Showing posts with label italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label italy. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Leaving Italy



Galleria Vittorio Emanuele in Milan

AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH I'M HOME! IT'S DEVASTATING!

Our final night in Florence was a hoot. We opted to go out for the pub crawl again since, hey, we had a blast the first time. It just got better! There were about 45 people out. Our crawl guide Matt made sure that I was around when they ordered hot wings at the Red Garter, since he knew how badly I've been craving them. Long story short, the night involved a TON of walking. I was prettymuch crippled by the next morning... My feet were seriously swollen to about double size, you couldn't make out any bones in them, and they were in excruciating pain...

The last few days in Milan with my friends were grand. We took it easy once we got there as we were all in various stages of being sick. One day we went out to see some Milan sights like the duomo (the second largest cathedral in the world, after St. Peters at the Vatican, and the largest gothic cathedral in the world), and the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele (a 19th century glass-domed mall). We had a great lunch at the Obika Mozzarella Bar on top of the Rinascente department store beside the duomo, and got to do a tasting of three different mozzarellas (the smoked one won). In the evenings we went out to the navigli (canals) district and had apertivo (where you pay about 10 euros and get a drink and all-you-can-eat hors d'oeuvres). Milan is weird in August... it really is like a post-apocalyptic ghost town... there are no people and everything is closed, but the navigli district was hopping at night and it was especially great for people watching. On our second night there, our new French aerospace engineering friends joined us and we walked the city til the early morn.

Yesterday we took the train from Milan to Rome. Stacey and Tamara went out for one last walk around Rome while I stayed in and attempted (unsuccessfully) to sleep off my sickness. We had dinner near Trastavere, ordered too much, gave our leftovers to a very grateful homeless man, and then called it an early night.

Today I flew back direct from Rome to Toronto. The plane was daycare central, but the screaming kids didn't bother me as much as my own congestion. Fortunately I had some good movies to distract me from my misery (I highly recommend Never Let Me Go, but don't watch it on a plane if you don't want strangers to see you crying...).

Now I am home. I'm so dazed that it hasn't totally hit me yet, but I know that I am absolutely 100% not ready to be back here. It's going to be so so hard adjusting back to "real life"... Although I am psyched to see all my friends and get incredible wings tomorrow! Wish me luck... (And thanks for reading my blog this summer!)

Pub crawl on our last night in Florence

Matt and I enjoying wings at the Red Garter

Wings! Yay!

Bomba... the grenade-shaped energy drink that makes your jaw ache and your teeth sting


Outside the Duomo in Milan

Navigli area of Milan
Back in Canada, reunited with my puppy who apparently isn't a puppy anymore...

Friday, August 12, 2011

Friends in Italy... Part Three

Pizza from O'Vesuvio


Very tired. This will be brief.

PIzza the other night was awesome. Outdoor club was closed for the season, which was devastating, so we went to an indoor place called Space instead. Had lots of fun.... but not as much as we could have. One of my Pisa friends, Mike, came down to join us which was nice.

Yesterday we took the train to Siena and strolled around the beautiful city, making frequent stops in stores. I bought a fantastic sweater (see picture below. We had really good gourmet gelato from a place called Grom. We relaxed with a drink on the patio of the Irish pub, and all of a sudden I heard my name and turned around to see my friend and ex-student Stephanie. She's in Siena with the U of T study abroad program.

We got back to Florence, and Stacey opted to stay in for the night to get some much-needed rest. I thumb my nose at sleep. Tamara and I went out. We joined a pub crawl because one of the crawl guides, Matt, had given us a flyer the day before and we figured it sounded actually pretty good. For 18 euros we got an hour of open bar, a free shot at 4 bars afterwards, and entrance to Space. We had an absolute blast and met some cool people, including a group of aerospace engineering students from France. One of them is from Avignon. We had a long conversation about the bridge. Apparently it's underwhelming and in need of repair.

Things got dramatic when one of the French guys found out that a friend from home had committed suicide. There was lots of crying and consoling. We felt terrible for him, but I also felt bad for Matt as it was his first time being in charge of the crawl on his own, and this was quite a disastrous thing to have to deal with. I helped convince the french guys that their friend needed to go home and sleep. Once that downer was rectified, the night continued and we had an awesome time. Also, I've mentioned how I have run into my Turkish friend, Emre, on two separate occasions in Florence. Guess who tapped me on the shoulder last night...

Today the girls and I had a hardcore shopping day. It was successful. Got a gorgeous studded tuscan buffalo-leather collar for my dog, an awesome multi-functional schoolbag/laptop-tote for myself, and some cool clothes too. The second suitcase I bought the other day is pretty full...

Need 20 minute nap before we head out now for another night on the town. Tomorrow we catch the train at 8:30am for Milan (we couldn't go to Venice for the day as planned since the trains were sold out. It's probably for the best...).

Ciao


Stacey's karaoke skills on the bottom floor of Space (they keep the microphones turned off... a genius idea)

In the Campo of Siena

Pub Crawlin' with our new French friends

My turkish friend who pops up everywhere

My new bag, can also be made into a briefcase, messenger and a backpack

My new bag, can also be made into a tote, messenger and a backpack

New sweater from Siena

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Friends in Italy... Part One



Colloseum


So my two friends arrived this weekend... Tamara on Saturday from Toronto, and Stacey on Sunday from Miami... and we're having a blast! It's one thing to be in Italy enjoying myself and meeting new people, but its something else entirely getting to share it with people from home...

On Saturday night after Tamara arrived at the Rome airport, we had dinner and drinks near the pantheon. It was "happy hour", which meant that cocktails went from being "ridiculously expensive" to "moderately expensive". Later on that night, we attempted to find one of Rome's infamous Pub Crawls. Wandering aimlessly around the city center, a girl suddenly came up to us and said "you look like you're looking for the pub crawl!". Wild... so we joined the group of Brits and Canadians (a bunch from Brampton... small world!) and had a great time.

I went to the airport early the next morning to meet Stacey who is in Europe for the first time ever! I'm honored to be her first-time tour guide. Once we got back and checked into our hotel with Tamara, we went out for a rigorous day of Roman sight-seeing, including the colosseum, the pantheon, the trevi fountain, and the spanish steps. By evening we were aching and exhausted, and quite happy to go to dinner at the restaurant I'd read good reviews of and made reservations at. The restaurant was called the Taverna dei Fori Imperiali. It ended up being fantastic (Stacey's gnocchi with black truffle and veal ragu being the hit of the night) and the restaurant had pictures on the walls of celebrities who had eaten there, like Al Pacino and Woody Allen. After dinner we stopped by a great wine shop near the Trevi Fountain, where the friendly staff forced samples on us... truffle spread, cheese, olive oil, liqueurs, wine... we ended up buying a bottle of white to enjoy by the Trevi Fountain.

Yesterday morning We caught the train from Rome to Florence, and then tried to find our hotel. I get a little disoriented in the area north of the station, so I had to stop and ask to make sure we were headed in the right direction. I stopped at one little shop where the man responded to my question "which way is Via Guido Monaco?" (asked politely in Italian) with an abrupt "beh?" multiple times. I finally gave up with him and ran to a hotel nearby to ask, while Stacey and Tamara waiting by the abrupt man's shop. Apparently he came outside to tell them that he wouldn't help me because I "wasn't nice". I didn't realize my direction requests were rude...

We found the hotel, and it's really fantastic, especially considering the great price we got our room for. Once we settled in, we set out for some lunch. I planned on taking the girls to the truffled sandwich place I discovered last month, only to discover that it's CLOSED for the holidays! It closed three days ago! Devastating. So we ended up grabbing a bite on the scenic rooftop terrace of the Rinascente. Then we wandered around, through the leather market by the Porcellino, where Stacey bought a fabulous leather bag. I'm tempted to get my own, in a different colour... it's about time I had a grown-up bag to carry my laptop and stuff in. I have a few days to mull it over though. Then we wandered over ponte vecchio, and then headed to Vivoli, my gelato place, which was... CLOSED FOR HOLIDAYS AS OF YESTERDAY! COULD MY LIFE GET ANY WORSE? Ok I'm being dramatic. But still. So upsetting. I feel like I let the girls down. Today I'm going to find another good gelato place that I went to before...

Then we made our way back to the hotel, via the station where we did a bit of shopping. Stopped by the Conad supermarket and picked up some 1 euro cartons of wine. For dinner we went to a restaurant on the other side of the Arno that I'd read good reviews of, called Quattro Leoni. Despite cranky service (they wouldn't bring us olive oil for our bread if we didn't pay, and they brought Stacey's main at the same time as our appetizers) the food was really good! Tamara and Stacey were big fans of my pappa al pomodoro (traditional Tuscan tomato and bread stew). After dinner, we stopped by a trendy-looking little gelateria nearby where Stacey had great mint gelato made with fresh mint. Then we took our cartons of 1 euro wine to the bridge and enjoyed the view and the company for a few hours.

Today at noon, an old friend from elementary/highschool, Heather, and her friend from university, Jenelle, arrive in Florence as a part of their current eurotrip. Should be fun!

Colloseum

Extraordinary repairs...?

View from Piazza Venezia

Enjoying some evening wine by the Trevi Fountain

Scary doll!

One-euro wine in Florence

Sten, a well-known Roman graffiti artist

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Italy, Sickness, and PhotoShoots



So apparently I have less than 2 weeks left here! I can't believe how quickly this summer has gone! Fortunately I have some awesome travel plans for after my internship, so the fun doesn't end just yet.

The last few days were kind of a bummer for me. I've had a really bad cold. Yesterday was the worst. I hadn't slept the night before due to congestion, and I was certifiably insane and delirious. No fun. It sucked for Katie too because she had to listen to my nose blowing and sneezing and sniffing. And I had to ask her to take my tour yesterday morning. Her ingenuity totally saved me last night though. In the afternoon she said "Ally, maybe you should have a glass of wine before bed", to which I responded "that is the best idea I've ever heard". So at 10pm we settled into bed to watch Arthur (good movie by the way) and I had 3 glasses of red wine. Passed out within 30 minutes. Slept for 7 hours straight. Magic.

Speaking of movies, we also watched Source Code which was surprisingly good. And we watched the entire Human Planet series. If you haven't seen it, you should.

Anyways, I felt a million times better today and went in at 9:30am to do my tour. Now, I don't know if I've explained the Italian mentality about sickness yet, but let me do it now. Italians are ridiculous about sickness! I've been sick twice this summer, the first time with a stomach bug, this time with a cold. Both times I felt pretty crappy for a day or two, but neither has been a huge deal. All I need is some extra sleep and water. But Signor Gori and everyone else here essentially had me written off as dead as soon as they heard I was sick. Today when I showed up, he was like "Why are you here?? I'll call in a doctor!! Don't do your tour!" and I had to explain that "no really, I feel great.. It was just a cold....". It was the same thing the other time I got sick. When I showed up at the office to check my email, they looked like they were seeing a ghost. "How are you here?? Go home!! We're going to call you a doctor!".

Hilarious.

Anyways, not much else is new here. I'm dreading thinking about packing. It's not like I've really bought much, it's just that I had a lot of things to start with. Tonight we're going for our last grocery trip of the summer. I'm really excited. I've been out of yogurt for the last few days and I want to eat as much amazing european yogurt as possible before I go home. If you want to make a lot of money, produce coconut yogurt with crunchy chocolate balls in it, and then sell it in north america. I'll buy all of it.

On Sunday Katie and I went outside at sunset to do a mini photoshoot in front of our apartment and in the vineyard. Below are some of the pictures we got. Enjoy.











Thursday, June 23, 2011

YIIP Questions

I was just looking through the York International Internship Program Blog (basically the centralized starting point for all of the interns' blogs) and I saw that they people at YIIP posed some new questions to us, which I will attempt to answer here:

1) What are some of the big differences you are noticing between Canada and your host country?

Well for one thing, the day plays out much differently. A huge emphasis is placed on lunch (during which ALL stores and restaurants close), and quite often a nap after lunch. Then the day resumes at 3pm or so, and carries on until 11pm, midnight, or later. We regularly hear children out playing past 11pm on weeknights! The approach to children is different here too. Parents seem less strict, and children are generally allowed to run around and be little hellions even at fancy restaurants, at airports, etc. And of course there are the males... very pushy. A message to all you shy, awkward Canadian boys... Never change!

Fashion is different here too. A lot of things most Canadians would never be caught dead in are totally alright here. Like fanny packs. And rhinestoned sequined cartoon character t-shirts. And man-pris. And parachute pants. And girls wearing knee-high leather cowboy-style boots with shorts when it's upwards of 35˚C out. Oh, and guys shaving their legs before the beach. Oh, and women not shaving at all.

2) For those of you in countries where smoking is allowed in the office, restaurants, everywhere, does it seem odd to you?

Not really... I've done enough travelling around Europe and other countries where smoking is more permitted than it is in Canada. It's just sort of a cultural thing like their coffee-drinking habits, or their preference for fizzy water vs. flat water.

3) Are you treated differently / given special treatment because you are North American or Canadian?

Yes. Stared at on the bus. Ogled in the streets. I'm assuming it's because of my pasty white skin and my obvious non-Italian fashion sense? Visitors to the collection always tell me I need to get a tan (to which I respond "this IS my tan! I'm off-white instead of eggshell!"). Italians also constantly make fun of the way I pronounce some things and the way I roll my Rrrr's. But it's not like I get hugely different treatment. The fact that I speak decent Italian puts me one step above the tourists. And as soon as locals hear where I'm working, they are rather impressed.

4) Do you feel more at home now in your host country or do you still feel like a visitor?

I feel very much at home! Katie and I were talking about it the other day, and we both feel like, rather than gradually getting homesick, we're just feeling more and more comfortable being here. We know the bus schedule, we know the train system, we have our favourite stores and regular restaurants and bars. We have friends here and know some of the locals. I'm at the point where I can't get into a taxi in Pistoia without the driver remembering me from another time.

5) Have you had any cravings since you have been abroad? Has it been easy to satisfy those cravings?

YES, and NO! I'm desperately craving chicken wings, Strongbow cider, and Indian food. The wings have been the hardest to find. When I went to Rome on June 3rd, I found an Irish pub that served chicken wings and I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. And they weren't even that good! A message to all my friends: August 18th, the day after I get back, we are going to Beaver and Bulldog. Pen it in.

That Irish pub also had Magners Cider, which was great to have after having nothing but wine for a month. As for the Indian food, there are some Indian restaurants around... one in Pistoia and a couple in Florence. I've made three attempts now to get to ones in Florence, but my timing is always horrendous... I show up just after they've stopped lunch service. Tomorrow I'm going to Florence after work JUST to get to Indian food. I am not making any other plans. I am getting Indian food. Maybe I'll see the Boboli and/or Bardini gardens. But not if it interferes with Indian food. If I have room after Indian food, maybe I'll get a cannoli. Or maybe I'll just get more naan, roll it in a tube, and fill it with some saag paneer.

I don't know if this counts as a craving, but I'm also desperately missing my puppy Cornelius (see pictures below). My mom's keeping me supplied with photos though, and hopefully this week she'll figure out Skype so I can Skype with him (I've done it before... it's adorable how confused he gets by my sudden 2-dimensionality. "Ally! Whatcha doin' in that flat box?!")

6) Have you splurged on anything since you have been abroad?

I've been pretty good compared to how I usually spend, but my trip to croatia was a bit of a splurge. The flight wasn't super cheap, but it was definitely worth it! Croatia was incredible! I splurged a bit in Croatia too... I think I spent more money in my first hour in Split than I did in my first month in Italy. Got myself a nice little pink leather diesel wallet, some ceramic salt and pepper shakers (they're two sailors and they sit in a little ceramic rowboat), a fridge magnet, a leather studded bracelet... The other day I splurged a bit on myself was my birthday in Florence. I got myself a really funky magenta leather studded belt from a great store called Fornerina, some jewelry from a cute store near the station, a dress from H&M, a top from OVS... So long story short, I've splurged a bit on clothes and jewelry, but considering it was only twice in 2 months, I guess it's not that bad. Otherwise, all my money is going towards travelling (which I'm trying to do a lot of, but inexpensively) and food (I was raised to appreciate a good meal. I've been appreciating many). Oh, and I also splurged on a mani-pedi the other day as well as a pedi in Croatia, but it could be argue that the pedicures were 100% necessary... after a couple days on the job here at Celle, with all the walking around, my feet look like veritable mangled ogre feet. Yuck.

7) Is there anything you have abroad that you wish Canada had?

Five litre jugs of wine for 5 euros ($7). And a chocolate shop at the foot of my driveway. And lemon trees outside my apartment with fresh lemons whenever I want them.

8) Are you addressed with new terms of respect?

In Italian, the formal way to address someone (the formal way of saying "you") is to say "Lei", which means "she". So regardless of whether you are speaking to a man or woman to whom you need to speak formally, you use "Lei". For example, if you are saying "you are very kind", you say "Lei è molto gentile" which translates to "She is very kind". It's very confusing. It's even more confusing when people on my tours address me this way, especially since they're usually older than me! It's sort of neat how this position (tour guide of a very famous art collection) accords me a higher status of sorts.

The wings and Magners I got in Rome
Cornelius on his throne
Cornelius messing up the garden

Cornelius playing with a giant bumble bee

5L 5-euro wine

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Turning Point

I've decided it's time for another required post... the topic: Turning Point.

I'm essentially using this post as an announcement that I've decided I'm going to hold myself accountable for seeing as much as possible while I'm here. The last time I was in Italy a few years ago, I barely left Florence (except for a couple day trips to Chianti, Siena, Pisa, and a weekend in Rome) because it was just too stifling hot to get up the energy to go further afield. As a result, I passed on trips to Cinque Terre and Venice.

This time, I've also been sticking fairly close to my home base in Pistoia, as it is very remote here and takes quite a bit of time and effort to get anywhere. Although I have gotten away a few times, so far to Croatia, Florence, Rome, Viareggio and Lucca, I have decided that from this point onwards I'm going to make the effort to see as many places as possible (as soon as possible... the deadly weather is imminent!).

The next couple weekends I'm going to make it my mission to get to Bologna, Parma, and possibly Perugia (although the train schedule to Perugia will make it a bit of a hassle). By the end of July I aim to have made it to Venice and Cinque Terre. Then in August I'll be able to knock Palermo and Milan off my list!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Parents in Italia

My parents and their friends during their tour of Celle

This past week my genitori (parents) were visiting Italy with their friends. It wasn't their first time in Italy, so rather than racing around to see the sites, they were able to just relax and enjoy the tuscan lifestyle for a few days. They stayed at a beautiful villa about 15 minutes from where I'm living, named Villa San Simone. On their first day they picked me up and took me for groceries (a MASSIVE favor considering what a mission it is to get groceries here) and then I went back to Villa San Simone for dinner with them. The couple who owns the Villa, Sandro and Lydia, are extremely nice, and the dinner that Lydia cooked for us was incredible. Zucchini risotto, melon & prosciutto, flaky bread sticks, a variety of cheeses, caprese salad, onion frittata (best frittata I've ever had) and so much more. Dessert was homemade yogurt gelato, and I would sell my right arm to have some more. It was incredible!

Another day of my parents' visit, after I finished work for the day, I joined them in an afternoon trip to the walled city of Lucca, which was very pretty.

On the thursday, my parents and their friends John & June came to Villa Celle for a tour of the collection. They thoroughly enjoyed it, and afterwards we had lunch in the house with Katie and Miranda and Signor Gori. It was cool that my parents got to see first hand where I've been living and working, and who I've been living and working with.

On Friday I was supposed to go to a big lunch with my parents at a big farm called La Petraia in Radda in Chianti (about 2 hours from here). Unfortunately, though, I had a dental problem (a piece of my tooth broke off) and the only time I could get in to see the dentist (Signor Gori's daughter) was Friday afternoon, so I had to miss lunch, which was unfortunate because A) as nice as Signor Gori's daughter Patrizia is, going to the dentist is never fun, B) I passed out when she started the reconstruction surgery... soooo embarrassing, and C) my parents informed me that the lunch at La Petraia was THE MOST incredible meal they have EVER had.

Last night was my parents' last night in Italy and they spent the night at their favourite hotel in Florence, Antica Torre di via Tornabuoni. Via Tornabuoni is Florence's posh shopping street (Tiffany & Co, Gucci, etc.) and the hotel is as nice as you would expect from that area. I joined them in the evening for a buffet dinner on the rooftop terrace of the hotel (see pictures below).

Now they're gone and I'm facing a busy week at work! Well... not so much busy as tedious. I'm burning 20GB of documents and images onto DVD, and the computer is taking it's sweet time....

Ciao!


Graffiti in Lucca

Church in Lucca

My mom & John during their tour of Celle

My parents during their tour of Celle

My parents and their friends during their tour of Celle

View of Florence from Terrace of Antica Torre Tornabuoni
View of Florence from Terrace of Antica Torre Tornabuoni

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Earthquake!

I know it's been a while since I posted... just sort of been waiting for something exciting to happen. 30 minutes ago I felt my first terremoto (earthquake)! So I guess that qualifies. According to my research, it was a magnitude of 3.6, so nothing dangerous, just pretty cool.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Definition of Beautiful in Italy

So I guess it's time for another one of my required posts... I have to give the definition of beautiful "where I am".

The obvious answer that you're all expecting is "a leisurely afternoon with good friends and good wine". Which is true. But an unexciting answer.

The unpoetic yet extremely true answer (for Italian men at least) is "anything with a chest and a pulse". Even that seems to be a bit of a flexible guideline. The other day at the beach I rapidly became very ill (had a bit of a bug the last few days) and at one point I'm pretty sure I didn't have much of a pulse, but that didn't stop them...

The comical answer (for Italian women) is "sequined, rhine-stoned, cartoon character t-shirts". Seriously, they're the hugest fad right now. At least 50% of the females you see (young and old) are wearing them.

My personal answer is "getting to have some alone time with nature". I spent the last year living downtown Toronto for the first time and it's been really nice to be out in the middle of nowhere again (although I'd kill to be able to get delivery once in a while). As I've mentioned a billion times, this property is incredible, and it's especially magical late at night walking up the super long driveway surrounded by forest where fireflies flicker all over the place. It feels like thousands of tiny paparazzi snapping pictures of my epic return.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Snookie, Jwoww, and Truffled Spaghetti Carbonara

Snookie and Jwoww

I'll just cut to the chase. While enjoying some truffled spaghetti carbonara (amazing) at a restaurant in Florence on my much-needed day off, the ladies of Jersey shore passed not once, but twice. Then I had to explain to the dutch couple beside me who they were and what all the fuss was about. All in all, a very successful day.

Street art in Pistoia

Incredible ricotta gnocchi made by Katie and I

Menu for the restaurant I ate at in Florence last night

Just when spaghetti carbonara can't get any better... they go and add truffles to it

Snookie and the forgettable female of Jersey Shore 
Jwoww... rear view 
My new Italian hairdresser did a great dye job!