My new digs

I've returned to Florence for one more year. It's funny being back because it feels as if I never left, things still seem to be the same and the tourists are still in abundance.

It was a hectic time leaving Seattle, because on my last day in Seattle I was in a car accident going North on Hwy 99. It had just slightly rained, so the roads were slick, I was in the far left hand lane, minding my own business when I noticed a van cross over 3 lanes of traffic and head directly towards me. I wasn't able to stop in time, so the van hit my car and placed my up on the concrete divider and I was stuck. It was really terrifying and I know have these recurring dreams of being hit by a car, a haunting experience.

I am so lucky that I wasn't seriously injured in anyway or worse, I went to the ER and spent a good 5 hours there. This incident interfered with my last day plans, but I'm alright, just a few minor scrapes and bruises. Thank God. But on a good note, I'm doing well and it feels good to be back in Florence, and some new and exciting things happening are school started this week which I have great expectations for. I'm now living in a new apartment with two new roommates, who I know from last year. Check out a few pics of the new place

my room

the wonderful bathroom
the study area....
the kithcen
my front door

ATTENTION: Artist Hard at Work!!!!!

Ever since I lost my phone, I've realized how much a person's word has slowly been pushed out the door. The last two days, plans have been made to meet up with friend's and it's been two no-shows. It's not a problem, but what's happened since the emergence of the cell phone to easily call up people and tell them that they either aren't coming or are running late or have made other plans. 

It's been relaxing to pretend as if it were the good old days of landlines and message machines. Although my landline is my email and my message machine all in one.......can't complain.......

During the time I was waiting I found this artist working very hard in the hot heat....nap time!

Italian hospitality....

I'm baking in an oven.

Florence is situated in a valley and the warm, or should I re-phrase........the hot, humid weather has begun. It's like any other city on a hot day, baking against the cement, heat-waves rising, clothes sticking to your body...damp........fun stuff!!!!

Went to the top of the Duomo, the cupola (the dome) today. A 463 step hike up, leads you outside the dome at the very top to have a 360 degree view of all of Florence from the city center. Best to rise early and be the first tourists to go in, otherwise the groups emerge, flocking to the Duomo to get inside, up and around. Chaos. 

Since school has ended, it's back to enjoying the tourist life in Italy. A great form of Italian hospitality that I have learned is that of customer service. Today was perfect. I went into a clothing store to look at a swimsuit that I had passed by the day before. Maybe I wanted it......or maybe i didn't, I just wanted to check it out. So, I walk into the store, no "Hello or Welcome" -niente. A typical greeting I've found.

After browsing around for a few minutes, I find the suit, pick it up and than the salesperson emerges. Proceeds to say "oh no, e piccola" (no, it's too small) takes it away from my hands, as if I were a child about to eat food I dropped in the dirt and hangs it back up. Not good enough to enter the store or even touch the merchandise. Another instance was when I was kicked out of a restaurant, when I had a half a glass of wine left when my family came to visit, due to a reservation. Cultural difference, I understand. Sometimes it just gets to you. Few more days left of the kindness of Italian business. 

Cinque Terre

School has ended. My summer has begun. Moved out of my apartment and said my "goodbyes" to those who have gone back to their homes. Then I left for a few days to Liguria, to Cinque Terre. A perfect vacation full of sun, relaxation, excellent food, and beautiful towns. The 5 different towns are: Riomaggiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza and Monterosso that are all lined up along the Ligurian Coast and accessible to one another by foot, train or boat.

I stayed in the perfect place in Riomaggiore in a room situated right on the beach. One would literally walk out the front door and the water was right in front of your face. Who could of asked for anything better. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks was so peaceful and relaxing. A great change from the bustleing traffic and sound of horns in Florence. The air was so fresh my lungs were very happy.

The water was so green and clear it was if the boats were floating on a transparent surface. I took a boat one day from my town Riomaggiore to Monterosso, the largest of the five, it was so much fun to be by the ocean again. I forgot how much I missed large bodiesof water. Another day, I hiked through all five of the towns. Left early in the morning with sun behind us, and explored them all and at the end of the hike relaxed on the beach, went swimming and took in some sun. That day we encoutered little blue sail jellyfish, being washed ashore. They freaked me out. So I wimped out and didn't want to go into the water, in fear of being stung by these little buggers.

I have to say Cinque Terre may be my favorite place in all of Italy. It was a perfect end to getting out of school and enjoying the beauty of life.

(Left: Riomaggiore-the town I stayed in Right: Manarola-a 20 min walk away from Riomaggiore)

Il Terme

This weekend, I went to the town of Vitterbo in Lazio. Known for it's hot springs, "il terme" or "aqua calda" (hot water). An interesting weekend indeed, first missing our transfer stop to get off the train and ended up in Rome. Then catching the right train and arriving in Vitterbo later in the evening, and getting sprayed with water 3 times by an SUV of young 15 year old Italian boys who were offended by us, just because no one wanted to talk to them. Really mature. Then finding superheroes for the night who found the hot springs for us. Amazing. So nice, in the middle of a field, smelling like rotten eggs, but warm, and relaxing. 

To add on to the weekend, I bought dried figs, which had cobwebs inside, a tasty surprise. Buying a delicious looking pear and finding that it was rotten from the inside out. Fruit had a vendetta against me. 

I had an awesome surprise today by receiving a grandiose package from my lovelies, Taryn and Lucy. Thank you, thank you. I put together the monkey. He's missing his feet because I got lazy, but in due time Monkey will be able to climb a tree. Thanks for the delicious treats and love. Miss you!!!!!

My Photos

Bonjour Paris

I returned back from Delhi, diving into mid-term week, and then spring break began. The city of lights holds a soft spot for me and of course I was dying to go back. Paris was relaxing, beautiful, and just what I needed. Selena, my roomie, and I rented an apartment in the Marais, 3rd arrondisment, and enjoyed the city.

It's funny how much it felt like my city. Ironic that I was return a few weeks later, after on our way to India we missed our connecting flight from Paris-Delhi, since there was only one flight a day to Delhi.  Air France put us up in a hotel that night, so we had a free day in Paris. Then I'm back again...

It was so much fun to go to the Louvre, although it was horribly crowded, and I felt as if I was merging in and out of traffic on a crowded freeway, the best part was seeing artists set up their easels and painting. Curious to how they were able to do that, in Florence, it would never be allowed. This one guy was painting a Ruben's on a huge canvas, takes skill and impressive maneuvering to exit the Louvre with that. 

I was able to go back to my favorite vintage store in Paris. It's funny how vintage in Italy, I've found is old designer vintage, which is very, very expensive. Which makes my love for vintage, not so much since I can't afford any of it. But in Paris, Free p' Star, has cheap, cute, clothes which are a steal. Great vin rouge, les baguettes, les fromages, tout c'etait tres bien! 

a protest against pope benedict and his view on abortions. Go Frenchies!