” due to the large Dome on top. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYPSDTjUABRxnqiiUOKoZ8WGyXVIuVeNbS97Buvr3WceDawaOJS7p5zE0_ohG0dyA8gpJ3qKW4VOp-ZZXfmwUbbYmDP_EzXhbT3XjMbRJjBlI9ZGa87_M8OYykZ57F_XsYmNMc2BmUc5T/s1600/flo7.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYPSDTjUABRxnqiiUOKoZ8WGyXVIuVeNbS97Buvr3WceDawaOJS7p5zE0_ohG0dyA8gpJ3qKW4VOp-ZZXfmwUbbYmDP_EzXhbT3XjMbRJjBlI9ZGa87_M8OYykZ57F_XsYmNMc2BmUc5T/s200/flo7.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This church took 200 years to build and then another 100 years for them to figure out how to get the dome on top. &lt;br /&gt;
I also saw the brass doors by Brunecceli that my Renaissance art class was just talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
We turned the corner on the main piazza.  In the middle is a replica of the famous David.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDn_ojkFnH3Wh5Mte6xJj6koTfjLnRFTOfJW7Obx3PZqQ3E9a2KicTWBTry6yunoWa08B1Y6ULWAiqp_LkOFyy7SSkeD_eSXKKuc4wgTQiu7k2_oE32G7r1jM1qSIA40teOgKMH4ZYvnH/s1600/flo6.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDn_ojkFnH3Wh5Mte6xJj6koTfjLnRFTOfJW7Obx3PZqQ3E9a2KicTWBTry6yunoWa08B1Y6ULWAiqp_LkOFyy7SSkeD_eSXKKuc4wgTQiu7k2_oE32G7r1jM1qSIA40teOgKMH4ZYvnH/s200/flo6.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We passed the Ufiziz museum which is the most famous museum in the western world.&lt;br /&gt;
We entered the science museum and explored.  The first floor was all about Galelio.  They had his old instrument, globes and telescopes.  Then upstairs was all about the evolution of science.  They had models of child birth and complications….everyone was grossed out by this….I don’t see why.  Then they had the evolution of clocks, baramters and amps.&lt;br /&gt;
We were given free time so Ashley, Jill and I went to a statue filled area and hung out in the shade and looked at statues.  Most of the statues in Florence are violent to show others not to mess with them.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-f9EM6vsyiOdaBrJcZFCWyOxkN9j_rQ2pBsxdEvTWAhQFmtyZI1npegfjCdVQALKLpjlXn9LqHg04lD0-4AOKgC29oHMg691XUl4X09T8PRpJ0wdSGnKEb8RqET1ccpB7bYhSmtE7Ylt/s1600/flo5.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-f9EM6vsyiOdaBrJcZFCWyOxkN9j_rQ2pBsxdEvTWAhQFmtyZI1npegfjCdVQALKLpjlXn9LqHg04lD0-4AOKgC29oHMg691XUl4X09T8PRpJ0wdSGnKEb8RqET1ccpB7bYhSmtE7Ylt/s200/flo5.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After everyone met up, we went to the Ufiziz.  It was incredible.  The original work from artists like Giotto stood in front of me.  These are the works I have been studying from a slide for the past two weeks.  The Madonna and Child by Giotto was stunning in person.  The gold leaf in the painting almost sparkled. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFne_gGvGawa4C_DQFZcJZ-byyg2m6mXdZJa_Jv4OmAn1gqgYbx_efdYv3Gd58GSQjW5cF4jk_S4r13BzN9Xm-_pjPip5-p3NoRvsZsSec3q_G-gapaeuY8JJ0UQeveKb2lZnfYy0OWwZV/s1600/florence2.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFne_gGvGawa4C_DQFZcJZ-byyg2m6mXdZJa_Jv4OmAn1gqgYbx_efdYv3Gd58GSQjW5cF4jk_S4r13BzN9Xm-_pjPip5-p3NoRvsZsSec3q_G-gapaeuY8JJ0UQeveKb2lZnfYy0OWwZV/s200/florence2.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We were given the afternoon to explore, eat and shop.  Ashley, Jill and I had been craving pizza all day so we went on a hunt for it.  While there are almost 3 pizzeria per street, many are expensive.  So we wandered around and by this time we were starving.  We walked down this very crowded street and saw cameras ahead.  As we got closer I saw 2 faces that I recognized but I wasn’t sure from where.  Then it hit me.  We had somehow run into the pizza shop where the cast from the reality show, Jersey Shore was working.  This was ridiculous.  We stood there confused and a TV guy came over and said that if we wanted to go inside we had to sign a release form and stand in line.  So crazy.  We found the idea of standing in line, singing a form and waiting for pizza that would probably be done wrong, absurd.  So we continue searching.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIS1E7yNtQUU2hD2n0JICeyHodRpZQMqD27uZUQxC36w-kRg0d_Z_9L3gZflckVBgDKGNFpCV2bZKCiIF3TNNuynZkUc-C6N2b2xXhLdRCK054L8Nq5WRKlioWVhzqbzLrWgWjhD1ZrrD/s1600/flo9.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIS1E7yNtQUU2hD2n0JICeyHodRpZQMqD27uZUQxC36w-kRg0d_Z_9L3gZflckVBgDKGNFpCV2bZKCiIF3TNNuynZkUc-C6N2b2xXhLdRCK054L8Nq5WRKlioWVhzqbzLrWgWjhD1ZrrD/s200/flo9.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In a back ally we found an adorable little pizza place.  The atmosphere was comfortably fancy and very Italian, plus the prices were reasonable. &lt;br /&gt;
I ordered a pizza with olives, ham, artichokes and mushrooms on it.  As usual, they serve you an entire pizza and every bite was delicious.  We sat in this quite atmosphere full and tired for a while before venturing back out.&lt;br /&gt;
Florence is famous for its gold, silver and leather.  Everywhere you turned you could find a store selling an abundance of one or another of these products.  We went to an outdoor market and looked around.  I wanted to but a leather purse but they were very expensive. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5f_Mo46MMr4A0spSJVq5kvsloPIHps59aLqZXHeNaMMoOjBV5lAHjseRO-i2SQZSQL7IFQHHIrnUnCFna-NKFlA3y22WkVayhSvcBCADxib1TEathCnSPSRK0-zQ29UmvjBYPvHErvR2/s1600/flo10.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5f_Mo46MMr4A0spSJVq5kvsloPIHps59aLqZXHeNaMMoOjBV5lAHjseRO-i2SQZSQL7IFQHHIrnUnCFna-NKFlA3y22WkVayhSvcBCADxib1TEathCnSPSRK0-zQ29UmvjBYPvHErvR2/s200/flo10.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Jill got a hat and Ashley got a scarf.  We then made our way to the covered bridge to look around.  This is where all the very high priced gold and silver is sold.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03BLMr9g5hm-n5h4E1QFnc_dD6hR44hu169zzurRANDDKcHJb6NXm8yHgXOHM-lra7hizR1JVbKSlQHrnYd4RlOfv_pdGCJnLF3Kqw9n0UuAdfoliI8vvhBTVyUawcnAqOetoddd1Ff5y/s1600/florence4.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03BLMr9g5hm-n5h4E1QFnc_dD6hR44hu169zzurRANDDKcHJb6NXm8yHgXOHM-lra7hizR1JVbKSlQHrnYd4RlOfv_pdGCJnLF3Kqw9n0UuAdfoliI8vvhBTVyUawcnAqOetoddd1Ff5y/s320/florence4.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We headed back to the bus and when we got back to the apartment we had leftovers for dinner.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6828260852734925140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-3-2011-it-is-not-down-on-any-map.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6828260852734925140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/6828260852734925140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-3-2011-it-is-not-down-on-any-map.html' title='June 3, 2011 &quot;It is not down on any map; true places never are.&quot; - Herman Melville'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGeiOTTgOyIi4CiQG-F2A9mVIEtzt7oPKZu_q6pVse7PMu5O81xmmPgs5JCVvrlJizN1RLDNpOxO97-D1mOBGr18zbhVY227m4E9hkb4amFUoVxOevxG7exC59NbINmfPVdKye2h8lAKb/s72-c/Florence%252C+Bagnoreggio%252C+Orvieto+June+3rd+and+4th%252C+2011+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-7929937087054446840</id><published>2011-06-07T04:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T04:07:21.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2, 2011 Relaxing</title><content type='html'>Today was a slow day of sketching, homework and class.  But today was the 150 anniversary of Italy so I got to see a band.&lt;br /&gt;
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3 more weeks in Italy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7929937087054446840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2-2011-relaxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7929937087054446840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7929937087054446840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2-2011-relaxing.html' title='June 2, 2011 Relaxing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-7778934247013601453</id><published>2011-06-07T04:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T04:06:01.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1, 2011 &quot;I&#39;m more interested in what I discover than what I invent.&quot; - Paul Simon</title><content type='html'>So last night I finished my journal as the night was winding down.  I went to get my clothes off the line in the bathroom.  I am in there for a good 10 minutes and then something catches my eye under the sink.  I couldn’t tell what it was until I moved a step closer to see that it was a pigeon….in our apartment. Confused, I stood there for a second then walked up into the bedroom and said to Jill and Ashley, “Ummm guys….there’s a pigeon in our bathroom.”  We all walked down to the bathroom and just stared at it wondering how it had gotten through the bars of the window.  The poor thing was terrified, not moving and pressed against the wall.  We knew it wasn’t getting out on its own so we decided that we would herd it to the window and hope it would fly out.  Jill closed the door and stood in the hall while Ashley and I tried to move it with towel.  It flew right at us and we both screamed….and then started laughing hysterically because we felt silly for getting scared of a bird.  After about 15 minutes of chasing the bird around and feeling bad about its sad bird sounds I was able to smooth down its feathers and pick it up.  I placed it on the bars of the window and closed the window behind it.  What a turn of events for the night.&lt;br /&gt;
Now for my day.&lt;br /&gt;
I got to the school around 9.  I watched the movie for my presentation, wrote up my paper and hung out until class at 11:15.  My partner was there so we were able to do our presentation for the movie “Two Women” and it went well.  Our class then walked to the Etruscin (Sp?) Well nearby that is more then 3,00 years old.  It was so cool.  Only 7 of us could go at a time. I was in the first group.  We walked down the damp, dark, small stone staircase and took a right into the well.  A bridge is suspended through the well high above the water.  I have a slight fear of heights so my body tensed and shook at  the same time but I walked out to the middle so everyone could get on the bridge.  Of course I through a coin in and made a wish.  2 wished in 2 fountains…..let’s see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
 We then went to see one of Raffales frescos that he did in Perugia.  He was working on this one wen he was called to the Vatican.  It was a fresco around the statue of the Madonna and Child which is an interesting combination of styles.  After the rest of class finished their presentations I headed back to the room to work.  Ashley was napping so I decided to nap too.&lt;br /&gt;
 We woke up around 5 and I headed to the school to check the internet.  My roommates had class so I did homework, made dinner, did the dishes and took a shower.  They brought cheese back from their class (they are taking a food class) so I had wine and cheese before bed.  &lt;br /&gt;
 Tomorrow I plan on going to Piazza Italia to sketch.  Someone complimented my fountain sketch today :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7778934247013601453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-1-2011-im-more-interested-in-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7778934247013601453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7778934247013601453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-1-2011-im-more-interested-in-what.html' title='June 1, 2011 &quot;I&#39;m more interested in what I discover than what I invent.&quot; - Paul Simon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-4356670020457940882</id><published>2011-06-06T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:09:00.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Sarah&#39;s MOM!</title><content type='html'>Sarah sent a message and asked if I could let you all know that she is having internet problems and as soon as they are fixed she will upload her journal entries. She has them all written in her journal and transcribed to her computer she just can;t get them uploaded. It is also midterm testing already so she will have less &#39;free&#39; computer time. She will post as soon as possible. Keep an eye out for photos soon to come as well!&lt;br /&gt;
thank you all for following Sarah&#39;s journey!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4356670020457940882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-from-sarahs-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/4356670020457940882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/4356670020457940882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-from-sarahs-mom.html' title='Hello from Sarah&#39;s MOM!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-7713839228167724467</id><published>2011-06-02T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:51:41.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 31, 2011 lalalalala Homework</title><content type='html'>We got up at 7:30 today and I had a yogurt for breakfast before heading to the library.  On the way in CiaoCiao, very excitedly, greeted me with, “Bongerno, Ciao Ciao!”  Haha he makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;
 It takes a long time to type up blogs.  While I was working I got a cappuccino….I have lost track of how many I get in one day. I worked until I met with my partner at 11:30.  We worked on our presentation for a while.  She didn’t feel well so I hope she will be in class tomorrow so I don’t present alone. &lt;br /&gt;
 When Jill and Ashley went on lunch break from their class, I went with them.  They got CiaoCiao’s and I got a kebob from across the street.  I then tried calling my mom.  She has surgery today and I wanted to talk to her.  Unfortunately, we were disconnected after only a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
 Since I had an hour to kill before class, I decided to sketch.  I chose to sketch the main fountain in town.  By the end it looked pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;
 Class was from 3:00-6:45 and it was rough.  The material is interesting but we had the lights off and the windows shut.  My professor also has a relaxing voice which, today, made me sleepy.  Halfway though we opened the windows and walked around a bit.  After class, the girls and I went shopping and stocked up on food.  No cute guys or old ladies though.&lt;br /&gt;
 The plan for tonight is dinner and homework.  I am very tired and will probably crash early.  The Italian way of life is exhausting.  Ciao.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7713839228167724467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-31-2011-lalalalala-homework.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7713839228167724467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7713839228167724467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-31-2011-lalalalala-homework.html' title='May 31, 2011 lalalalala Homework'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-5970304504430208901</id><published>2011-06-02T07:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:06:55.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 30, 2011- &quot;I may not be there yet, but I&#39;m closer than I was yesterday.&quot;  ~Author Unknown</title><content type='html'>Today was about as plain as you can get in Italy.  I had a lot of homework so I got up at 7:30, long before my roommates.  I crept around and got ready.  I arrived at the school at 8 but didn’t realize that they dont open until 9.  So I sat outside the door working until they opened.&lt;br /&gt;
 From 9-11:15 I did research on Marinetti, futurism and fascism in the library.  Class went from 11:15 to 2:45 with a half hour break.  It was fun.  I am really enjoying this class and am learning a lot about the things that we glossed over in previous classes.  We watched the end of the Mussolini movie and moved into Neo-realism.  This is the type of movie , literature and art that occurred after WWII.  Instead of having big stars playing well-off middle class people, normal people played in movies that portrayed the reality of poverty and hardship.  For Wednesday, I have to get in a group and make up a presentation.&lt;br /&gt;
 After class I came back to the room to do laundry and homework.  Ashley’s allergies are bothering her so she was sleeping.  I had leftover salad while writing my Renaissance Art paper.&lt;br /&gt;
 Later when Jill got home, the three of us made pasta with tomato sauce and ricotta for dinner. This will be our meals for the next week.  The two of them went to class. I was restless so I cleaned the apartment, did another load of laundry, made my bed and did some homework.&lt;br /&gt;
 I also did some sketching which I have gotten into again after years of leaving it behind.  In Rome I sketched 2 windows that I thought looked interesting and today I sketched 2 mugs and a tea pot.  When I have time, I hope to sit outside and do some fountains and buildings.&lt;br /&gt;
 I just showered and plan on typing up my journals for my blog and heading to bed.  Long day of presentation planning and class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
 Loving life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5970304504430208901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-30-2011-i-may-not-be-there-yet-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/5970304504430208901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/5970304504430208901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-30-2011-i-may-not-be-there-yet-but.html' title='May 30, 2011- &quot;I may not be there yet, but I&#39;m closer than I was yesterday.&quot;  ~Author Unknown'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-5137630423178331661</id><published>2011-06-02T07:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:51:31.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 29, 2011- Rome- &quot;I would never want to miss this, cause in my heart I know what this is....this is what dreams are made of.&quot; - Hilary Duff - Lizzie McGuire Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0lPPKeomrhmNwzj2uQgNQaRPKFxAhxKhMGZhr2W-3mpo6xp5D7ZoOrj5aBTitUOipJ4Tr9xFfhc8enZPuKnyrUPtsBFPrqBpyroGXmGkTsfQrD_EXr5i7i1rF8N0wul96dt0UO6ncxB6/s1600/rome6.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0lPPKeomrhmNwzj2uQgNQaRPKFxAhxKhMGZhr2W-3mpo6xp5D7ZoOrj5aBTitUOipJ4Tr9xFfhc8enZPuKnyrUPtsBFPrqBpyroGXmGkTsfQrD_EXr5i7i1rF8N0wul96dt0UO6ncxB6/s320/rome6.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh you know, I only went to Rome today.  No big deal. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was SO AMAZING.  It was a whole day of “pinch-me-I’m-dreaming” moments.  After getting up at 4:45 am and arriving in Rome at 9 we went to the coliseum first.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyRSb_BlPK3ku652P3sPj4ohgYfxIdZR44iAPnav_c0aeGeXFtmtQrKncjjOi912gnjX40BTot8PzFwSNCQI9XK9YPX_LW5nOMyHSSkv82KFtSo3jbeMhvMumouZXh7duMC1RGK3HbuB-/s1600/rome3.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyRSb_BlPK3ku652P3sPj4ohgYfxIdZR44iAPnav_c0aeGeXFtmtQrKncjjOi912gnjX40BTot8PzFwSNCQI9XK9YPX_LW5nOMyHSSkv82KFtSo3jbeMhvMumouZXh7duMC1RGK3HbuB-/s320/rome3.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yup, it didn’t feel like real life. I never thought I would actually see it in person….I still don’t think it has sunk in.  It was so beautiful and even more impressive in person.  The time and effort it took to create something so large without machines or electricity is inconceivable.  The Romans did everything there from gladiators to filling it with water and staging navel battles.  We wanted to get out picture taken with one of the many gladiators walking around but they are known to scam you for money.&lt;br /&gt;
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Arches were made for important people in Rome.  Later we saw the arch of Titus.  After meeting up we walked the path the soldiers took when coming back from war making our way into the Palentine.   &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsmgpbepEBeXGADo4qefk4NtDvi2MODrFvNAVjgdQbsJOYAzB16q7ylnLcIaC_hmEmp3tkyYCntIwzfotqC9BFMXXXyjZlIsaRw4a1qIcxA9xhdpDQaSAlB0YqN-UzNrMGEhk3kyWBssR/s1600/rome4.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsmgpbepEBeXGADo4qefk4NtDvi2MODrFvNAVjgdQbsJOYAzB16q7ylnLcIaC_hmEmp3tkyYCntIwzfotqC9BFMXXXyjZlIsaRw4a1qIcxA9xhdpDQaSAlB0YqN-UzNrMGEhk3kyWBssR/s200/rome4.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We saw the area that had the statues of the 7 virgins of Rome.  The women were in charge of keeping the fire of Rome lit.  They had to vow to remain virgins and in return they were treated like royalty.  However, if they broke their vow, they were chained up for life and given only bread and water.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVMqAaGI8HzYwVPIoiT7GCPO8pBesFuYA3qEKn1i6yomddUUJ3MtE6_TWVkwPO1igm6D0tNWAaDoy2wqx7VaaRTlffPLvMqusSemI0ge0ls7PKnuqfta_C9R0aOng2c6RuWwU0slZmmat/s1600/virgins.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVMqAaGI8HzYwVPIoiT7GCPO8pBesFuYA3qEKn1i6yomddUUJ3MtE6_TWVkwPO1igm6D0tNWAaDoy2wqx7VaaRTlffPLvMqusSemI0ge0ls7PKnuqfta_C9R0aOng2c6RuWwU0slZmmat/s200/virgins.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We then went to see the staircase Michelangelo built, along with the beautiful buildings around it.  Two giant figures stood on with side of the fountain in the center of the building.  Statues lined the roofs of the surrounding buildings.  One of the girls in our group tried to climb onto the statue to get a picture.  The second she attempted it, a whistle blew from a police officer nearby.  They see everything. &lt;br /&gt;
Walking down the staircase was a disaster waiting to happen.  It wasn’t really a stair case but it wasn’t really a ramp either.  They were like slanted steps.  We crossed a lot of crazy Italian traffic.  Drivers here are much crazier then back home but they are also more patient.  There is rarely a honking of a horn or shouting from the window.  They just patiently wait for things to clear or move.  After getting across all the traffic I turned around.&lt;br /&gt;
There stood the largest and most beautiful building I have ever seen.  Up on a small grassy incline stood the capital building, practically glowing white in the hot Italian sun.  Long and tall with pillars and statues surrounding it, my jaw literally dropped and a hushed “oh wow,” escaped my lips.  I can’t even describe how awe struck I was. &lt;br /&gt;
From there we continued down the hectic and confusing streets making our way to the Trevi Fountain. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkY-OguH-n9I-VFdr_7-AzKn5nkeBnj0kv7po8TlQx8kBlrJCoY_Mgt3qKmY-QPyqwu6OCzlU0ApPDYUcdJ6XgrK6FyIgKXklBgkS0pJvADjH26b2_WVum6o10wE9k8j8dqscJJGFp7_um/s1600/rome7.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkY-OguH-n9I-VFdr_7-AzKn5nkeBnj0kv7po8TlQx8kBlrJCoY_Mgt3qKmY-QPyqwu6OCzlU0ApPDYUcdJ6XgrK6FyIgKXklBgkS0pJvADjH26b2_WVum6o10wE9k8j8dqscJJGFp7_um/s320/rome7.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is what I have been waiting for.  The figures in the fountain stood tall and strong; men built for battle and horses burst from the base of the fountain while lady figures stood up the sides watching.  I am very into wishing and this is the place to so it.  If you have ever seen The Lizzie McGuire Movie (I grew up with this show and Hilary Duff) she goes to Rome and makes a wish in the Trevi Fountain.  From there she meets a pop icon and becomes famous. So all day I was singing “What dreams are made of” from that movie and saying I would meet a pop star and live happily ever after.  Jill and Ashley rolled their eyes every time.  Ashley and Jill wished first then it was my turn. Just as I was thinking about my wish (I take wishes very seriously), Ashley yells, “It’s 11:11!!!”  That’s right ladies and gentlemen; I made a wish at the Trevi Fountain at 11:11….now THAT is the ultimate wish.  One coin means you will return to Rome, two means you will find true love and three means you will marry your true love.  I will leave you in suspense for how many I threw.  &lt;br /&gt;
We then had free time for lunch.  We got pizza and sat on the step and watched the fountain as we ate.  We walked around the shops and I bought a post card and keychain to remember Rome by. &lt;br /&gt;
Next we went to a nearby Piazza that was very popular.  It had three large fountains, painters and street performers.  One of the street performers was painted like a statue and only moved to freak people out. We were told to use the restrooms before we left because it would be a long time before we would be able to do it again. The problem was there aren’t any public restrooms and you cant use a café restroom unless you are buying something.  But our professor insisted that we go.  So we casually strolled into a business until we realized it was just a weird wine bar thing with no bathroom….everyone just stared at us.  We tried a different one and saw a sign for bathrooms upstairs.  We ran up, used the men and women’s room to save time and ran out while avoiding eye contact. &lt;br /&gt;
By this point in the day, we were so thirsty.  Luckily, the water in fountain in Italy is good to drink.  So Ashley and I filled up in one of the big fountains.  It tasted so cold and good.&lt;br /&gt;
We then made the long and hot trek to the Vatican and Sistine chapel.  Unfortunately, the chapel was closed because it was Sunday (as are most things on Sunday in Italy) so we got into line for the Vatican.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3A4vBAV2NAJcgf46w_1dOiP82Cwnkk-hCuN2mMMutkdMdkFHRDO6k5NeEDCqIqG01pTg-aRShxho1DzB5ayMh-UutAIflB34_6L4gRCKyANyI5bDLHbmmnRSsVldD4ge1HjmRhvCA85M/s1600/vatican1.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3A4vBAV2NAJcgf46w_1dOiP82Cwnkk-hCuN2mMMutkdMdkFHRDO6k5NeEDCqIqG01pTg-aRShxho1DzB5ayMh-UutAIflB34_6L4gRCKyANyI5bDLHbmmnRSsVldD4ge1HjmRhvCA85M/s320/vatican1.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Statues bigger than houses covered the walls, famous painting were scattered and everything was marble.  Michelangelo’s last piece of the Virgin Mary holding Jesus after his death was there. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxNnGTbqtcOKaxVAu0YDSU-4K0Ap02Kg8r8SgDv_sAWhRgpmT6vkIpyfA6P5N1I23beCxe3wfnnQCp9jI2eI7tEwmqx06ULVTDhOpiLzRzle5G_a76HKlEm-x5EUKV3GgOmeY1lwcxwyi/s1600/vat5.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxNnGTbqtcOKaxVAu0YDSU-4K0Ap02Kg8r8SgDv_sAWhRgpmT6vkIpyfA6P5N1I23beCxe3wfnnQCp9jI2eI7tEwmqx06ULVTDhOpiLzRzle5G_a76HKlEm-x5EUKV3GgOmeY1lwcxwyi/s320/vat5.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I saw it. Wow. The amount of marble and gold in the place was incredible. &lt;br /&gt;
After killing two hours shopping around Rome (I got more presents for my family) we got on the bus and made the 2.5 hours journey home.  &lt;br /&gt;
My feet were torn apart, sore and dirty from the longest and hottest day of walking I had ever had.  We had leftover salad for dinner but added a mix of beans for protein.  I took a hot shower to sooth my muscles and feet.  I happily got into bed and now I am going to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got up at 7 and showered and got ready for Assisi.  The ride took about 45 minutes because of bus stops.  Our first stop was the Basilica of Saint Maria degli Angeli.  This Basilica is literally built around the tiny church-the Porziunede- looks like a doll house placed in the middle of the Basilica.  Also within this church is the rose garden that Saint Francis through himself in to be forgiven for his sins.  Legend has it that since that moment thorns no longer grow on the roses.  This church is also where Francis died.  The spot in which he died is gated off and an alter is built there.  The coolest part of this church is a statue of Saint Francis holding a basket at the exit.  Ever since it was built there has always been doves in the basket.  Sure enough, when we passed by one dove was nested in the basket while the other one swooped down onto Francis’ shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;
Very hectically we caught the bus to upper Assisi.  When we arrived, we went to the Basilica of Saint Francis that I went to with my class on Thursday.  It was still fun and we went to places I didn’t go to the first time.  We found the relic room in the basement of all Francis’ old clothing and items.  We also stopped at the gift shop and  got some charms.  I want to get a silver charm bracelet for my trip to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;
By this time everyone is starving so they tell us we are going to lunch.  What they didn’t tell us is that the restaurant is up 7 mountains.  By the time we reached the restaurant everyone was hot, tired and hungry.  I ordered lasagna because I wanted to try it the Italian way.  As with all my food in Italy, it was very good.  The mozerella was the best part.  Ashley got a pasta dish with ham, asparagus and chees.  The strange thing was, they had very small portions and for a group of people that had been traveling all day and were going to continue to travel, we were all still starving. &lt;br /&gt;
After lunch we visited where Saint Francis’ family lived when he was a boy and where he lived as an adult.  We also saw his dad’s merchant shop in the main square in town.  After that we visited one more church.  The church of Saint Clare.  This one was different compared to the others we saw.  There weren’t any frescos, it was smaller and much more bare.  But here the cross of San Domino is held.  This is the cross that spoke to Francis and Jesus told him to “rebuild my church.”&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFs9M2D-Quc6cybkdxwYzC9ghQWLiFg9lt9HgQr2OsaobHnFks_36-SyVHJSoaHGRvKTn7DLg3UIajifJItmMlLLesRD1RBk0W8nkS-VbyAuUBHSVDAAUGANp_EISCOerh0nXtD2cBEyOQ/s1600/assisi4.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFs9M2D-Quc6cybkdxwYzC9ghQWLiFg9lt9HgQr2OsaobHnFks_36-SyVHJSoaHGRvKTn7DLg3UIajifJItmMlLLesRD1RBk0W8nkS-VbyAuUBHSVDAAUGANp_EISCOerh0nXtD2cBEyOQ/s320/assisi4.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We were given free reign of Assisi for an hour and a half.  We could climb the mountain to see a castle, shop or relax.  We decided to shop.  The streets of Assisi are lined with souvenir shops.  I got my brothers, my Granny and my Papa presents here.  While I was in the one shop purchasing my grandfathers present, the little Italian lady started saying something to me in Italian and put a bracelet on my wrist.  Jill, who speaks Spanish, said that the lady said something about a gift.  I smiled, a little confused but happy and said “Gratzay, Ciao!”&lt;br /&gt;
On the way back to the school everyone got bus sick.  Between the twisty roads, lack of food, hot sun and exhaustion, it was bad.  Ashley, Jill and I decided to go get real food instead of our leftovers.  We went out for kebobs…they were really good.  I don’t know what kind of meat it was but I am not going to question it. &lt;br /&gt;
Exhausted we headed to bed.  We are getting up at 5 tomorrow to head to Rome.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJI-K_kSN0nc1Iv3bBZUAHwNVUJ0_KZ4-OZxYlWNn48M5GGNO1D5Av7KyD-cAsqO7f6-56IMEzuL72dxCMCwbclt_DQ2YBQ1rEjarxOfZGfrfgQBgl2bk0g0jWXawxbmMC-ksjcdzb1of/s1600/Assisi+May+28+2011+Closer+Up.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;274&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJI-K_kSN0nc1Iv3bBZUAHwNVUJ0_KZ4-OZxYlWNn48M5GGNO1D5Av7KyD-cAsqO7f6-56IMEzuL72dxCMCwbclt_DQ2YBQ1rEjarxOfZGfrfgQBgl2bk0g0jWXawxbmMC-ksjcdzb1of/s400/Assisi+May+28+2011+Closer+Up.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWRDBB996CHlOqkE0kViixaQe17UqYBFgkG-0XoE902fRVEwv0gTR1028YyVzsBViK3o4D8jc5-97l4u0hvzYVq7SUv78rKcAijWB6NQqt2fOMA2WsDzgypZd9i6jW0jVL0-SgQMz_yfD/s1600/St.+Maria+degli+Angeli+Group+Close+up.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;214&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWRDBB996CHlOqkE0kViixaQe17UqYBFgkG-0XoE902fRVEwv0gTR1028YyVzsBViK3o4D8jc5-97l4u0hvzYVq7SUv78rKcAijWB6NQqt2fOMA2WsDzgypZd9i6jW0jVL0-SgQMz_yfD/s400/St.+Maria+degli+Angeli+Group+Close+up.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5177030417716249514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-27-2011-assisi-while-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/5177030417716249514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/5177030417716249514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-27-2011-assisi-while-you-are.html' title='May 27, 2011- Assisi- &quot;While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart.&quot; - Saint Francis'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9hc8k1gadshh0oOyabBKHDqpicHa9tFlDO5C2GPn_4fG_V0caP24NrWuby3Gkw4jOwsorE1kxmF5sjBUW6RTnrpPtyOm5CrEagqGo3dQoydgIgWMOyDPzIscqx-_t41zHVhZzHBCvw45/s72-c/assisi1.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-3729299594145327145</id><published>2011-06-02T06:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:24:05.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 27, 2011- &quot;Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” - Andre Gide</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the delay....there were internet problems but they are fixed now.&lt;br /&gt;
This morning we all got up at 8 so we could get to the grocery store when it opened at 9. Apparently that is what every little old Italian lady did as well.  We thought we would be the first ones there but were very wrong.  We picked up eggs, milk, juice, tomatoes, mozzarella, spinach, bananas, sauce and sponges.  To save space and time, I went next door to the bakery while they were checking out.  After looking for a bread that I could pronounce, I asked the young (and handsome) man for a loaf.  He picked it up and asked me something in Italian.  I felt my face go blank as I tried to figure out what he said.  He smiles, said it again and made a cutting motion with his hand. “Oh! No, the whole thing please,” I said.  He chuckled at my American stupidity and rang me up.&lt;br /&gt;
We headed back to the apartment and I had fresh bread and milk for breakfast.  The bread- way better than America.  The milk- not so much.  But I don’t know what kind I got because I cant read the label…I then packed my bag and went out into my beautiful street to head to school.  First, I updated my blog and did some homework.  Class went from 11:15 to 2:45.  We talked about Mussolini and fascism.  We broke off into groups and had to write a small speech as if we were Mussolini and had his beliefs and then present them to the class.  We watched an Italian movie with subtitles about Mussalini and his mistress.  Let’s just say….it isn’t for children.&lt;br /&gt;
After class I met Ashley outside for lunch.  We went to the place right next to the school.  Everyone at the school loves it so we went to see what all the fuss was about.  It is a little market like place with lots of fresh food.  We decided to order chicken on Panini bread.  And then we found the reason for everyone’s love of the place…the man working there.  He was a little Italian man probably in his 70’s with a very kind and happy face (he kind of reminded me of Robin Williams).  It is apparent that he was attractive in his youth.  He didn’t know English but that didn’t stop his excitement as he ran around preparing our sandwiches and speaking to us in Italian.   We also found out how the store got the nickname “caiociaos.”  Every time someone leaves the store he smiles and very enthusiastically says “Ciao! Ciao!” Ashley and I ate outside and when we were done we decided to go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;
We went and looked in all the stores we have been passing for a week.  Walking down the street we happened upon a music festival of local student musicians.  The jazz group that was playing was very good.&lt;br /&gt;
I am in love with Italian style. It is so beautiful yet so simple.  They are able to dress up a tee-shirt and shorts with chunky jewelry, a scarf and high heels.   They look like they could walk down the runway.  Italians are also fearless when it comes to style.  Anything goes.  And I love that.&lt;br /&gt;
I have noticed that I am influenced by Italian style anf have been for a while. So naturally, I wanted to buy everything in sight.  We went through many clothing, jewelry, shoe and trinket shops.  We came across a shop called “Bubble” which Ashley and I fell in love with.  The place is painted bright pink and has very vintage to modern clothing.  I want to buy the entirestore.  Best part?  Everything is reasonably priced.  Scarves are 5 euro and earrings are 3.  There it was….a dress&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QNiM9_mAujtiLYwfT2fRKiQiguhqXs69BUDGTrGIVSdBd-Q1II10vyrqEKPGiM5TwPts4G3_i9dn_yQRdDyySvwwQJic-uK1hvLFtGTY9yOQD5nk8gcne8BRJZvR92Lm60hgReBjquq3/s1600/bubble.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QNiM9_mAujtiLYwfT2fRKiQiguhqXs69BUDGTrGIVSdBd-Q1II10vyrqEKPGiM5TwPts4G3_i9dn_yQRdDyySvwwQJic-uK1hvLFtGTY9yOQD5nk8gcne8BRJZvR92Lm60hgReBjquq3/s200/bubble.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 that I loved…last one….in my size…..for 8 euro.  After leaving the store and coming back again, I ended up buying it and plan on wearing it wine tasting. &lt;br /&gt;
We walked around some more and found a shop with nice clothing in the windows, but when we walked in we knew we were in over our heads.  You know that feeling when you know you are underdressed and unwanted?  Yeah….we took 5 steps in and all the tall gorgeous Italian models looked at us.  Ashley turned to me and in a hushed tone says, “It’s too nice, run away.”&lt;br /&gt;
When Jill got home that night we made spinach salad with fresh tomato and mozerella with bread on the side.  No food was thrown on the floor while making this meal.  After dinner we went out for gelato (again).  Came back, cleaned, did laundry, ran out to get wine because we were craving it and wrote in our journals.  What a great and busy day.  Ciao! Ciao!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3729299594145327145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-27-2011-man-cannot-discover-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/3729299594145327145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/3729299594145327145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-27-2011-man-cannot-discover-new.html' title='May 27, 2011- &quot;Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” - Andre Gide'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QNiM9_mAujtiLYwfT2fRKiQiguhqXs69BUDGTrGIVSdBd-Q1II10vyrqEKPGiM5TwPts4G3_i9dn_yQRdDyySvwwQJic-uK1hvLFtGTY9yOQD5nk8gcne8BRJZvR92Lm60hgReBjquq3/s72-c/bubble.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-1899117683158016501</id><published>2011-05-30T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T06:53:45.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao, bella!</title><content type='html'>New posts will be up soon! I went to Assisi and Rome this past weekend so I am behind on homework and typing up journals.  After I write my paper for Renaissance art, I will type up my journal entries and post them.  They will most likely be up tomorrow at sometime.  Well I am on a half hour break from class, so I better get back.  Post later!  Ciao!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1899117683158016501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/ciao-bella.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/1899117683158016501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/1899117683158016501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/ciao-bella.html' title='Ciao, bella!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-3457023781288197008</id><published>2011-05-27T04:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:21:08.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 26, 2011  &quot;Every moment and every event of every man&#39;s life on earth plants something in his soul.&quot; -Thomas Merton</title><content type='html'>This morning we slept in until 10.  I think that my problem is our blackout blinds that keep out all light….which is what makes me want to get up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
Our bread has gone stale but it is really all we have in the apartment so I had stale bread with nutella for breakfast.  I had to make sure that I wore an outfit that covered my shoulders and legs because I went to religious sights today.  It was the hottest day so far so the extra clothing made it that much hotter.&lt;br /&gt;
I went to the school so I could update my blog.  Then Ashley and I sat in the shade by the fountain to do homework.  I worked on my reading for my Art class and took notes.  &lt;br /&gt;
Around 2 we met Jill at the apartment and had lunch.  I had the same leftover pasta I have had all week, except this time in order to spice it up I put worcestershire sauce on it.  It make is very tasty. &lt;br /&gt;
I then met my class at the main fountain at 3.  The 6 of us headed down to the Mini Metro which is a very tiny train that runs above the city.  It is about the size of a car and goes very fast.  We took the Mini Metro to a train station where we got our tickets and boarded the train.  The view of Italy passing by was stunning.  Fields of every shade of green and little towns with red and orange roofs stretches as far as the eye could see.  We took the bus to Assisi &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOCORg1aSd-XyDRlE9g70MnxoHFrq6fF5kR78z6V8u0MPuaL9nt1CwEwcqB7WNbcaB4m0m3SWL9F8SU-e3HudY2TQiJOFOD3e4YQIIjzfDNQyzPV-Alxrp0PSPc7M0CcUFDEK1moyL4tl/s1600/assisi2.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOCORg1aSd-XyDRlE9g70MnxoHFrq6fF5kR78z6V8u0MPuaL9nt1CwEwcqB7WNbcaB4m0m3SWL9F8SU-e3HudY2TQiJOFOD3e4YQIIjzfDNQyzPV-Alxrp0PSPc7M0CcUFDEK1moyL4tl/s200/assisi2.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and walked up to the church of Saint Francis.  We crossed the large square to the towering church and waited in the shade for our professor. There is no talking within the church so we had to wear headphones and my professor used a microphones directed to our headsets.  &lt;br /&gt;
The church was built for Saint Francis shortly after his death in the early 1200’s.  However, sure to its large and lavish nature it was not kept by the Franciscan order because Franciscans believe in simplicity and poverty.  &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTN2icayXhalG8TfeoBQ4uOQX71kq_-ralxpjmzMkdcOcU8lPxjQFqdmFV1RBQjq8QWMWp5sd8z0m11gqx_bxWEiZpozWJASV6iEotdSA8wm8uNgy4UKvl2cQLtLN5bR52f0jnkxqnM9i/s1600/assisi3.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTN2icayXhalG8TfeoBQ4uOQX71kq_-ralxpjmzMkdcOcU8lPxjQFqdmFV1RBQjq8QWMWp5sd8z0m11gqx_bxWEiZpozWJASV6iEotdSA8wm8uNgy4UKvl2cQLtLN5bR52f0jnkxqnM9i/s320/assisi3.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was breathless upon entering the church.  Every inch of the walls and ceilings was covered in fresco paintings.  This was the building with the most fresco paintings before the Vatican was built.  The entire center of the church is a huge church and then the groves on the side contain small chapels.  &lt;br /&gt;
There is a lower and an upper church. The upper church was constructed by artisans from Northern Europe.  This is known due to the large amounts of stained glass which is not typical of Italian art.  The upper church does not have any small chapels.  Famous painter from all over Europe would come to paint sections of the church.  The paintings depict different moment in Christ’s life, Francis’ life and important religious moments.  Some scenes are depicted multiple times by different people.  This is interesting because of everyone’s different ideas of events.  In particular, we looked at different representations of the crucifixion and Francis receiving the stigmata (Christ’s wounds).  I have a paper sure on Tuesday comparing and contrasting the 2 paintings of Francis receiving the stigmata.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sYScjzcUBdOfRy1KoGUAa-AlwUwdfjghYK2omKmgpXj2GZlUreojmKFZhFuMv_DDExRKW5ndl73F1G2jYU29ccrKQKUbJD54pVJzswpMkK5lhPUXEobm8dwuW-JNlH7XV47hMIcx85pc/s1600/assisi1.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sYScjzcUBdOfRy1KoGUAa-AlwUwdfjghYK2omKmgpXj2GZlUreojmKFZhFuMv_DDExRKW5ndl73F1G2jYU29ccrKQKUbJD54pVJzswpMkK5lhPUXEobm8dwuW-JNlH7XV47hMIcx85pc/s320/assisi1.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We then went down to the basement to see the tomb of St Francis.  It is a simple praying area with the tall tomb in the center.&lt;br /&gt;
When we left some girls stayed behind to explore but since I will be coming back with the school on Saturday I decided to go back.&lt;br /&gt;
I grabbed something to eat at the train station so I stayed behind when Ashley and Jill went to eat.  I journaled and did some homework.  We plan on getting up early to go grocery shopping since we have no food in the apartment.  Then I have class from 11:15 to 2:45.  Ciao.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3457023781288197008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-26-2011-every-moment-and-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/3457023781288197008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/3457023781288197008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-26-2011-every-moment-and-every.html' title='May 26, 2011  &quot;Every moment and every event of every man&#39;s life on earth plants something in his soul.&quot; -Thomas Merton'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOCORg1aSd-XyDRlE9g70MnxoHFrq6fF5kR78z6V8u0MPuaL9nt1CwEwcqB7WNbcaB4m0m3SWL9F8SU-e3HudY2TQiJOFOD3e4YQIIjzfDNQyzPV-Alxrp0PSPc7M0CcUFDEK1moyL4tl/s72-c/assisi2.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-8142400728344529586</id><published>2011-05-26T06:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:16:45.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 25, 2011- &quot;I have been a wanderer in distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.&quot; - Percy Bysshe Shelley</title><content type='html'>Even with the thrill of being in Italy, my body is still tired getting up.  Between the hot sun, constant motion and crazy schedule, I am constantly tired but happy.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNVYTvqHnWRA3xJLUVFSNDAYnO7-gSo-ruVZRRgsmMmrUVqit2rnyiIhiPaTRhIKCwlO_dbX4kFaVkSSGY_a9AfHn-Woje569FNcFAEGidHKYcSa74YFzMF69dtMaiqrKRvHJRlOhR5ZX/s1600/per4.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNVYTvqHnWRA3xJLUVFSNDAYnO7-gSo-ruVZRRgsmMmrUVqit2rnyiIhiPaTRhIKCwlO_dbX4kFaVkSSGY_a9AfHn-Woje569FNcFAEGidHKYcSa74YFzMF69dtMaiqrKRvHJRlOhR5ZX/s200/per4.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I had class at 11:15 today so I got up at 9.  Everyone else in the apartment was still sleep.  I showed and put on my favorite outfit so far.  Black flowing skirt, green tank top, yellow fishnet scarf, yellow flower in my hair and green eye shadow.  I had the usual breakfast (piece of bread with nutella on it) and headed out.  I picked up my Renaissance art book (which weighs 1000 pounds) and checked the computer before heading to class.  &lt;br /&gt;
This class is called Modern Italy.  It is a study of the history, culture, food and “la dolce vita” or the sweet life.  Our professor was flying in from the U.S. so we watched a movie for the first half of class (classes here are 4 hours long).  The movie was in Italian with subtitles which I usually hate but it was a great movie about the holocaust, love, family and perseverance.  The movie was called La Vita e Bella….if you haven’t seen it, go get it now!!&lt;br /&gt;
Our professor arrived and gave an overview of what the class will be about and what we will be doing.  One day we will be going to a vineyard and learning about wine tasting.  Then we will be taking a trip to Tuscany to see a butcher and learn what he does.&lt;br /&gt;
After class ended at 2:45, I came back to the room for leftover pasta and start reading my large art book.  Ashley came back because she had been creeped on by some guys.  So we went out together.&lt;br /&gt;
First we went down to the train station that is built in the underground of a medieval building.  We walked around outside for a while looking for a place to sit.  We found a shaded area in a park.  She painted flowers while I wrote in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;
As I looked around I couldn’t help but marvel at the sights.  Trees of everything tall as buildings, beautiful flowers and paths all nestled in the center of the city surrounded by builds that date back before Christ.  I am still learning to take things slow and enjoy the sights.&lt;br /&gt;
We had a bit of time before dinner so Ashley and I went back to the room to relax for a bit.  She went to take a nap and I sat on the loveseat in our kitchen to do more work.  Next thing I knew, it was 6:30 and Ashley was waking me up because it was time for dinner.  Jill and Ashley were laughing because they couldn’t understand how I had fallen asleep in just a tiny, uncomfortable couch.  I must be more tired than I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;
A professor from school came over to Italy and took us all out for dinner. &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXR2OqOGWIi55PXW1Yq4L8pQvhf6RhiY3pKvsR4e5rzY3RwEMEMaV_D26dW61Aa9GB8gdlmAHVjIx5cffOl5voKt6vsTK7GVAKRliJAA6-JFvluKY4OxYoj7Cptoany4oM6iwcVMN6dnWy/s1600/per7.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXR2OqOGWIi55PXW1Yq4L8pQvhf6RhiY3pKvsR4e5rzY3RwEMEMaV_D26dW61Aa9GB8gdlmAHVjIx5cffOl5voKt6vsTK7GVAKRliJAA6-JFvluKY4OxYoj7Cptoany4oM6iwcVMN6dnWy/s200/per7.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 Here we go again with the food descriptions. The first course was pasta and sauce as usual.  I am not sure what the Italians do to their pasta and sauce but it is so sweet, smooth and full of tomato flavor.  The second course was pork and potatoes. The meat was cooked so perfectly that it was falling off the bone and melted in your mouth.  The potatoes were very similar to the ones form the hotel.  They were just crispy enough on the outside but very soft on the inside and were seasoned with fresh rosemary.  I need to figure out this recipe…maybe it is the kind of potato …..hmmmmm  The last course was the salad.  I will try to describe this but won’t give it justice. I have never tasted lettuce that was so crisp and fresh and green.  The tomatoes were bright red and tasted as if you plucked them from garden at the exact second they were perfect for eating.&lt;br /&gt;
Over dinner were talked about everything and even exchanged recipes.  All the students sang happy birthday to one of the guys who was turning 21.  He was so red.&lt;br /&gt;
On the way back to the room, we got gelato (again).  I tried pistachio and it was good.  While we ate we sat under the Italian night sky.  Nights are very popular here because the weather is finally cool enough to be outside.  &lt;br /&gt;
We get to sleep in tomorrow because Ashley and Jill don’t have class!  Ciao!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8142400728344529586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-25-2011-i-have-been-wanderer-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/8142400728344529586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/8142400728344529586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-25-2011-i-have-been-wanderer-in.html' title='May 25, 2011- &quot;I have been a wanderer in distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.&quot; - Percy Bysshe Shelley'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNVYTvqHnWRA3xJLUVFSNDAYnO7-gSo-ruVZRRgsmMmrUVqit2rnyiIhiPaTRhIKCwlO_dbX4kFaVkSSGY_a9AfHn-Woje569FNcFAEGidHKYcSa74YFzMF69dtMaiqrKRvHJRlOhR5ZX/s72-c/per4.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471975564165946262.post-7144756257112462933</id><published>2011-05-26T06:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:12:25.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 24, 2011- &quot;I travel a lot; I hate having my life disrupted by routine.&quot; - Caskie Stinnett</title><content type='html'>I did not sleep well last night.  Before bed I was very tired but once I laid down I stayed awake all night.  Ashley and I got up at 8 and got ready.  Then the 3 of us went to the school and used the internet to check email and update social networks.  My boyfriend, Chris, was online and I finally got to talk to him.  Unfortunately the internet disconnect us….hopefully we will be able to Skype soon.  I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;
I then decided to walk back to the apartment for lunch so I didn’t spend money.  The girls were in class so I had the place to myself.  I opened our window and ate my homemade pasta in the fresh Italian air.  Then I packed my bag and went to my first class.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0HYfrt-VSuyImTVGhxybjs85DbIhWnZ_vPkDcoATFjTXNKTOom0DS7s3vjpyNrN_9LC7T-GYhB-ANpeqp42qevg6vCcyFSo4gjLvFW1JqEAk5yfs9UT3RWKSxHoAupjefS7Gcj5uPGjq/s1600/perugia3.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0HYfrt-VSuyImTVGhxybjs85DbIhWnZ_vPkDcoATFjTXNKTOom0DS7s3vjpyNrN_9LC7T-GYhB-ANpeqp42qevg6vCcyFSo4gjLvFW1JqEAk5yfs9UT3RWKSxHoAupjefS7Gcj5uPGjq/s200/perugia3.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was the first person into my Survey of Italian Renaissance and Mannerist Art class.  Our whole class consisted of 5 girls and out professor.  My professor is originally from Norway but has lived in Italy for 25 years.  Her Italian is beautiful with a Norwegian accent, it is very unique.  She is a tall woman with a very thin pointed face and high cheek bones.  She has one lazy eye and high eyebrows.  Her hair was very short and all cut sharply at the same length.  She is very interesting to me.  At the start of class I was a little bored and intimidated and considered switching to another class.  It reminded me of a class I took my freshman year of college.  But once we got past the technical parts, she pulled up slides of paintings and sculptures that we were able to discuss and compare and contrast.  I really enjoyed that and became very interested in the art.  Our class then went to the art museum in the center of town.  It was beautiful and the building was very medieval.  We looked at many different interpretations of Christ on the cross.  This class is going to be very difficult.  Within the 5 weeks I have 3 papers, a presentation, 2 tests and over 100 pages of reading a week.  By the end we will be given a painting or sculpture and will need to know who did it, where they were from, what is it made of, when they made it and the meaning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;
After class I tried to contact some family in Italy but the number would not go through.   So I went back to the school to send them a message.  I hope to visit them soon.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzd5FjQe6FVDjiIC6pL8AXl3AaQ0EurQRJOC24yrrggr4ER-g2LwGbQ4Q2wJE8Jqgr3IKPlIpG5q_I3naZTJNoT7v0Xkob1gb7W5EuTdzDagy51Wfk-3i1zEipplcsO57nevZyA1A9nHa/s1600/ash1.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzd5FjQe6FVDjiIC6pL8AXl3AaQ0EurQRJOC24yrrggr4ER-g2LwGbQ4Q2wJE8Jqgr3IKPlIpG5q_I3naZTJNoT7v0Xkob1gb7W5EuTdzDagy51Wfk-3i1zEipplcsO57nevZyA1A9nHa/s200/ash1.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, Jill, Ashley and I could not get the stove to work so we decided to go out to eat.  We went across the street to the place Jill and I got our Panini’s the first day.  Jill got pizza and Ashley and decided to try the kebob wrap.  This is the best thing I have eaten so far. He carved the meat off a spit right in front of us and the juices were literally dripping off the meat.  He put it on a wrap with fresh lettuce, tomato, and onion along with a zesty sauce.  I am hungry just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;
After dinner we got invited to go out at 11 so we got dressed and headed out for the night.  We got to bed around 2.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7144756257112462933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-24-2011-i-travel-lot-i-hate-having.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7144756257112462933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471975564165946262/posts/default/7144756257112462933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstudyinitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-24-2011-i-travel-lot-i-hate-having.html' title='May 24, 2011- &quot;I travel a lot; I hate having my life disrupted by routine.&quot; - Caskie Stinnett'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0HYfrt-VSuyImTVGhxybjs85DbIhWnZ_vPkDcoATFjTXNKTOom0DS7s3vjpyNrN_9LC7T-GYhB-ANpeqp42qevg6vCcyFSo4gjLvFW1JqEAk5yfs9UT3RWKSxHoAupjefS7Gcj5uPGjq/s72-c/perugia3.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>