My sincere apologies for not updating much in the last week. We have had a slew of papers and exams and I have also been a little sick.
I am totally and completely well now and the rest of the campus seems to have what I had.....While I feel very sorry for all of them, I am just thrilled I don't have it anymore.
Being sick in bed seems to have its advantages though, I got a 95 on my Art and Architecture exam! Woot!
Over this past weekend, Denise, Michael Rutherford, and I made our way to beautiful Barcelona. For the most part, I adored our time there. There was one small fright during our stay--my wallet was stolen on the metro at 3am. I still have my passport and plane tickets. The only things I lost in the wallet were 100 American dollars, 150 Euro, my drivers licence, a million bus tickets, my student ID card, my permesso di sojourno (permission form to stay in Italy), my debit card, pictures of my parents (my favorite things IN that wallet), and 8 Italian stamps. More about that tragedy in a minute.
After our Western Civilization exam on Thursday morning, the three of us got on a bus for Champino Airport and flew Ryanair straight to Girona Airport in Spain. The trip was a couple hours long, and not too bad considering the cheapness of the tickets.
When we landed we had to take a bus to the middle of Barcelona and two different metro lines to the area where our hostel was. The hostel we stayed in looked a bit like something out of Real World----with a similar "lets all hang out and be poor together" sorta atmosphere. We didn't stick around much at the hostel to socialize; we wanted to see Spain.
By the time we arrived, however, all we really wanted to see was a plate of hot food. We were starving and very tired. All of us had stayed up extremely late the night before studying for that exam, and were eager for some shut eye.
We dumped our stuff and hopped back on the metro in search of food.
It was around midnight at this point, and thank GOD that Spaniards stay up so late to party. Everything was still open--most places didn't shut down until 3am.
We managed to find a decent looking Chinese place about ten feet from the first metro stop we got off of. The menu offered a HUGE meal for about 8 euro. We were a little concerned about the quality of food we were about to get, but were too hungry to care so we ordered it anyway. After about ten minutes of shoveling rice, miso soup, lemon chicken, sweet and sour pork, french fries (yeah!!) and fried calamari down our throats we were full to bursting and wobbled sleepily home.
I have never stayed in a hostel before. Initially, the idea freaked me out, but it wasn't bad at all. At least, not at the Garden House Barcelona. Everyone was INSANELY helpful and friendly and spoke excellent English---unfortunate for me because I was DYING to practice hablando espanol.
The bedrooms were uber cramped, with three sets of bunk beds in ours. Three other random people--two men and one woman each traveling alone, shared ours. We weren't eager to make friends, though I am sure we could have. We kept to ourselves.
Even though it was terribly late, I took a shower and paid .50 euro to shoot an email to mom and dad letting them know I was still alive.
The next day, we didn't head out of the hostel until about 11:45am. Starving again, we decided to treat ourselves to the Hard Rock Cafe Barcelona. We hadn't had a real burger in about a month and a half---pasta can wear on a soul. I promise we did experience real Spanish food and sangria.....once......as far as food went in Spain, it was really a blended culture experience.
After the HRC, we wandered around a bit. I bought a coffee mug and some postcards.
The huge unfinished church was charging admission, so I flat our refused to go in. God wouldn't charge admission, and any so called church that does clearly isn't the Lord's idea of a groovy hangout. Mike went inside, and from what he told me it was lovely. Denise and I relaxed on the from steps and people watched.
Spaniards like to make out in public and grope eachother even more than the Italians do....and they are....loud about it. It was gross. Blech
After that, we made our way to a huge park called Parke Guell. You have to do some uphill trudging, which I didn't like, but it is well worth it. The park is looveelly and the very tip top provides an amazing view of the city. We sat up there and split a pitcher of Sangria. I like Sangria....
The buildings and art in the park was designed by Gaudi....the entire city of Barcelona is really one big, weirdly designed, Gaudi playground.
From the park we walked a bit more and ended up back at the hostel to change and get a little prettier for the evening-time.
That night we had our Spanish food...the only Spanish food we would eat that trip. We snacked on tapas and a bottle of wine for dinner--none of us was terribly hungry. We then made our way to a flamenco bar to watch some dancing. The show was amazing---only about half an hour to forty five minutes long. Admission was seven euro. Worth it, I thought. Spanish women are so beautiful.
After the flamenco club place, disaster sorta struck. We walked around the city some more. There was a huge music festival going on, so everyone was out wandering from free concert to free concert. There are DEFINITELY no open container laws of any kind in Spain, so everrryonneee was drunk and drinking. We stopped and bought soccer jerseys in some small shop and then raced to the metro. Five minutes after getting on the train, I looked down and saw that my purse pocket was open and my wallet was missing. This was a close one, considering my passport was right next to my wallet. I about had a heart attack. We retraced our steps to make sure I hadn't dropped it anywhere. It is 2:30am by this point and all these drunk people were stumbling home.
Eventually, we found a police station and I filled out a police report---Looking back, I am not sure why I did that. Nothing will come of it, and I think I knew that at the time, but I was just scared and upset and wanted to be DOING something.
I got in touch with my mom and my bank and froze my card for now. The license, ID, permesso, stamps, and buss tickets are all replaceable. I was REALLY upset about losing the pictures of my parents and all that cash. Mom ended up bailing me out for it in the end, which I didn't really deserve but still appreciated.
Ladies.....WATCH YOUR DAMN PURSES!
I was REALLY uspet and just wanted to go home at this point. I was sleep deprived, scared, depressed, homesick....just not feeling so hot. I got better the next day after I realized how lucky I was that nothing else had been taken.
I got off easy---wont be happening again I can assure you.
After a little sleep, the three of us spent our last day in Barcelona eating and sightseeing just like the day before, only I had no cash this time around. I had to open up a tab with Denise...still currently open. Tomorrow I am going to wire a bunch of money to her account and she will withdraw it and that will do until my new card gets here in the mail. It's damn annoying.
I'll say it AGAIN
LADIES WATCH YOUR PURSES~!~!~
Saturday, we went around to the beach. It is beauuuttiffulll. There are tons of things going on all up and down it too. Cafes, people selling things, bars, people building elaborate things out of sand, topless women who REALLY shouldn't be topless, bicyclers, skaters, joggers, ice cream eaters, you name it.
Eventually we ran into a place called the Icebarcelona...it is an ice bar. Pictures on facebook.
What I learned in there is that while it really is a cool thing to see once in your life.....its really uncomfortably cold in there.
DONT WEAR FLIP FLOPS
My mother chose that exact moment to call and let me know that she was bailing me out for the cash I lost. Though, this will most likely mean that she will not get to come see me for Thanksgiving break :(
I officially invite anyone who would like to learn about Rome for five days in November to come see me :)
just let me know you are coming so I don't make travel plans. i sorta need to save money for ten day anyway. THAT will be an expensive trip.
The ice bar was really the last thing we did in Barcelona. We started our treck home at around 6pm...arriving in Rome tired as can be around midnight.
Ciao all of you!!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Catching up!
Sorry, it has been a hectic couple of days and I haven't really gotten to update.
When I left off, we were headed to Capri, right?
Well, previous Romers have said that the first trip you take on your own while in Rome is usually a gigantic cock-up.
This was not entirely true, but pretty close. It was expensive, that's for sure, and mostly due to lack of efficient planning.
When UD had finished with us in Naples, they had a bus drop those of us who wanted to travel that weekend off at the train station and the port of the bay of Naples.
Denise, Anne, Shelsea, and I had no problem whatsoever getting our ferry tickets and boarding the boat. It was a pleasant enough ride, though they don't let you go up on top of the boat...you had to stay below deck where the seats were arranged very similarly to those in airplanes. It was weird--like boarding an aircraft only...on a boat....hmm..
It only took us about an hour to get from the Bay of Naples to Capri. When we exited the boat we had to figure out how to find our hotel. We had with us some very bad directions written by someone whose first language was DEFINITELY not English, and followed them as best we could.
The busses in Capri look like matchboxes with wheels. It is shocking how many people you can cram into these things! It costs about one euro sixty to ride around in these things...insane huh?
We took the bus to Anacapri, exited outside of the church, Santa Sophia, and started walking in what we thought was the direction we were supposed to be going.
Each of us had a heavy backpack and a purse and we were all a little cranky due to hunger and sleep deprivation over the last few days.
We walked for a MILLION YEARS!
The streets in Capri look more like alleys, and they have absolutely NO layout pattern whatsoever.
Not long after we started walking, we were dead lost. I think we walked straight across the middle of the island clear to the other side before a bus came along and we flagged it down, asking the driver where the heck our stupid hotel was.
Eventually, we stumbled upon Bussola di Hermez, a charming hotel run by a very sweet Italian couple.
Immediately upon entering, they provided us with lemonade, a map, and four VERY COMFY beds in an extremely cute bedroom with its own bathroom. We were all in much better moods at that point.
It was getting late, however, and we wanted to get to the beach and catch some sunlight if we could. We rushed into our bathing suits and back out to the lobby where the hotel-owners told us how to get to a beach.
There are no sand beaches in Capri....actually, I wouldn't describe the beach we were at as merely a "rock" beach either..."Cliff beach" would be closer to the truth.
There were still some people left lying out on huge rock slabs or else paddling around in the small cove nearby, but I still don't understand how anyone could call this a "beach"....
Anyway, we all bravely took a dip--it was surprisingly cold for the Mediterranean. Eventually, the waves started smashing up against the rocks pretty violently, and we thought we had better get out if we didn't want to die.
We walked around the cliff--yes CLIFF for a bit, and had a few drinks at a small cafe while we watched the sun set. It was quite lovely :)
After the sun had set, we got back on the bus and made our way back to the hotel to change and ask the hotel-people where a good place to get some food was.
They weren't around, so we just sorta walked out of the hotel and made for the church again. Churches are in the middle of piazzas--piazzas have restaurants....this was our logic anyway.
We ended up running into a HUGE group of other UD-ers, who had just had dinner. They pointed us in the direction of a trendy pizzaria, and made us promise to meet back up with them for drinks after dinner.
The pizzaria was awesome. There was a soccer game on--Naples v. Geneva. Naples was winning, and all the Italian men on the island were there cheering and getting quite drunk. Don't worry, we never once felt uncomfortable, nor were we approached by anyone.
Denise and I split a bottle of wine, Shelsea and Anne had some Peroni (an Italian beer that I recommend you try), and we all got Pizzas :)
Pizza in the united states is crap. I see that now.
I know what you're thinking, and I definitely agree with you. I had drunk quite a lot by the time we finished with dinner. I don't drink a whole lot, but this trip was a definite exception to the rule.
We had tiramisu for dessert--did I spell that right?
It was the most delicious, light, fluffy thing I have ever had. We don't make that stuff correctly back home either.
After dinner, just like we promised, we met up with our friends from school at a bar. I split a beer with John Teresi---PROOOBBAAABBLLYY shouldn't have done that.
I was feeling fine, and thought "what the hell, i'm on vacation"
After THAT, Andrew and Dave told us about this bar/club/lounge place that was supposed to be pretty neat, so we all thought we'd check it out.
DEFINITELY a bad idea.
This place had no cover charge, but charged you 10 euro for your first drink and 8 euro for each after that.
8 euro is average for a cocktail in Italy.
After the walk to this place, I was really starting to feel the effects of that bottle of wine..."now mira",
myself said to myself
"this probably isn't a good idea. it is probably going to be really expensive, and you will get sick"
"shut up"
i said to myself.
only, i said it out loud, and Dave looked at me funny.
Despite what you are NOW probably thinking, the night didn't turn into the disaster that it probably should have.
Thank God for my Eastern European roots and high alcohol tolerance.
We had about two drinks each at RED--the name of the club.
They were delicious. This place has really perfected the ratio of sugar to alcohol. I thought I was drinking lemonade.
We spent a few hours at the club...and at one point thought it would be a good idea to get up and dance---nobody else was, but who cares!
After that we stumbled home and passed out.
Pretty uneventful, really. I was just so shocked with myself for drinking that much over the course of the evening that I think I expected something catastrophic to happen. I wasn't even hung over the next day.
sweet.
Regardless, I don't think I will be doing that again. It was a really pricey and slightly ridiculous evening.
The next day, we got up super early and ran to catch the bus, so we could catch the ferry, so we could catch a train, so that we could catch the metro, so that we could catch ANOTHER bus back to campus.
Class started at 2:15pm--and we raced through the door, panting and quite dirty (we ran out of clean clothes AGES ago) ten minutes late.
Everyone giggled.
On the whole, it was a good weekend.
Next time, I am planning better.
When I left off, we were headed to Capri, right?
Well, previous Romers have said that the first trip you take on your own while in Rome is usually a gigantic cock-up.
This was not entirely true, but pretty close. It was expensive, that's for sure, and mostly due to lack of efficient planning.
When UD had finished with us in Naples, they had a bus drop those of us who wanted to travel that weekend off at the train station and the port of the bay of Naples.
Denise, Anne, Shelsea, and I had no problem whatsoever getting our ferry tickets and boarding the boat. It was a pleasant enough ride, though they don't let you go up on top of the boat...you had to stay below deck where the seats were arranged very similarly to those in airplanes. It was weird--like boarding an aircraft only...on a boat....hmm..
It only took us about an hour to get from the Bay of Naples to Capri. When we exited the boat we had to figure out how to find our hotel. We had with us some very bad directions written by someone whose first language was DEFINITELY not English, and followed them as best we could.
The busses in Capri look like matchboxes with wheels. It is shocking how many people you can cram into these things! It costs about one euro sixty to ride around in these things...insane huh?
We took the bus to Anacapri, exited outside of the church, Santa Sophia, and started walking in what we thought was the direction we were supposed to be going.
Each of us had a heavy backpack and a purse and we were all a little cranky due to hunger and sleep deprivation over the last few days.
We walked for a MILLION YEARS!
The streets in Capri look more like alleys, and they have absolutely NO layout pattern whatsoever.
Not long after we started walking, we were dead lost. I think we walked straight across the middle of the island clear to the other side before a bus came along and we flagged it down, asking the driver where the heck our stupid hotel was.
Eventually, we stumbled upon Bussola di Hermez, a charming hotel run by a very sweet Italian couple.
Immediately upon entering, they provided us with lemonade, a map, and four VERY COMFY beds in an extremely cute bedroom with its own bathroom. We were all in much better moods at that point.
It was getting late, however, and we wanted to get to the beach and catch some sunlight if we could. We rushed into our bathing suits and back out to the lobby where the hotel-owners told us how to get to a beach.
There are no sand beaches in Capri....actually, I wouldn't describe the beach we were at as merely a "rock" beach either..."Cliff beach" would be closer to the truth.
There were still some people left lying out on huge rock slabs or else paddling around in the small cove nearby, but I still don't understand how anyone could call this a "beach"....
Anyway, we all bravely took a dip--it was surprisingly cold for the Mediterranean. Eventually, the waves started smashing up against the rocks pretty violently, and we thought we had better get out if we didn't want to die.
We walked around the cliff--yes CLIFF for a bit, and had a few drinks at a small cafe while we watched the sun set. It was quite lovely :)
After the sun had set, we got back on the bus and made our way back to the hotel to change and ask the hotel-people where a good place to get some food was.
They weren't around, so we just sorta walked out of the hotel and made for the church again. Churches are in the middle of piazzas--piazzas have restaurants....this was our logic anyway.
We ended up running into a HUGE group of other UD-ers, who had just had dinner. They pointed us in the direction of a trendy pizzaria, and made us promise to meet back up with them for drinks after dinner.
The pizzaria was awesome. There was a soccer game on--Naples v. Geneva. Naples was winning, and all the Italian men on the island were there cheering and getting quite drunk. Don't worry, we never once felt uncomfortable, nor were we approached by anyone.
Denise and I split a bottle of wine, Shelsea and Anne had some Peroni (an Italian beer that I recommend you try), and we all got Pizzas :)
Pizza in the united states is crap. I see that now.
I know what you're thinking, and I definitely agree with you. I had drunk quite a lot by the time we finished with dinner. I don't drink a whole lot, but this trip was a definite exception to the rule.
We had tiramisu for dessert--did I spell that right?
It was the most delicious, light, fluffy thing I have ever had. We don't make that stuff correctly back home either.
After dinner, just like we promised, we met up with our friends from school at a bar. I split a beer with John Teresi---PROOOBBAAABBLLYY shouldn't have done that.
I was feeling fine, and thought "what the hell, i'm on vacation"
After THAT, Andrew and Dave told us about this bar/club/lounge place that was supposed to be pretty neat, so we all thought we'd check it out.
DEFINITELY a bad idea.
This place had no cover charge, but charged you 10 euro for your first drink and 8 euro for each after that.
8 euro is average for a cocktail in Italy.
After the walk to this place, I was really starting to feel the effects of that bottle of wine..."now mira",
myself said to myself
"this probably isn't a good idea. it is probably going to be really expensive, and you will get sick"
"shut up"
i said to myself.
only, i said it out loud, and Dave looked at me funny.
Despite what you are NOW probably thinking, the night didn't turn into the disaster that it probably should have.
Thank God for my Eastern European roots and high alcohol tolerance.
We had about two drinks each at RED--the name of the club.
They were delicious. This place has really perfected the ratio of sugar to alcohol. I thought I was drinking lemonade.
We spent a few hours at the club...and at one point thought it would be a good idea to get up and dance---nobody else was, but who cares!
After that we stumbled home and passed out.
Pretty uneventful, really. I was just so shocked with myself for drinking that much over the course of the evening that I think I expected something catastrophic to happen. I wasn't even hung over the next day.
sweet.
Regardless, I don't think I will be doing that again. It was a really pricey and slightly ridiculous evening.
The next day, we got up super early and ran to catch the bus, so we could catch the ferry, so we could catch a train, so that we could catch the metro, so that we could catch ANOTHER bus back to campus.
Class started at 2:15pm--and we raced through the door, panting and quite dirty (we ran out of clean clothes AGES ago) ten minutes late.
Everyone giggled.
On the whole, it was a good weekend.
Next time, I am planning better.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wearing The Same Clothes Three Times---and Other Things I Did in Naples and Capri
Hello People!
There are 5 of you now! I feel so very loved!
When I last spoke to you, it was to let you know of my safe arrival in Pompeii and my visit to the ancient city there.
After two nights in Pompeii, we hopped back on the buses and headed to Naples.
The entire way there, I kept thinking about all of the stern warnings I got from my family:
"Don't go to Naples! In fact, avoid southern Italy."
Well, here I was, headed straight into the lions den. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I should probably tell you straight away that we were not spending more than three or four hours in Naples in order to see the Museo Nazionale; Naples Archeological Museum.
Our Art and Archetecture prof. was called back to Rome last minute on urgent goodness-knows-what business, so we had a "self-guided tour" of the museum.
This was our second "self-guided-tour" so far, and I am sure there will be more. It's really difficult to navigate 108-120 people through a museum without trampelling a small herd of Germans somewhere along the way, so we do this "self-guided business" in order to keep the bloodshed down to a minimum.
The way this works is that we are given a handout with directions through the museum and small descriptions of the various things we need to take note of. We look, snap a few pictures, and move on. The pictures end up on facebook, so you can get a good idea of the stuff we are studying. Unfortunately for US, we have to memorize all sorts of info. about these things, as they are bound to end up on Exams. Speaking of which, I have my first Art and Arch. exam on Monday.
Nothing spectacular happened in the museum, really.......oh wait....I forgot about the penis room. You might get a kick out of this--or blush furiously; either way, I am going to tell you about it :D :D
Ancient Romans believed that the image of an erect...phallus....was a symbol for strength or luck or some combination of the two. Much of their art and sculpture includes erect......well you get the idea.
There is one room in this architecture museum that is solely dedicated to this sort of art, and we had to go in there.
Now, remember that I go to a REALLY REALLY REALLY conservative Catholic school.
Penises are not usually part of the curriculum.
my
classmates
were
freaking
out!
It was priceless. Granted, it was a little awkward, but we had just traipsed through an ancient BROTHEL the previous day and nobody was complaining then.
Did you know that the beds in brothels were made out of stone? Ouch!
By lunchtime, Naples was feeling prettttyyyy dirty.
Lunch consisted of sandwiches and juice packed for us by our hotel and eaten sitting on the steps outside the Museo Nazionale.
I do reccommend checking facebook for picture updates--I got some amazing stuff from that museum.
Naples is a major culture center....just be careful when you go.
We didn't have any problems in Naples, though we really only passed through. Immediately after lunch, Denise, Anne, Shelsea, and I took off for Capri.
Thus begins one of my more ridiculous weekends. All the previous Romers say that your first independent travel weekend never goes really well because you are still
getting used to planning your own trips.
So true, though we still managed to have fun for the most part.
Spent WAY too much money, but whatcha gonna do....*sigh
From the museum, we went to the port of Naples where a ferry would take us to Capri.
Just so you heathens know, Capri is pronounce Kah-pri NOT Cap-ree
I found out the hard way.
The ferry was interesting. This about the way the inside of an airplane looks---and put that on the inside of a huge boat. It wasn't the sort of ferry where you could go up on deck and look around---we had to stay dowwwnnn belloww.
Ferry tickets were about 16 Euro each way.
The ferry only took and hour, and all of a sudden we were there!
Capri is definitely beautiful, though it was very touristy.
When we got off the ferry, we had to catch a bus to Anacapri to find our hotel, Bussola di Hermes.
The bus costs 1.60 Euro per ride.
Here is where our interesting little....for lack of a better phrase I will say "travel quirks" started popping up.
Yikes!
Its 12:30am and I have class tomorrow.
More later!
There are 5 of you now! I feel so very loved!
When I last spoke to you, it was to let you know of my safe arrival in Pompeii and my visit to the ancient city there.
After two nights in Pompeii, we hopped back on the buses and headed to Naples.
The entire way there, I kept thinking about all of the stern warnings I got from my family:
"Don't go to Naples! In fact, avoid southern Italy."
Well, here I was, headed straight into the lions den. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I should probably tell you straight away that we were not spending more than three or four hours in Naples in order to see the Museo Nazionale; Naples Archeological Museum.
Our Art and Archetecture prof. was called back to Rome last minute on urgent goodness-knows-what business, so we had a "self-guided tour" of the museum.
This was our second "self-guided-tour" so far, and I am sure there will be more. It's really difficult to navigate 108-120 people through a museum without trampelling a small herd of Germans somewhere along the way, so we do this "self-guided business" in order to keep the bloodshed down to a minimum.
The way this works is that we are given a handout with directions through the museum and small descriptions of the various things we need to take note of. We look, snap a few pictures, and move on. The pictures end up on facebook, so you can get a good idea of the stuff we are studying. Unfortunately for US, we have to memorize all sorts of info. about these things, as they are bound to end up on Exams. Speaking of which, I have my first Art and Arch. exam on Monday.
Nothing spectacular happened in the museum, really.......oh wait....I forgot about the penis room. You might get a kick out of this--or blush furiously; either way, I am going to tell you about it :D :D
Ancient Romans believed that the image of an erect...phallus....was a symbol for strength or luck or some combination of the two. Much of their art and sculpture includes erect......well you get the idea.
There is one room in this architecture museum that is solely dedicated to this sort of art, and we had to go in there.
Now, remember that I go to a REALLY REALLY REALLY conservative Catholic school.
Penises are not usually part of the curriculum.
my
classmates
were
freaking
out!
It was priceless. Granted, it was a little awkward, but we had just traipsed through an ancient BROTHEL the previous day and nobody was complaining then.
Did you know that the beds in brothels were made out of stone? Ouch!
By lunchtime, Naples was feeling prettttyyyy dirty.
Lunch consisted of sandwiches and juice packed for us by our hotel and eaten sitting on the steps outside the Museo Nazionale.
I do reccommend checking facebook for picture updates--I got some amazing stuff from that museum.
Naples is a major culture center....just be careful when you go.
We didn't have any problems in Naples, though we really only passed through. Immediately after lunch, Denise, Anne, Shelsea, and I took off for Capri.
Thus begins one of my more ridiculous weekends. All the previous Romers say that your first independent travel weekend never goes really well because you are still
getting used to planning your own trips.
So true, though we still managed to have fun for the most part.
Spent WAY too much money, but whatcha gonna do....*sigh
From the museum, we went to the port of Naples where a ferry would take us to Capri.
Just so you heathens know, Capri is pronounce Kah-pri NOT Cap-ree
I found out the hard way.
The ferry was interesting. This about the way the inside of an airplane looks---and put that on the inside of a huge boat. It wasn't the sort of ferry where you could go up on deck and look around---we had to stay dowwwnnn belloww.
Ferry tickets were about 16 Euro each way.
The ferry only took and hour, and all of a sudden we were there!
Capri is definitely beautiful, though it was very touristy.
When we got off the ferry, we had to catch a bus to Anacapri to find our hotel, Bussola di Hermes.
The bus costs 1.60 Euro per ride.
Here is where our interesting little....for lack of a better phrase I will say "travel quirks" started popping up.
Yikes!
Its 12:30am and I have class tomorrow.
More later!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Arrived Safely in Pompeii
Hello Everyone!!!
Blogspot tells me that there are now four of you who follow this blog, for which I am very flattered. Woot!
Yesterday morning, every dorm at the UD campus got the oddest wakeup call EVER. Each room has a phone, and apparently the phones all can act as speakers if need be. Well, at 7:30am, Steve (one of the RAs) voice blares over the speaker system...
"Hellooooooo....it's time to get uppppp everyoneeeeeeeeeee!!!! This is your wakeeuppp calllll.....Rise and shinneeeeee". It it hadn't been 7:30am, I would have laughed.
The night before, a girl named Lizzy and I had the bright idea to split a bottle of wine and chat for three hours. It would have been no biggie if we had only had one bottle. I'm not a huge drinker, but I TOTALLY overindulged (so did she) and we ended up staggering back to our rooms giggling at midnight.
When we got our wakeup calls, I sorta felt like death.
I skipped breakfast to shower. Thankfully, Nisi brought me a pastry. The whole class loaded up on busses and drove for three hours to Pestum (southern italy). The only reason we stopped at Pestum is to see some well preserved Greek temples. I have pictures, and four lucky people get postcards from Pestum! Well--three of you, my parents have automatic dibs.
From Pestum, it is only about an hour to Pompeii. When we got to the hotel, we checked in, ate dinner, then had a lecture until about 11:10pm. We were all sleepwalking by the time it was over and stumbled up to bed.
This morning, we got up around 7am, scarfed down some croissants, and went straight to the ancient city of Pompeii. Once there, we had another lecture and split into groups. Dr. Hatlie took one group, and Dr. Flusche took another. Just like in our tour of St. Peter's we each had a portable radio-like-thingie with a headset that allowed us to listen to the prof. as she spoke through a microphone. This is an AMAZING invention, as it means that I can stray quite a ways from where the prof. is standing and still hear them clear as a bell.
THREE HOURS we walked around this hot, dusty ancient ruin. THREEE HOURRRSSSSS--way too long considering the heat.
I can't describe this place to you very well, you're gonna have to look at pictures once I manage to get them all up. We did go into an ancient brothel...no pictures of that i am afraid.
When the visit was over, we picked up our bag lunches and sat wherever we could find a seat to eat. Those who wanted to could then take the bus to climb Mt. Vesuvias--a volcano that is still active and hasn't erupted since the 1940s. I didn't go. I was hot and tired, and ended up walking around the town a bit before going back to the hotel to take a nap.
When I woke up, I did some homework before dinner. While we were eating, there was a musical group playing ancient Roman music--no joke!
These guys study ancient instruments and such and reproduce them--complete with dance and costumes. It was pretty cool to watch.
After dinner, Denise, Shelsea, Anne, Lacy, and a new friend named Michael all went down into the down (near the Bay of Naples) for drinks. Curfew on trips is at midnight, so we had to hurry back.
Tomorrow, we leave for Naples at 10am and visit a museum there (anoootheerrr lecture) and then we are FREE until Monday at 2 when we have class again.
Shelsea, Anne, Denise, and I are going to CAPRI!
Blogspot tells me that there are now four of you who follow this blog, for which I am very flattered. Woot!
Yesterday morning, every dorm at the UD campus got the oddest wakeup call EVER. Each room has a phone, and apparently the phones all can act as speakers if need be. Well, at 7:30am, Steve (one of the RAs) voice blares over the speaker system...
"Hellooooooo....it's time to get uppppp everyoneeeeeeeeeee!!!! This is your wakeeuppp calllll.....Rise and shinneeeeee". It it hadn't been 7:30am, I would have laughed.
The night before, a girl named Lizzy and I had the bright idea to split a bottle of wine and chat for three hours. It would have been no biggie if we had only had one bottle. I'm not a huge drinker, but I TOTALLY overindulged (so did she) and we ended up staggering back to our rooms giggling at midnight.
When we got our wakeup calls, I sorta felt like death.
I skipped breakfast to shower. Thankfully, Nisi brought me a pastry. The whole class loaded up on busses and drove for three hours to Pestum (southern italy). The only reason we stopped at Pestum is to see some well preserved Greek temples. I have pictures, and four lucky people get postcards from Pestum! Well--three of you, my parents have automatic dibs.
From Pestum, it is only about an hour to Pompeii. When we got to the hotel, we checked in, ate dinner, then had a lecture until about 11:10pm. We were all sleepwalking by the time it was over and stumbled up to bed.
This morning, we got up around 7am, scarfed down some croissants, and went straight to the ancient city of Pompeii. Once there, we had another lecture and split into groups. Dr. Hatlie took one group, and Dr. Flusche took another. Just like in our tour of St. Peter's we each had a portable radio-like-thingie with a headset that allowed us to listen to the prof. as she spoke through a microphone. This is an AMAZING invention, as it means that I can stray quite a ways from where the prof. is standing and still hear them clear as a bell.
THREE HOURS we walked around this hot, dusty ancient ruin. THREEE HOURRRSSSSS--way too long considering the heat.
I can't describe this place to you very well, you're gonna have to look at pictures once I manage to get them all up. We did go into an ancient brothel...no pictures of that i am afraid.
When the visit was over, we picked up our bag lunches and sat wherever we could find a seat to eat. Those who wanted to could then take the bus to climb Mt. Vesuvias--a volcano that is still active and hasn't erupted since the 1940s. I didn't go. I was hot and tired, and ended up walking around the town a bit before going back to the hotel to take a nap.
When I woke up, I did some homework before dinner. While we were eating, there was a musical group playing ancient Roman music--no joke!
These guys study ancient instruments and such and reproduce them--complete with dance and costumes. It was pretty cool to watch.
After dinner, Denise, Shelsea, Anne, Lacy, and a new friend named Michael all went down into the down (near the Bay of Naples) for drinks. Curfew on trips is at midnight, so we had to hurry back.
Tomorrow, we leave for Naples at 10am and visit a museum there (anoootheerrr lecture) and then we are FREE until Monday at 2 when we have class again.
Shelsea, Anne, Denise, and I are going to CAPRI!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Campania Trip
When we go to Pompei and Naples tomorrow, we will be staying at the Vesuvian Intitute--I forgot to mention that in the schedule.
You know you go to UD when.......
You know you go to UD when you realize how many "Your mom" jokes you can make about
Oedipus.........
--Said Amanda this morning
ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oedipus.........
--Said Amanda this morning
ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
My Schedule
So, as some of you were wondering about my travel plans in future, this is where I am going to be....
Today is September 9th
Sept 10 Rome, on Campus
Sept 11-12 Pompei and Naples with school
Sept 12-13 CAPRI with friends!!!
Sept 14-16 Rome, on Campus
Sept 16 Field Trip to the Ara Pacis
Sept 17-20 First free weekend for travel--- Sorrento, most likely, with friends
Sept 21 Exam!
Sept 21-24 Rome, on Campus
Sept 23 Field Trip to the Forum
Sept 24 Exam!
Sept 25-27 Second free weekend for travel
Sept 28-Oct 1 Rome, on Campus
Sept 30 Field trip to San Clemente and an exam!!
Oct 2-11 GREECE TRIP!!
Oct 12-15 Rome, on campus
Oct 14 Field trip to the Tempietto
Oct 15-18 Third free weekend for travel
Oct 19-22 Rome, on campus
Oct 21 Field Trip to Vatican Museums
Oct 22 Exam!
Oct 23- Nov 1 FALL BREAK (10 DAY!!!) CAMPUS CLOSES AND WE MUST LEAVE
Nov 1--6 Rome, on campus
Nov 6-8 Fourth free weekend for travel
Nov 9-10 Rome, on campus
Nov 11-16 School trip to VENICE FLORENCE AND ASSISI
Nov 17-20 Rome, on campus
Nov 20 Exam!
Nov 21-22 Fifth free weekend for travel
Nov 23-25 Rome, on campus
Nov 25-29 THANKSGIVING BREAK--campus is still open
Nov 30-Dec 10 Rome, on campus
Dec 2 Papal audience and field trip to baroque churches
Dec 4 field trip to the Galleria Borghese
Dec 7-10 FINAL EXAMS!~!
Dec 11 FLY HOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Today is September 9th
Sept 10 Rome, on Campus
Sept 11-12 Pompei and Naples with school
Sept 12-13 CAPRI with friends!!!
Sept 14-16 Rome, on Campus
Sept 16 Field Trip to the Ara Pacis
Sept 17-20 First free weekend for travel--- Sorrento, most likely, with friends
Sept 21 Exam!
Sept 21-24 Rome, on Campus
Sept 23 Field Trip to the Forum
Sept 24 Exam!
Sept 25-27 Second free weekend for travel
Sept 28-Oct 1 Rome, on Campus
Sept 30 Field trip to San Clemente and an exam!!
Oct 2-11 GREECE TRIP!!
Oct 12-15 Rome, on campus
Oct 14 Field trip to the Tempietto
Oct 15-18 Third free weekend for travel
Oct 19-22 Rome, on campus
Oct 21 Field Trip to Vatican Museums
Oct 22 Exam!
Oct 23- Nov 1 FALL BREAK (10 DAY!!!) CAMPUS CLOSES AND WE MUST LEAVE
Nov 1--6 Rome, on campus
Nov 6-8 Fourth free weekend for travel
Nov 9-10 Rome, on campus
Nov 11-16 School trip to VENICE FLORENCE AND ASSISI
Nov 17-20 Rome, on campus
Nov 20 Exam!
Nov 21-22 Fifth free weekend for travel
Nov 23-25 Rome, on campus
Nov 25-29 THANKSGIVING BREAK--campus is still open
Nov 30-Dec 10 Rome, on campus
Dec 2 Papal audience and field trip to baroque churches
Dec 4 field trip to the Galleria Borghese
Dec 7-10 FINAL EXAMS!~!
Dec 11 FLY HOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Just an Update.....
Hello folks (all...what is it?....three of you who read this)!!
I'm sorry I haven't been very devoted to this blog, but I have a lot to do on a daily basis and keeping up with this thing takes a lot more effort than you think.
So...what has been happening.....lets see....
We went on TWO very exciting and informative field trips this week. The first was to St. Peter's Bascillica (typical) and the second was to Cerveteri. Cerveteri is an Etruscan necropolis. If you ask me, it looks like Hobbiton. If you ever go, watch Lord of the Rings first and you will see what I'm talking about.
As per usual, see facebook for pictures.
Kennith has my St. Peter's notes and Denise has my Necropolis notes.
I NEED TO TYPE THEM UP!!!!
After Cerveteri (pronounced cher-vet-er-ee), students had the opportunity of going to the beach or getting dropped off at the train station to go....anywhere they wanted. The majority of those who did not choose to go to the beach went to Cinque Terre, a series of five villages all strung together. Apparrantly, you can hike from one to another.
From what I heard, a bunch of UDers took the train, hiked around, and went camping on the beach. They didn't shower for three days. Also, they had to get to wherever they went at their own expense.
Naturally, I went to the beach for free, showered, and slept in a bed.
No regrets whatsoever.
The beach was BEAUUTIFFULL. Again, pics on facebook.
While at the beach, we slashed around in the waves, laid out, and drank beer (ALWAYS drink out of a cup in Italy. If they give you a bottle of beer, ask for UN BICCHERE!!---that is, if Ispelled it right.)
Drinking out of bottles in Italy is soooo trashy.
You drink out of beer bottles in America, don't you?
When you order a Corona, you just shove a lime in the bottle and chug away, don't you?
Yes you do, don't lie.
Trashy.
Just trashy.
After the beach, we came home and were fed and put to sleep.
It was HEAVENLY. I neglected all homework and just passed right out.
Today, I paid for my laziness.
We (myself, Nisi, Elijah, Shelsea, and Anne) went Church hopping).
For Western Theological Tradition we were given an assignment to visit two churches a week and write a page about each of them. We are to include a physical description of the church in addition to a passage about how the church makes us feeeeelllll. I HATE WRITING ABOUT HOW STUFF MAKES ME FEEEEEELLLLL.
We visited the churches, and I'll post what I write about them on here so you will have a better idea of what I'm getting at.
I also wrote my first Philosophy of Man assignment; an Argument Analysis of a passage in Plato's Phaedo.
Wanna see?
To those who have already read it for editing purposes, I apologize for my redundancy....
Mira Pejovich
Professor Blue
Philosophy of Man
9 September 2009
Argument Interpretation: Phaedo 73c-75c
In the Phaedo, sections 73c-75c, Socrates explains to Simmias and Cebes that what is referred to as “learning” is actually recollection. He also expands upon the Theory of Forms a second time using the subject of Equality. Finally, Socrates proves that human knowledge of Equality must have existed before birth.
Socrates begins by stating that when someone sees an object, it will remind them of another object. For example, when a person sees a garment that someone they love usually wears, that person will think of the one they love. The loved one is then recalled to memory by the garment. This sort of recollection can occur between two things that are similar and two things that are different. When one sees a picture of their friend, they recall their friend. The friend is similar to their picture. When this kind of recollection occurs between two things, the one recalling must ask if the similarities between the two objects are lacking in any way—that is to say, whether or not they posses any major differences. If the similarities in both the object seen and the object recalled are indeed analogous and lack nothing, they can prove to be equal, or else they are unequal.
Socrates mentions that a stick is equal to a stick and a rock is equal to a rock. This is true, though it is not his main point. No two objects, no matter how equal they are, can be Equality itself. There is a distinction between the general and the particular here. Two equal sticks, themselves, are particulars. They are two equal things. They are not Equality, nor are they Inequality. They are merely an example of equality that helps to recall the idea of equality and thus better understand it.
Also, the two sticks may be equal in some senses and unequal in others. Though they are both sticks, they may be unequal in length or shape. This furthers the claim that they are not Equality itself, as Equality cannot be Inequality.
Finally, the human ability to detect similarity and equality in objects comes from the senses, claims Socrates. Humans see, smell, hear, touch, and taste things that bring into their minds the memory of another thing—this is the very act of recalling. Past things are recalled to our minds due to the similarities they share with the present. If humans gain the ability to use their senses at birth, then the ability to detect similarities and thus judge equality must be brought about around the same time.
Yeah, I know, I am awesome and philosophical now. Look out Dallas!
I'm sorry I haven't been very devoted to this blog, but I have a lot to do on a daily basis and keeping up with this thing takes a lot more effort than you think.
So...what has been happening.....lets see....
We went on TWO very exciting and informative field trips this week. The first was to St. Peter's Bascillica (typical) and the second was to Cerveteri. Cerveteri is an Etruscan necropolis. If you ask me, it looks like Hobbiton. If you ever go, watch Lord of the Rings first and you will see what I'm talking about.
As per usual, see facebook for pictures.
Kennith has my St. Peter's notes and Denise has my Necropolis notes.
I NEED TO TYPE THEM UP!!!!
After Cerveteri (pronounced cher-vet-er-ee), students had the opportunity of going to the beach or getting dropped off at the train station to go....anywhere they wanted. The majority of those who did not choose to go to the beach went to Cinque Terre, a series of five villages all strung together. Apparrantly, you can hike from one to another.
From what I heard, a bunch of UDers took the train, hiked around, and went camping on the beach. They didn't shower for three days. Also, they had to get to wherever they went at their own expense.
Naturally, I went to the beach for free, showered, and slept in a bed.
No regrets whatsoever.
The beach was BEAUUTIFFULL. Again, pics on facebook.
While at the beach, we slashed around in the waves, laid out, and drank beer (ALWAYS drink out of a cup in Italy. If they give you a bottle of beer, ask for UN BICCHERE!!---that is, if Ispelled it right.)
Drinking out of bottles in Italy is soooo trashy.
You drink out of beer bottles in America, don't you?
When you order a Corona, you just shove a lime in the bottle and chug away, don't you?
Yes you do, don't lie.
Trashy.
Just trashy.
After the beach, we came home and were fed and put to sleep.
It was HEAVENLY. I neglected all homework and just passed right out.
Today, I paid for my laziness.
We (myself, Nisi, Elijah, Shelsea, and Anne) went Church hopping).
For Western Theological Tradition we were given an assignment to visit two churches a week and write a page about each of them. We are to include a physical description of the church in addition to a passage about how the church makes us feeeeelllll. I HATE WRITING ABOUT HOW STUFF MAKES ME FEEEEEELLLLL.
We visited the churches, and I'll post what I write about them on here so you will have a better idea of what I'm getting at.
I also wrote my first Philosophy of Man assignment; an Argument Analysis of a passage in Plato's Phaedo.
Wanna see?
To those who have already read it for editing purposes, I apologize for my redundancy....
Mira Pejovich
Professor Blue
Philosophy of Man
9 September 2009
Argument Interpretation: Phaedo 73c-75c
In the Phaedo, sections 73c-75c, Socrates explains to Simmias and Cebes that what is referred to as “learning” is actually recollection. He also expands upon the Theory of Forms a second time using the subject of Equality. Finally, Socrates proves that human knowledge of Equality must have existed before birth.
Socrates begins by stating that when someone sees an object, it will remind them of another object. For example, when a person sees a garment that someone they love usually wears, that person will think of the one they love. The loved one is then recalled to memory by the garment. This sort of recollection can occur between two things that are similar and two things that are different. When one sees a picture of their friend, they recall their friend. The friend is similar to their picture. When this kind of recollection occurs between two things, the one recalling must ask if the similarities between the two objects are lacking in any way—that is to say, whether or not they posses any major differences. If the similarities in both the object seen and the object recalled are indeed analogous and lack nothing, they can prove to be equal, or else they are unequal.
Socrates mentions that a stick is equal to a stick and a rock is equal to a rock. This is true, though it is not his main point. No two objects, no matter how equal they are, can be Equality itself. There is a distinction between the general and the particular here. Two equal sticks, themselves, are particulars. They are two equal things. They are not Equality, nor are they Inequality. They are merely an example of equality that helps to recall the idea of equality and thus better understand it.
Also, the two sticks may be equal in some senses and unequal in others. Though they are both sticks, they may be unequal in length or shape. This furthers the claim that they are not Equality itself, as Equality cannot be Inequality.
Finally, the human ability to detect similarity and equality in objects comes from the senses, claims Socrates. Humans see, smell, hear, touch, and taste things that bring into their minds the memory of another thing—this is the very act of recalling. Past things are recalled to our minds due to the similarities they share with the present. If humans gain the ability to use their senses at birth, then the ability to detect similarities and thus judge equality must be brought about around the same time.
Yeah, I know, I am awesome and philosophical now. Look out Dallas!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Squirrel Nutkin
Dr. Hatlie tells us that if we have a nickname that we would like to go by, feel free to share it.
Kenneth raises his hand.
Could you call me Squirrel Nutkin after the Beatrix Potter novels?
Alrighty.
Kenneth raises his hand.
Could you call me Squirrel Nutkin after the Beatrix Potter novels?
Alrighty.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Here is an Example of a GOOD bad Idea....
After a LONG day of class, with a decent sized stack of reading to do for class tomorrow, going to Albano with some new friends instead of going straight back to campus for dinner, study, and bed.
Dinner in Albano then consisting of gelato and beer.
hmm.......ok, you are asking yourself wherein this idiocy lies the good idea......
WALKING back to campus from Albano instead of taking the bus. Sweating for two miles really wakes you up. I read like mad tonight! Go me!!
Dinner in Albano then consisting of gelato and beer.
hmm.......ok, you are asking yourself wherein this idiocy lies the good idea......
WALKING back to campus from Albano instead of taking the bus. Sweating for two miles really wakes you up. I read like mad tonight! Go me!!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Gelato
The teeny town of Albano is absolutely adorable. There is a huge grocery store, a little shopping to be done, and the best gelato I have had thus far.
I forget the name of the gelateria, but it's straight down the street on your right after the bus drops you off. Prices range from 1-5 Euro depending on the size you want--THEY LOAD YOU UP!
The purpose of this post is not to write about Albano, but the entire gelato-thing here in Italy. It is part of the culture, and if you don't like it, stay home.
Gelaterias in Italy are more common that Starbucks in NY. The prices are all pretty much the same, as are the flavors. I am of the opinion that the quality differs, depending on where you go. Some gelato is a little too melty for my taste. This sounds odd, but we have really hard ice cream back home.
Another thing---who came up with BALLS of ice cream? Was that the US? Italy doesn't do it. They use flat scoop like things instead. If anyone knows who invented the ice cream scoop as we Americans know it, do tell.
Anyway, here are some flavors for you (because sometimes, as in the gelateria in Albano, it is not obvious what the flavors are in English) I am not going to even begin to pretent that I did this myself. I found it online
ACE- orange carrot and lemon
After Eight- Creme de Menthe
Albicocca- apricot
Amarena- Cherry
Ananas-pineapple
Arancia- Orange
Bacio-chocolate hazelnut
Banana
Biscotto-biscotti
Caffe- Coffee
Cassata- cream with dried fruit and dark chocolate chunks
Champagne
Cioccolato-chocolate
Cioccolato Biano- White Chocolate
Cioccomenta- Chocolate Mint
Cocco- coconut
Cocomero-watermelon
Cubana- Chocolate Cream with Coffee
Eolie- cherry and nuts
Fichi- fig
Fiore di Fragola- strawberry vanilla
Fior di Latte- cream
Fior di Panna- cream?
Formmagio- cheesecake
Fragola- Strawberry
Frutti di Bosco- Mixed Fruit
Gianduia- chocolate and hazelnut
Kiwi
Lampone-raspberry
Limoncello
Limone- lemon <-------ONE OF MY FAVORITES~!!!!
Lipari- rich pistacchio
Liquirizzia- Liquorice
Malaga- Rum Raisin
Mango
Marron Glace- Chestnut
Mascarpone-cream cheese
Mela Verde- green apple
Melone-cantalope
Mirtillo- blueberry
Mora- blackberry
Nutella- chocolate & hazelnut
Nocciola- hazelnut
Noce- walnut
Pera- pear
Pesca- peach
Pinoli- pine nut?
Pistacchio
Pompela Rosa- pink grapefruit
Riso- rice
Stracciatella-choc chip <-----ONE OF MY FAVORITES
Tiramisu
Torrone- nougat
Vaniglia-vanilla
Visciola-?
Yogurt
Zabaione- Eggs and marsala
Zuppa Inglese- Trifle cherrie and chocolate
To anyone who has ever heard me bitching about how the chocolate chips in mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip ice cream aren't big enough---I HAVE FOUND THEM!!!!
They are REAL chips of chocolate (big ones too!!) and they are delicciousss.....
Here is another cool thing about getting gelato in Italy, it doesn't matter when you get it!
There are several rules in Italy about WHEN you can eat/drink certain things. NEVER order a cappucino after 10am!!! Never eat dinner before 8pm (even though we eat at 7 on campus)!!!! Things like that. GELATO CAN BE EATEN ANY TIME AFTER 11am-ish.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Enjoy!!
Ciao!
Mira
I forget the name of the gelateria, but it's straight down the street on your right after the bus drops you off. Prices range from 1-5 Euro depending on the size you want--THEY LOAD YOU UP!
The purpose of this post is not to write about Albano, but the entire gelato-thing here in Italy. It is part of the culture, and if you don't like it, stay home.
Gelaterias in Italy are more common that Starbucks in NY. The prices are all pretty much the same, as are the flavors. I am of the opinion that the quality differs, depending on where you go. Some gelato is a little too melty for my taste. This sounds odd, but we have really hard ice cream back home.
Another thing---who came up with BALLS of ice cream? Was that the US? Italy doesn't do it. They use flat scoop like things instead. If anyone knows who invented the ice cream scoop as we Americans know it, do tell.
Anyway, here are some flavors for you (because sometimes, as in the gelateria in Albano, it is not obvious what the flavors are in English) I am not going to even begin to pretent that I did this myself. I found it online
ACE- orange carrot and lemon
After Eight- Creme de Menthe
Albicocca- apricot
Amarena- Cherry
Ananas-pineapple
Arancia- Orange
Bacio-chocolate hazelnut
Banana
Biscotto-biscotti
Caffe- Coffee
Cassata- cream with dried fruit and dark chocolate chunks
Champagne
Cioccolato-chocolate
Cioccolato Biano- White Chocolate
Cioccomenta- Chocolate Mint
Cocco- coconut
Cocomero-watermelon
Cubana- Chocolate Cream with Coffee
Eolie- cherry and nuts
Fichi- fig
Fiore di Fragola- strawberry vanilla
Fior di Latte- cream
Fior di Panna- cream?
Formmagio- cheesecake
Fragola- Strawberry
Frutti di Bosco- Mixed Fruit
Gianduia- chocolate and hazelnut
Kiwi
Lampone-raspberry
Limoncello
Limone- lemon <-------ONE OF MY FAVORITES~!!!!
Lipari- rich pistacchio
Liquirizzia- Liquorice
Malaga- Rum Raisin
Mango
Marron Glace- Chestnut
Mascarpone-cream cheese
Mela Verde- green apple
Melone-cantalope
Mirtillo- blueberry
Mora- blackberry
Nutella- chocolate & hazelnut
Nocciola- hazelnut
Noce- walnut
Pera- pear
Pesca- peach
Pinoli- pine nut?
Pistacchio
Pompela Rosa- pink grapefruit
Riso- rice
Stracciatella-choc chip <-----ONE OF MY FAVORITES
Tiramisu
Torrone- nougat
Vaniglia-vanilla
Visciola-?
Yogurt
Zabaione- Eggs and marsala
Zuppa Inglese- Trifle cherrie and chocolate
To anyone who has ever heard me bitching about how the chocolate chips in mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip ice cream aren't big enough---I HAVE FOUND THEM!!!!
They are REAL chips of chocolate (big ones too!!) and they are delicciousss.....
Here is another cool thing about getting gelato in Italy, it doesn't matter when you get it!
There are several rules in Italy about WHEN you can eat/drink certain things. NEVER order a cappucino after 10am!!! Never eat dinner before 8pm (even though we eat at 7 on campus)!!!! Things like that. GELATO CAN BE EATEN ANY TIME AFTER 11am-ish.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Enjoy!!
Ciao!
Mira
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