Saturday, April 21, 2012

Sorry

So blogging got too hard when I actually started like...doing things. So I'm sorry for the absense  abscense   the time I spent not writing it. 

Spain.


Julia's School

Us eating having finished our churros...aka a picture of nothing

Ham pringles

Robroski: smallest hampster in the world
are all of them robroski? how confusing for them

Greece.

Like pirates

Girl- "Shh, what happens on the booze cruise
stays on the booze cruise!"
Boy- 'beeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr"
Here I sat,
listening to Abba and crying on the last day.

just like mamma mia...

Apparently the only Grecian thing about Greece
was the bartender's name
View from the hotel
Swoon.

Gorgeous water land

Oh the shore

luckily the cruise put us with Danielle,
someone as not real as we are so we could finally form this girl band!

Greece is weird.

ERIN DROMGOOLE
PUT UP THE GOOD PICTURES SO I CAN PUT  THEM IN MY BLOG
or I'll put up the worse version of this picture.
and make it really big.
-caro
I think this might be the worse life summary I have ever given...two entire countries and its like 6 pictures and 20 words. SORRY I'M NOT SORRY, ARRIVEDERCI FRIENDS!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Culturedest Person


Man after I learned some things about wine (tanins!) I thought I couldn't BE any more cultured. But luckily, thanks to work, I was able to become even more fancy!

Dance:
This doesn't seem that hard.

Right after the vineyard tour, we went to see Short Time, a MaggioDanza dance show and contest at the Teatro Goldoni


Supposedly there's a secret tunnel from the basement
to Palazzo Pitti so the Medici's wouldn't have to go outside after raging...

10 choreographers! 10 minutes each! The choreographer deemed the best gets to choreograph a whole show for the dance company next season! I wrote 10 pages on this for a paper for my midterm so that is about all I want to say!


my favorite dance. so dramatic.
but lets me real, the one set to the sound of teletubbies will probably win.
the weirder art is the more trophies
I took notes in the dark for the paper I would write later and what I got was illegible notes like:

"no bones dancersers! no pants! surprise girl comes froOM sky! THighsS of ssteel. Grabage bag skirt.
All very helpful in writing my paper.

Muscle tone.
Federika, the star of swan lake got her own dance. Also to wear a skirt made of a garbage bag that was impossible to dance in. Seemed like kind of a waste of her superhuman abilities....but as I may have mentioned, I'm not arty.
All she could do in her dance was this...

I really loved the show though and it was even better than watching dance moms...maybe.


Music:
World Bach fest! A whole lot of stuff about Bach! 48 hours of not stop music even at 3, 4, 5 in the morning! All events free!
I went to one event for 20 minutes...not a good intern...


But how pretty is this room!

They even had an outdoor movie screen if you headed out-bach
hahahahah...... oh man, I'll never really be refined...
Opera:
So by sunday night, the weekend before midterms I had already done a lot of work event things. They're obviously optional but not like, conscious optional. But then I had to interview my boss, (which turned out to be truly inspiring; she has had one day off in the past month. A LIFE WITHOUT WEEKENDS?!) and she suggested we do it during the dress rehearsal of the opera Anna Bolena. I was really I agreed! When I got there, everyone was getting ready in their dressing rooms and it was so funny to see them just chatting casually about normal things in full make up.

"You think we'll be done by 12:15?
Cus I think my car meter's about to be up..."
I even got to go backstage and look around!

Some royal thrones.

An inexplicably large face.

We took our seats in the audience with just a few other people and waited for the show to start. Part of what was so funny about the show was that it's about the tudor family (british) but an italian opera so all the names are italian. 


Oh right,
the familiar historical story of Anna Bolena,
Giovanna Seymour, and King Enrico VIII.

Mariella Devia has such an amazing voice and the costumes were really crazy. Unfortunately, I am still not smart enough to appreciate opera. I've seen two now and I just can't get used to how little movement there is on stage. It probably doesn't help that I don't understand the language either, but I feel like the majority of all operas are women in big dresses lying on the floor and getting really upset. Which doesn't seem to be great for them or the dresses, really.


Opera #1, Tosca.

Opera # 2, Anna Bolena.
But I know that's just me being unmusical and having grown up watching like, cartoons of opera, aka musical theater.


What could famous and technically demanding operas possibly have on, like,
Hairspray or Legally Blonde?
Only everything probably.

If "Anna Bolena" was anything like her counterpart Anne Boleyn,
Things weren't looking great even before this enormous dagger came out of the sky.
An inadvertently ironic costume display.
 So much art. So little studying for midterms. Luckily the trendiest school in the world was keepin it cool test-wise, so I was glad I became so smart at the arts during the weekendz

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Like ten people including my boss just burst into our tiny office and instantly started an interview in about 30 seconds for other interns for this summer. WELL HI! Sorry I'm here at my desk creeping and listening to you being interviewed.

"Don't worry, she's English" someone says.
Alllrighhhtttt guysssss. Hopefully she doesn't get distracted when I leave in about 3 minutes.
The atmosphere is making me nervous...



All of these people are more qualified than me. I can't even understand Italian and I can still tell that they are. Although perhaps I should've have just stopped at I can't even understand Italian. Dio Mio.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Stuff and Things


Sorry I've been slacking on the blog front, Russia finally stopped breathing on us so it's been more tempting to go outside and actually do things instead of hiding inside and shivering at the keyboard. Here are some things...and stuff!

Last weekend we went to a real Florentine soccer game. It was fun, kind of like going to a football game except for time actually happened akin to the way it does in real life so I didn't want to die of boredom. Also people patted each other affectionally when they knocked someone to the ground instead of like, I don't growling and hitting them again like they do in America. Also we ate popcorn. Overall, very favorable experience.
Soccer, Football, Calcio! Shorts!


Liz and I at the game dressed in our
SuperFlorentine Shirts. Haa.
This weekend was actually really beautiful and we spent a lot of Saturday lying along the banks of the Arno in a very relaxing way.


photo credit laura barnum


Then the week happened. Did some stuff and things.



Chelsea and I,
exhausted after a long week of feigning normality

Then it was the weekend again!!


Tried to run to the small nearby town of Fiesole on Friday morning

Got really tired, couldn't find any of this stuff.

Beautiful sign
"With all my heart and soul I want you
to be my one and only princess!"
Can't imagine what it would say in america... probably something vulgar.

Then on Saturday we did a horseback riding, wine tasting, and vineyard tour!



Liz on a horse

My horse was named Naomi (Campbell), named for her beauty, aloof attitude, hair said Giulia, our guide.
I loved her.
Doesn't play well with others.
 I found her very easy to ride and had a great time weaving our way through beautiful vineyards beneath the sun! (Even though I hadn't been so sure about horses since reading "Riding Freedom" at the age of eight)

They only show her one eye...
I won't say why, but it has something to do with horses.
Children's books should strive to be less traumatizing...
The wine tour was really cool too except for I was kind of hungry so I didn't really care as much as I might have under other circumstances. But now I know how to sound smart by calling wine "oaky" and full of particles or something...I don't know I wasn't really paying attention. Feed me!

Ancient wine from 1835
Not really, just dusty and from 1990. If it's ancient, so am I.

A prince lives here and this is his wine!


Me and my best friend, dog


Liz and her best friend, cat.

Other dog and his best friend, rock.
(past 3 photos credit liz!)
 
Creepy street performer puppet
and its best friend gross thing


Topped of delicious lunch with wine tasting and later gelato on the way home! Such a lovely tour. I am now such a fancy person, always in the company of princes and horses and what not.


Thursday, March 1, 2012

Had lunch. I just want to be friends with the dancers...I'll never be friends with the dancers :(

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Can't say one thing correctly in Italian class but when I'm trying to haggle with someone it's only then that I know how to conjugate verbs


Give-a me-a a dizcount
da bike you sold me is le crappy!


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Got stopped by the security guard at work today. I was like UH I WORK HERE stop targeting me by my appearance. I said who I was and walked away but she was all "Wait!" and called someone to confirm my identity. What, lady?! SCUSATIMI! Then I realized hours later after listening to many long winded scales and arias that there were auditions today. Yeah duh, I'm just PRETENDING to be an intern to infiltrate the opera auditions. But actually, those theater people are crazy so I forgive her. Maybe I'll slip in and try to sing some of what I heard last Wednesday when I saw Tosca. Namely, "WAHHH wah wah wha WAHHH whaaahhh vittoria WAHHH."


Monday, February 27, 2012

Switzerland, or Cheating Death With Every Day

Switzerland!! Such a great place. It was actually hard to make ourselves leave because it's so fun and cozy there. This was my first time traveling overnight on this trip so far and it was really fun to go to a whole new country. Coming from America, Europe feels like the mini world exhibit at Epcot, we drove for a few hours and were in that short amount of time we were in an entirely different place.

We got there at 4:30 in the morning which was rough even if you did manage to sleep on the coach bus which was seemingly designed for nine year olds or people without legs and we had to wake up at 7:45 to sign up for what activities we wanted to do the next morning. So obviously after three hours of sleep we were somewhat unenthusiastic to wake up. Until we opened our blinds and saw the view. Suddenly we couldn't wait to get out there and play on the mountains! The funny farm was surprisingly nice, we even had a balcony and a view!

The view from our balcony
Funny farm delivers on all counts
Why call it that? Why have that be the design?
What went wrong here?!


Funny Farm giant dog named Schlep or something
This picture doesn't do him justice, he's the size of a small car
Breakfast may have been toast eveyday
But it was the best toast ever
Finally, a fireplace and some cozy things
It was actually really nice being somewhere northern after being in Italy for so long. For one thing they have heat there because they're not in denial that winter exists and for another, they have COFFEE. Like in a mug. That you can drink for like five whole minutes. Also, even though German is not English, sometimes it sounds like funny English and in general it feels a lot more like Vermont than anything in Italy feels like America. Also it's really pretty there and it's nice to see little wooden houses with doily window shades and little puffs of smoke coming out of the chimney. I don't hate winter or the cold, I just hate it in a place where they refuse to acknowledge it's existence!! With the backdrop of the beautiful mountains and lakes, everything is just so beautiful and quaint.



Snow and train tracks, beautiful combination
Because it was 7:45 and I hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep, I let Liz talk me into canyon jumping. You can only do it in two places in the world (here and New Zealand) so I figured I might as well. New Zealand's...really far away. I signed up with out having any idea what it was and I was scared of heights but there's not much oxygen in the mountain air so I was pretty unconcerned. We hopped on the bus at 11:30 and went off into the mountain

Yikes....

The hike up Gridelwald
and up and up and up
Finally we got there and I was terrified!! It was so peaceful and beautiful up there that I didn't really care but it seemed like a long way to fall...

Our first view of the jump...

Looking down from the platform
You pretty much fall the whole way....
Liz and I, harnessed and afraid

It was so scary watching everyone go before us. You literally just plummet like 10 stories or whatever then just as you're about to hit the ground go shooting across the canyon to the other side where it looks like you'll hit the other wall and then you swing back and forth there for awhile before they pull you in with a rope. After the first two people went, they gave us helmets because they were worried about falling icicles...right because this 1 centimeter thick piece of plastic will definitely protect me in the face of 7 foot long ice daggers. But Liz went first and didn't die so I figured I might as well.


I seriously don't know how I looked so serene

Why was I smiling?? I don't remember smiling!!

This is where I had a fear blackout and don't remember anything

Swinging
This part was really pretty over the snowy river

I swung around on the rope at the end doing acrobatics which was fun

Picture of me from where I jumped from
Can you find me?

Getting reeled in like a fish
 I was on such an adrenaline rush but a calm one, and after I felt surprisingly serene. And we didn't die wohoo!!

The next day we decided to go skiing because it's the alps!! It was such a confusing place, the base of the ski mountain is like already up a mountain so you get to the start by gondola...so different. Also the trail map was really confusing and I suspect we may have only skied on one part of an enormous mountain that we just couldn't find the rest of but it was SOOO BEAUTIFUL that who even cares. It was pretty steep though. We all feel a lot more than we expected to and were glad we invested in helmets.


Whatta View

Ski/board pros

Skiied past these goats at one point
SWITZERLAND
We astounded ourselves in our ability to not only find the bottom but also our bus and came home happy but also quite sore.

BUT NOT TO SORE FOR NIGHT SLEDDING (sledging in swiss/german)
This sounded pretty tame and non-life endangering but it was NOT. We went up a tiny gondola used to carry cows sometimes, or patrons to one of the many seemingly inaccessible restaurants located halfway up mountains in switzerland and looked out over the little villages and their lights in the basin of the mountains. So beautiful. Then we were handed a blinking light to put around our necks and a little plastic sled. There are no lights or barriers to keep you from falling off a cliff really. You keep your feet out straight and steer by putting one foot our the other down into the snow. Basically an invitation to break at least a leg. But it was so incredibly beautiful and fun. You can see anything except a little of the path and the total distance was 2.4 miles. It took about an hour and we stopped to look at a frozen waterfall and to regroup. Me, Liz, and Shannon had so much fun and I was really glad I decided to go. The dark makes everything seem even more magical. We couldn't really take pictures but it was like winding through the snowy woods of a mountain and sometimes coming around a curve and looking into a valley of lights. Then afterwards we went into a little wooden swiss restaurant and had swiss dinner and fondue, bread dipped in melted swiss cheese.



It looked a little like this but darker
and the lights were all in the valley.

After sledding, on top of skiing and flinging myself off the ledge, I was sore in all kinds of ways. Liz and I couldn't walk and even had to ask Schlep the dog for a ride upstairs to our room. Luckily he's the size of a horse so he obliged.
The next day we were leaving in the afternoon, so we just went around town.

So Northern, great

Maybe not...

Mountains, lakes, turrets!

The water is suspiciously blue
Like Carribean blue. So unexpected.

Countries really are as into their stuff as you'd expect
Heidi in Switzerland, Pinnochio in Italy
It's really a big deal.



Chocolate Swiss Army knife
OF COURSE

I really loved Switzerland, the hills were alive with the sound of me screaming for my life but I didn't break anything and it was awesome and I definitely would recommend Interlaken and the Funny Farm (!?) to anyone who likes anything.