News On a Sunny Fiorentino Day

Where am I? : The 3^rd floor logia of the Florence library looking out at the Duomo and the Bell Tower set against a beautiful blue sky streaked with clean, white clouds.

What am I listening to? : A playlist I just made entitled “Music for a Sunny Day.”

My view. (It wasn't sunny the day this picture was taken, obviously.)

I’m not going to lie, my hands are cold as I sit here typing this, but it is at that point in the year where you want so badly for it to be warm that you try to will it to be so.  I mean clearly…I brought my computer all the way to the library just to I could be outside on this sunny day.

I am trying to keep you more up to date by writing more frequent yet smaller posts.  That means you will hear about more than just the big events that go on here in my Italian life which was my original intent for this blog.  With that said, they will most likely be a more summarized version as well.  If there is something you would like to hear more about feel free to leave me a comment and I may or may not choose to address it. ;) (I am curious to see who really reads this besides my family.)

This past weekend was spent at Fierra in Danza (The Future in Dance), a dance and trade show that is supposedly one of the biggest in the world.  Thousands of people attended from all over Italy and the events included free classes, masterclasses, competitions, performances and vendors.  Every type of dance form you can think of was represented and I took my fair share of classes as well.  I am writing to you during the time I would normally be in my ballet class, but I don’t think my body would have permitted it today.

This weekend both inspired me and discouraged me.  I honestly don’t know what it is that I will end up doing with my abundance of dance training, as I am just shy of “good enough” in so many realms and types of dance.  Hopefully when the time comes I will find where am meant to be and fit in and be able to use my love of dance and performing.

I also attended a church that I love for the second time this Sunday.  The service is completely in Italian but I know enough Italian and enough of the Bible to understand through context.  It is so great to have found a church that is just like what I am used to from the U.S., here in Italy.  The same songs are sung translated into Italian and the service is much more modern than anything I have found so far.  Unfortunately, from here on out, there are very few weekends I will be home and able to attend.  It is so strange to feel time running out when I can look back and see those times where I was longing to be home a few months back.

  Me, Becca, Maleesa, Ilaria and Valentina.

With that said…What are my plans this weekend that will take me away from Firenze?  CARNIVALE!  This weekend Ilaria, Valentina, Becca and I are taking a trip to northern Italy for Carnival.  We are staying at Ilaria’s house in Padova, a short train ride from the Venezia (Venice) Carnivale celebration.  I am just as excited to go to Ilaria’s house as I am to go to Carnival.  I will finally see a bit of real Italian home life.  Pictures with my soon to be purchased masquerade mask to be posted upon my return!

I feel like our friendship with Ilaria and Valentina is finally starting to blossom beyond that of just roommates.  The five of us roommates finally went to appertivo (Italian style buffet where you order a drink and can then eat all the food you want.), we are now going to Ilaria’s house and we are making plans to visit Valentina’s house near Arezzo.  Hopefully with a fair amount of work, these will be friendships I can keep forever.

Fun fact: I decided to bring with me to Italy my sparkly, blue, “fireworks” brand pencil that I think I have been saving since middle school for “something special.”  Hold on to your hats folks!  The sparkly blue pencil has been sharpened!  What’s the special occasion?  My last semester of college!

My latest song recommendation: Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap

Round Two.

Tuesday.  Day two, second semester.  Did you forget that I was here on a study abroad program?  Don't worry, I do the same thing sometimes.  So what will I be learning this semester?  Well...that's to be determined, but the classes I am taking are as follows:

20th Century Modern Art History
Cinema Italiano (Italian Film; Taught in Italian)
The History of Ancient Rome
Grammatica Italiana (Italian Grammar)
Arte Rinasciamente(High Renaissance Art History, Taught in Italian)

I am also working out my dance schedule as I go into my second semester.  So far it looks like I will be able to take class Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday (and maybe Thursday) just like last semester, just at different times.  Tonight I am taking my first night class here in Italy.  It is kind of nice to be heading to dance in the evening.  So familiar.  It is the schedule I have had my entire life.

Bomarzo, Italia

I am excited beyond words for this weekend!  There is a dance festival at a convention center here in Firenze called Danza in Fiera (Dance in the Future) that is one of the biggest dance festivals that takes place across the world.  There is an abundance of free classes of every style of dance from argentine tango to poppin' and lockin' to classical ballet, auditions, exhibitions and performances.  I plan on packing lunch and snacks and spending my entire weekend jumping from class to class.  I will be exhausted and sore, but it will feel so good!  Hopefully this is not too good to be true and there really aren't any catches to these "free" classes!

They Are Called "Professional Pick-Pockets" for a Reason

Looking out at the view from the coast of Sorrento

Yes, it is what you are thinking.  Yours truly, the extremely careful and self-aware Caroline Dennis, was pick-pocketed on the bus in Napoli.  My passport was stolen from my small, cross-body purse which was concealed under my knee length fully buttoned winter coat.  It doesn't  matter how careful you are, it can still happen to you.  They are called professionals for a reason.  I knew within two minutes after it happened, but it doesn't matter even if the person is still on the bus with you.  There is nothing you can do.  I am not surprised it happened really...in a bus where you can barely stand because you are being pushed and shoved by pressing bodies on every side.  I just can't believe they got it out of my purse from under my knee length fully buttoned coat.  Well Napoli, you lived up to your reputation.
But life goes on and I am over it.  My budget will just be a little tighter for a while.

The view of Napoli from a castle at sunset

So, my trip.  Where did I go?  Napoli, Sorrento and the beautiful island of Ischia.
Upon arriving in Napoli and seeing the graffiti covered buildings and heaps of garbage covering the streets, Becca and I briskly walked in silence in the direction of our hostel away from the central train station.  Although neither of us said it out loud, the thought running through our head were the same. "Why are we vacationing here?"  However, as we got further and further from the train station the city began to improve a bit.  It was still a far cry from Firenze, but we were anxious to see what the city had to offer.

Some highlights of the trip:

 Gino Sorbillo Pizzeria.  The most amazing pizza I have ever eaten.  There is a reason Napoli is famous for it's pizza.  On our first night in Napoli Becca and I ate here and a guitarist came in and played for the restaurant. A man at another table started belting operatic song.  Quite an Italian experience.  There was no doubt we were in Southern Italy.  I got the "Nonna Carolina" pizza on our second visit...Grandma Caroline.  I mean, how could I not?

Ischia Sunset

The People.  The difference was extremely noticeable between Southern Italians and Italians in our area.  I loved it.  This is where the warm, welcoming stereotypes come from.  And the the men...

The Men.  Where have all the "gorgeous Italian men" been hiding?  Southern Italy.  We met two and spent a few hours with them.  One, an actor, spoke perfect English with a barely detectable accent and the other, a musician, spoke no English at all.  They were both swoon worthy.  I was Facebook friends with both by the next day.
No, we didn't take pictures with them.  Why?  I ask myself the same question.

ISCHIA!  We made friends with a tour group of old Italians and they took us on their tour for two hours before leading us to our hotel.  They were all so excited to have three young girls from another country touring with them!  If you had been there you would have felt like you were part of a movie script.

Ischia Panoramic

Beautiful day at the hotsprings

Natural Hotsprings.  Many of the best things in life are free.  This was one of them.  Water so hot we could barely touch it in some areas.  Laying out in bikinis in mid February.  In summary - the perfect day.

The view from our hotel room

Time with the Lord.  After my passport was stolen I spent a few hours talking to God.  First ranting, then thanking, then listening, then praying.  God used this unfortunate event to draw us closer even still.  I am still amazed at how much our relationship is growing this year!

Growing Up. A Love-Hate Relationship

So what has been on my mind lately?  Oddly enough, as I sit here typing from Florence Italy, I have been thinking about life after college and what that brings.  Jobs, insurance, a new car, an apartment, benefits…the list of adulthood responsibilities is OVERWHELMING.  I know, this is not something to be worried about now, but fact is, I have been thinking about it a lot.  And that’s that.

In a way though, it is a little bit exciting amidst the tremors.  For the past two years I have felt like everything is so temporary.  San Jose was temporary because it was just my home away from home…where I stayed because I was closer to school.  Here in Italy less so because this is my only home for the entire year, but I still know that come June, I will be going home.  However, as a young adult, I don’t think anything is really that permanent since you don’t really know where your life is going to take you and what it is that you will end up doing and where you will need to move to accommodate that.  I can say that after living in 2 countries, 5 states and 10 houses across the span of my lifetime, I will not spend my entire life living in one area. 

This too, is hard to say, because as the youngest of four sisters I see that growing up does not mean your life will revolve only around you and your desires just because you don’t live with your immediate family anymore.  My sister Amanda is happily married and I am the proud auntie of two nieces and a nephew.  Just in this one year away from home I have realized how special my relationship with each of them is and have had a hard time with the fact that I don’t yet have a relationship with the youngest, Amelia Josephine, who is just seven months old.  Because I grew up across the country from my extended family, I know that it is a possibility to do this and still have a special relationship with them, but I don’t think that is what I want for my relationship with Madelaine, Alasdair and Amelia.

With all this said, there is also the necessity of finding a balance of between living my life for me and living it for other people.  Both important, but how to find the balance will be an experimental process.  All of you from an older generation are probably smiling as you read this thinking, “Yep, she’s gotten to that point in life where she’s thinking about all these things…” but for me it seems like more than just ‘that phase everyone goes through.’

Well, reading this you either got more than you wanted when you clicked on my blog hoping to read exciting news about Italy and European travels, or else you got an added bonus of insight into the thoughts of girl in her twenties, living in Italy, four months away from graduating college and just four months away from ‘real’ adulthood.  Hopefully it was the later.  Thanks for stopping by! (And no, I rarely proofread so thanks for dealing with errors or strangely worded sentences!)