<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:01.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Italian Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-6118155955189112458</id><published>2007-11-21T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:54:53.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/R0Rv27MgJ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/t3Rp_4wJX6k/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/R0Rv27MgJ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/t3Rp_4wJX6k/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135352464502957954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Milan trip was about a month ago, I'm just not tat great at updating, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;I had always heard that Milan was industrial and not that pretty so I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked the city. It reminded me more of France than Italy but that's not a bad thing at all. This was another excursion arranged by IES so we had a nice little itinerary arranged with plenty of free time. Our first day we saw the last supper by Da Vinci, which was pretty neat but pretty much the only thing the area. The first night we also got he chance to go see a ballet at the famous La Scala opera house. So 8 of us got all dressed up and headed to the ballet. We were way early as Italian only arrive about 10 minutes before anything if they have a reservation so we had plenty of time to sneak pictures and take it in. We were definitely in the nose bleed seats, and could only see about 2/3rds of the stage, so I stood for most of the ballet. It was a mix of modern and classical that was pretty interesting. The good thing about being so far up was I could see everyone on the stage at once and it was a different way to see it.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we toured and even though it was 4 hours it really didn't feel long at all. After the tour my roomie Gio and I decided to climb to the top of the Duomo. It was amazing. The weather was perfect just warm enough in the sun to not need my jacket. We spent about an hour on the roof walking around, taking a million pictures and basking in the sun. It was glorious. After getting off the roof we decided to just walk around the Duomo area and see what the shopping was like there. It was a good choice as I looked down a side street and discover the Ferrari store, four levels of red racing amazingness. Of course it was all hideously expensive but that didn't keep me from perusing the store for about 45 minutes. Gio was a saint for waiting so patiently. The best part was after buying the least expensive things in the store I got to take my picture in a real F1 car they have in the lower level. It was totally worth the cost of an overpriced notebook and pen.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked around in search of the night life only to be told that since it was the first cold weekend there wouldn't be much action until much later. Instead of waiting we decided to make our own fun and 4 of us ducked into a random Irish pub with Halloween decorations. Irish Pub's are quite popular in Italy, it seems that every 3rd place is some sort of Irish pub. Anyway we made a good choice as the music was good and place warm and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Our last day we had a tour of the La Scala Museum. This was probably my least favorite activity as our guide was extremely boring. There were so many interesting things she could have talked about but instead she told us about the technique of some obscure painter who painted the portraits of La Scala patrons. She gave the tour in Italian and I decided that it wasn't worth the effort yo understand something so boring. Once I gave up on the guide and walked around by myself it was much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;After a quick lunch it was time to hop on the bus back to Siena. The drive through the mountains was really pretty, especially with a light dusting of snow. It was a great trip, another success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-6118155955189112458?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6118155955189112458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=6118155955189112458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/6118155955189112458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/6118155955189112458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/11/milano.html' title='Milano'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/R0Rv27MgJ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/t3Rp_4wJX6k/s72-c/IMG_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-3959079917229798376</id><published>2007-10-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:31:54.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the streets were lined with chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RyDEaoD3EmI/AAAAAAAAACs/EI6cQXnGvmk/s1600-h/DSCN1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RyDEaoD3EmI/AAAAAAAAACs/EI6cQXnGvmk/s320/DSCN1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125312337656877666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the Euro Chocolate festival the streets of the city of Perugia were filled with stands selling chocolate in every form you can think of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to the festival with some of the other girls in my program along with a few thousand other people. The festival was packed, especially around the stands handing out free chocolate. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the middle of the street there were a string of huge chocolate carvings and as the sculptors carved off chunks they were handed out to the crowd. I unfortunately didn’t manage to get some of the shavings as I reached the front of the crowd just in time for their lunch break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After walking around for a while we decided to grab some food not made of chocolate for lunch. We stood in the longest line ever to get a kebab, which are surprisingly common in Italy. After finally getting our lunch we wandered around some more and tried to find something to do. There were so many different kinds of chocolate and it was incorporated into everything including pasta, but here are only so many chocolate stands you can look at. There were a lot less free samples than I anticipated but I did have some amazing chocolate with chili powder in it. It sounds gross but really it was awesome and had a little kick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While trying to get away from the crowds for a little we ended up just wandering randomly around Perugia and ran into some of Molly’s friends from school. We had a good chat and got some suggestions for dinner. It was a little colder than we expected so we decided to eat an early dinner and then head toward the bus station. We waited around at the bus station for about an hour and it was getting pretty close to the bus time but yet we were the only people there. We discovered that because it was Sunday the bus didn’t pick us up at the place it dropped us off so we ran onto a local but that took us to the train station. We thought we were cutting it close and when we arrived and saw no bus we got a little scared, but the bus was just late. The bus left almost 45 minutes late, but the driver was clipping down the road at a pretty good pace and we ended up back in Siena at about the same time as expected. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-3959079917229798376?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3959079917229798376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=3959079917229798376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/3959079917229798376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/3959079917229798376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-streets-were-lined-with-chocolate.html' title='And the streets were lined with chocolate'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RyDEaoD3EmI/AAAAAAAAACs/EI6cQXnGvmk/s72-c/DSCN1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-8720120195196066252</id><published>2007-10-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:04:53.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RxDrJtCuAAI/AAAAAAAAACk/drF7PfubA1A/s1600-h/amiche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RxDrJtCuAAI/AAAAAAAAACk/drF7PfubA1A/s320/amiche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120851328262602754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The past few weeks have been rather uneventful and I’ve been spending a lot more time is Siena settling into a regular pattern of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love my roommates and we've been spending a lot of time together and with the other people in our program. We've been branching out too and meeting new people although they probably think I'm a mute as I don't speak much in Italian. I understand more than I can say, but only if they don't talk super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve met some of our apartment neighbors including the little old man who lives at the end of the hall. I always see him as I am leaving in the morning or coming in at night. He is always dressed up with a blazer and tie and his shiny white hair slicked back. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We say hello and sometimes have a little conversation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes he’s with his wife who reminds me of my little old Italian great aunts. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway Yesterday afternoon Julia and I were reading and we heard the door buzz and were a little surprised since neither of us was expecting anyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Julia answered the door to see the older man standing there smiling with a package.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was for our roommate Gio, but since we don’t have mail boxes in the building the postman left it on the floor near the boxes. Our neighbor took it in and figured out it must belong to us and kindly delivered it to our door. There’s nothing like the kindness of a near stranger to brighten your day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve been in regular classes for three weeks now and the culture shock of the academic change has worn off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Teachers here don’t think that grades are important and the passing is all that matters, but IES doesn’t share the same theory and so we have requirements including a research paper for every class. Also we spend a lot of time in class talking about random things like travel and festivals, which may be because we have such small classes but I like it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m taking a class on Dante, Italian, history/anthropology of Siena and an Economics of the EU. My Dante professor is really nice but we literally spend most of the class listening to him read his lecture notes word for word out loud. Hopefully this will end soon and we will get onto actually reading and analyzing, which will be less mind numbing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My Italian is ok in class but studying is proving to be difficult as our book is literally a workbook without the grammar rules. Our professor is really into learning the language first by listening and speaking and then learning the grammar, which I feel is more difficult, especially when the tests are all grammar. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My history/anthropology class is my favorite since it’s mostly discussion and actually interesting. The professor is really excited about the class, so much so that sometimes she gets off topic for about 15 minutes just answering a simple question and then forgets what the question was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The econ class started off with a brief history of Europe lesson for 2 weeks which was a little boring and repetitive. Now we have moved onto the actual econ section but we’re not past the intro so we’ll see how that turns out. So far it’s a little troublesome as our professor has a difficult time translating some of the technical terms but I’m sure it’ll work out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow begins a few weeks of scattered trips including the Eurochocolate festival, Milan and Barcelona. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll try and keep you posted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-8720120195196066252?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8720120195196066252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=8720120195196066252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/8720120195196066252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/8720120195196066252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RxDrJtCuAAI/AAAAAAAAACk/drF7PfubA1A/s72-c/amiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-907690129861600073</id><published>2007-10-09T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T06:42:17.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RwuE7NCt__I/AAAAAAAAACc/se5wPS1kc8Y/s1600-h/Taylors+visit+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RwuE7NCt__I/AAAAAAAAACc/se5wPS1kc8Y/s320/Taylors+visit+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119331554084913138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry I’ve been a little lazy with blog updates. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Two weekends ago Taylor came from Spain to visit me!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I picked him up at the train station Friday night and it was so nice to know that I got 2 whole days just to hang around with him. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We went back to my apartment to meet my lovely roommates and have some dinner. I decided to show off my new culinary skills by making some veal picatta. Working in our closet size kitchen with more than one person is a little troublesome but we managed and turned out a fabulous dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a lovely meal and conversation we headed out to our newly discovered local hang out, the Barron Rosso.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Siena doesn’t have much nightlife but this place is usually pretty cool. So we grabbed a table in the back and chatted until the live band started up, a cover band with an interesting set list at one point transitioning Pearl Jam to Otis Redding .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The odd choices made “guess the song” a fun game to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I won surprising everyone with my random music knowledge. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday we decided to be tourist in Siena and spend the day meandering around town without a real plan. We went to the Duomo as our first stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said before I don’t really like visiting churches but the Duomo in Siena is just beautiful! Now is also the time of year when they uncover the floors, which are amazing. There are many different inlayed marble designs in different place in the floor, some relating to bible passages and some relating to Siena. We spent quite a while in the Duomo. After leaving we took our time walking back to the apartment to get lunch. It was really neat to walk around with someone who doesn’t walk on these streets everyday it made me notice things that I missed. After some lunch we walked some more and ended up getting some gelato and basking in the sun in the Campo. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a wonderful aimless and relaxing day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday we thought that a day trip to local hill town sounded like a great idea. After deciphering the bus schedule it looked like there was a direct bus to San Gimignano which is a beautiful little town about an hour away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrived at the bus station but there was no bus to San Gimignano at the specified time, so we asked a driver and he said his bus was going there we just had to change in Poggibonsi. I was confused but we hopped on and made the transfer and arrived in San Gimignano easy peasy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After arriving we spent some time exploring, and we walked up to the remains of a castle which was really neat and even had a few musicians playing medieval music too to add to the atmosphere. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After walking back through an olive grove we decided to climb up the tall bell tower in the middle of town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The view from the top was just beautiful and definitely worth the climb and euros.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After some more aimless wandering we decided to catch the bus back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first bad sign about our bus trip back was that the direct bus that was supposed to arrive at 3:30 didn’t come, then we thought that a bus to Poggibonsi should arrive soon, but no. We finally got on the bus at 4:25 thinking it would just be another easy transfer and we would be back in Siena in no time, wrong again. We arrived in Poggibonsi late and after taking quite some time to figure which of the 5 different schedules applied on Sunday we discovered we had missed the bus to Siena by about 2 minutes and the next bus was not for 2 hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Usually being in a Tuscan city for 2 hours wouldn’t be so bad but Poggibonsi happens to be the ugliest city in Tuscany, I was told this is because it was bombed during WWII and lost all its old charm then. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On a side note the last time I got stuck in Poggibonsi also happened to be while trying to reach San Gimignano when I came with my family and the Flo’s. We got turned around in a traffic circle and lost in Poggibonsi for about 45 minutes. How fitting that I get stuck here again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally it was getting close to the time the bust was supposed to arrive, but it was late of course but all I could think was that Taylor and I would be stranded in Poggibonsi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bus arrived at last 15 minutes late and packed to the brim, but there was just enough room for us and our fellow Siena-San Gimignano travelers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Arriving back in Siena was such a relief and I learned a valuable lesson, don’t try and take the bus on Sundays. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall it was a fabulous weekend with so many great little places and views and moments. Even if Siena can seem boring, I really do love where I live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having Taylor here was amazing and I’m so glad that he made the trip. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-907690129861600073?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/907690129861600073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=907690129861600073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/907690129861600073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/907690129861600073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/10/taylors-visit.html' title='Taylor&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RwuE7NCt__I/AAAAAAAAACc/se5wPS1kc8Y/s72-c/Taylors+visit+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-3958144959630710044</id><published>2007-09-26T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:45:30.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bologna, not  like the lunch meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvvQDQEglVI/AAAAAAAAACM/hlGncHGcmjQ/s1600-h/DSCN1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvvQDQEglVI/AAAAAAAAACM/hlGncHGcmjQ/s320/DSCN1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114910556081395026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My first overnight trip from Siena was a great success, although I can’t take any credit. Last weekend IES organized a cultural trip for our whole group to Bologna. At first I was not super excited about the location as I was hoping for something more exotic, but Bologna is actually really neat. We left on Thursday morning bright and early to take a bus to Firenze and then from there we hopped on a train to Bologna. It was actually a very quick trip if you don’t count the train delay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After checking into the hotel and checking out the shopping for a little we headed to the famous Neptune fountain in the Piazza Maggiore to meet our tour guide. Bologna has a long history dating back to its founding by the Etruscans and then it’s later development by the Romans. Bologna also has the first university in Europe and was home to the Papal seat for a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On our tour the old city hall and saw a building that they are now using as the public library that has the ruins of the ancient roman city for view underneath the floor. We of course went to the University of Bologna .The walls and ceilings of the hallways at the University are covered with the crest of each student who was elected to the equivalent of student council.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also if a professor was especially like his bust and a large plaque were put on the wall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also saw the dissection theater which was amazing. There were beautiful sculptures of wood in every section of the ceiling and some amazing statues surrounding the professor’s seat. After the University of course we saw a few churches. I know that I’m in Italy and should get used to seeing a million church tours but really unless there’s pretty art inside I’m not really a fan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the medieval church that’s famous because it’s actually 7 churches in one, so if you’re trying to reach that magical church quota it’s the place to be. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At the end of our 3 hour tour (luckily we didn’t get shipwrecked) I was lacking much appreciation for medieval architecture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After some shopping and a nice little rest back at the hotel we headed out to dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the best things about our IES outings is at every meal I sit next to different people and really get to know them better and have completely different conversations every night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday we met our guide in the morning and did some more touring. We started out at the medieval museum where we viewed many tombs of university professors. The university was and is a huge part of Bolognian culture and these tombs were amazing works of art. Being a professor in Bologna was a huge honor and professors were very respected. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the museum we saw a few more churches and then the famous towers. I didn’t know Bologna was known for its towers but apparently it is, there are two and one is leaning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After our tour a group of us headed to a Mexican restaurant. I was pretty excited about having food that was not Italian, and it was pretty good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After our long lunch we did a little shopping and headed back. We had another fabulous group dinner and then decided we wanted to go out. We ended up at a huge Irish pub that was playing reggae and a rugby match. It was really fun to go out with everyone and just hang out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Siena is lacking for good night spots so bologna was a nice change. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday we went to cooking school. In the first half we learned all about making different types of pasta and then made it. We made big tortellini with cheese and little ones with ham and then some plain noodles. Folding the tortellini was like folding origami and once I got the hang of it was pretty easy, although some of the one in our group were pretty misshapen. For the second part of our “class” we got to eat everything that we made. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was quite a delicious meal, plus it’s fun when you helped make it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After our class we hopped back on the train to Florence. When we got to Florence we were pushed off our bus to Siena by a rude German school group, but after waiting around for a while we got the next bus back and were happily home in Siena. I really felt settle here when I realized that I was talking about being so happy to come home and meaning my apartment in Siena. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-3958144959630710044?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3958144959630710044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=3958144959630710044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/3958144959630710044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/3958144959630710044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/bologna-not-like-lunch-meat.html' title='Bologna, not  like the lunch meat'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvvQDQEglVI/AAAAAAAAACM/hlGncHGcmjQ/s72-c/DSCN1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-7436392549194103542</id><published>2007-09-23T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:00:15.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wine Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvlEegEglRI/AAAAAAAAABs/CXcqppHZZJ4/s1600-h/171499861306_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvlEegEglRI/AAAAAAAAABs/CXcqppHZZJ4/s320/171499861306_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114194142651520274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I won’t be quitting school to become a wine maker anytime soon. Last Wednesday some of us from IES went to a vineyard and helped with the grape harvest. Our program director John lives in a little house located on a vineyard and last week he mentioned that over the weekend he had helped with the harvest and one of the girls in our group though it sounded neat and said she really wanted to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;John got it all arranged and Wednesday afternoon we set off to pick grapes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a 10 minute walk up the lane we got to the vineyard and it was beautiful. Apparently it’s one of the oldest vineyards in Tuscany and it has been in the same family for a few centuries. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was just as you’d expect a Tuscan vineyard to look with rolling hills and grape vines in every direction and a few small olive groves too. We met with the owner who was so excited to have the extra help, were given a few brief instructions and then we were let loose to cut the grapes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now this was not the I Love Lucy version of working at a winery where she just mashes the grapes with her feet. It was actually pretty hard work, not difficult but very labor intensive. You have to keep your eyes peeled to see some of the bunches and grapes also grow in the brush at the bottom of the vine and you have to cut them from the vine and fish them out of the branches and such. In the first 15 minutes I was absolutely covered in burrs. I felt like our cat Nelson when he comes in from outside. It was fun though working with everyone and talking and the grapes tasted great. After about an hour and a half the fun and novelty of harvesting grapes in the Tuscan countryside started to wear off and it just became work and we were supposed to be there for another hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally it was time to head home and there was some confusion about our transportation back. We were going to take the bus, but Giacomo, the son of the owner, said that he’d drive us all back and we thought this meant that we’d take a few of the cars and head back apparently not. At 6:30 when we were going to leave we discovered that this meant he would be taking shifts of people for the 15 minute drive back to the city starting at 6:30. Needless to say it took a little longer than anticipated to get back, but as I have discovered in my first few weeks here this is the way many things turn out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall it was an awesome experience that I would not have wanted to miss, and I think in a few weeks we are getting either a bottle of their olive oil or wine as a thank you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-7436392549194103542?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7436392549194103542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=7436392549194103542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/7436392549194103542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/7436392549194103542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-helped-make-wine.html' title='The Wine Harvest'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvlEegEglRI/AAAAAAAAABs/CXcqppHZZJ4/s72-c/171499861306_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-1854448452346679591</id><published>2007-09-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:30:50.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Failed Excursion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvlFvQEglSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MPcID2UWDUw/s1600-h/n15803785_31078955_7471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvlFvQEglSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MPcID2UWDUw/s320/n15803785_31078955_7471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114195529925956898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have discovered that traveling from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt; is not as easy as I expected. Last Friday we had a day off from class so a few of us decided to try and go to Elba because we heard it was beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a page on the bus website that said they ran a direct line to the coast where we could take the ferry. So Friday morning we woke up super early to head to the bus station only to be told that the beach line no longer existed. Molly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt; and I decided that we would go back and sleep for a little and then come up with a new plan and maybe go to Elba on Saturday instead and try and go to Florence later in the day. So after a little nap we reconvened at Molly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;’s apartment to find a new way to get to Elba. The bus website with schedules are extremely hard to understand and the fact that only the home page can be translated into English &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t really help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We searched and searched but the only thing we could find was super expensive, especially since we only wanted to go for a day trip. Finally we just gave up and decided to go to Florence for the day Saturday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday at about noon Molly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;, Chris and I hopped on an express bus for Florence. It was actually a really quick little trip, it only took about an hour which was great. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t really have anything specific in mind or planned for our outing, which probably would have been good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up just walking around and I was a little underwhelmed. I think that since I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; seen all the big sites before it just was not as exciting. It actually made me feel so much better about living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt;. After the debacle on Friday I was feeling pretty frustrated with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt; and second guessing my choice, but after being in Florence which was so crowed and hot and just a big city I was so happy to get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt;. Florence is a good place to visit but for me I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt; is better for day to day. Like everything is life there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;trade offs&lt;/span&gt;. Sure it’s harder to get places and there may not be as many places to go at night but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. I like not having to worry about where I am walking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt; at night or that it’s quieter. It was worth the price of the bus ticket just to get that perspective. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-1854448452346679591?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1854448452346679591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=1854448452346679591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/1854448452346679591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/1854448452346679591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/failed-excursion.html' title='A Failed Excursion'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RvlFvQEglSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MPcID2UWDUw/s72-c/n15803785_31078955_7471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-8442446320880251816</id><published>2007-09-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:59:19.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/Ru_1zf8-k2I/AAAAAAAAABk/uZUJpt7o0U8/s1600-h/IMG_2152_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/Ru_1zf8-k2I/AAAAAAAAABk/uZUJpt7o0U8/s320/IMG_2152_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111574367188194146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday afternoon after a seemingly endless Italian class we had a wonderful little IES field trip. We hopped on the bus and headed through the beautiful rolling hills to the little town of Montalcino.  After about 40 minutes of watching the countryside roll by we arrived at the edge of town and hoped off the bus. The town is situated on top of a hill in the middle of a beautiful valley. We walked to the fort/castle to look and around and take some pictures and decided walk up on the castle walls. The view from the walls was just amazing and most definitely worth the admission. The weather was perfect and you could see forever is every direction. It was one of the most beautiful view I have ever seen.  We were walking on the ramparts where soldiers centuries ago had fired arrows from defending the city in the fight between Florence and Siena. All the little towns in between  took sides or was made an out post  and so the whole area was involved. We also climbed up to one of the towers which was super cool, although going down the ladder was a bit nerve racking. After spending about a half an our at the castle we went into the town to walk around for a little.  The area around Montalcino is famous for it's Brunello wine and so accordingly the town is a huge wine making and selling. It is such a tiny town, with about 3 main streets longways and maybe 7 across but in the area are close to 700 wine shops. Once we started walking around it was easy to see how they fit that many wine shops when you realize that every single shop sells wine. Even the gelato store has wine for sale.  We has about 30 minutes to walk around and unless you love wine I don't think you could really spend much more time there.&lt;br /&gt;After meeting back with the group we hopped back on the bus and headed to a little vineyard  to take a tour and do a wine tasting. As we walked into the building we were ushered into a side area with huge casks of wine. These barrels were probably at lead 5 feel in diameter and filled with different years of wine. Our tour guide was a cute little old man whose family has owned and run the vineyard and winery for generations. He walked us all over the winery and at one point we went through a little passage way underground built centuries ago. It was funny to come out of the old small passage and end up in a huge high tech room with steel cylinders that they use to make the wine. After our tour we went into the wine tasting room and all sat around one long table set with a place for each of us. Our guide now became our host and sat at the head of the table and looked so proud sitting there and looking at all of us and teaching us about his wines. We had 5 different drinks, 3 wines, a grappa and an amaretto. The wines were really good and one of them was a Brunello which is what the region is famous for. Along with our wine we had delicious prosciutto and cheese and then we had fabulous homemade biscotti. After a few quick pictures we headed back to Siena all full and quite happy.  Needless to say it was a wonderful afternoon in the Tuscan countryside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-8442446320880251816?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8442446320880251816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=8442446320880251816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/8442446320880251816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/8442446320880251816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/wonderful-afternoon.html' title='A wonderful afternoon'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/Ru_1zf8-k2I/AAAAAAAAABk/uZUJpt7o0U8/s72-c/IMG_2152_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-592096665098917833</id><published>2007-09-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:41:41.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>So I will  be loading pictures  during my trip onto this page if you would like to see more than just one picture a post. Here's the address&lt;br /&gt;www.mediciitaly.shutterfly.com&lt;br /&gt;More updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-592096665098917833?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/592096665098917833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=592096665098917833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/592096665098917833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/592096665098917833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-229728910118644099</id><published>2007-09-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:06:32.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuhUpv8-k1I/AAAAAAAAABc/B4rD-X8XN4I/s1600-h/DSCN1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuhUpv8-k1I/AAAAAAAAABc/B4rD-X8XN4I/s320/DSCN1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109426853475423058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week we have gone on two field trips with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IES&lt;/span&gt; group.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we went to visit the church and headquarters  of one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Contrada&lt;/span&gt; are the neighborhoods of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt; and they run the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Palio&lt;/span&gt;. There are 17 and they each have their own name, colors and an animal symbol. We visited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Onda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; which happens to be the one we live in and their symbol is the dolphin. Each year they have a ceremony and baptize the babies into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt;. You have to be baptized into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; to be a real member even if you are older but are not technically a part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; and have been invited to join. If a member of one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; marries someone from another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; and they have children they have to decide which one to baptize them into, and it's a huge decision. Once you are a member yo are a member until death. Each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; has their own church that is only for use by members of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; where they hold weekly mass and weddings and other events.  In the bottom of the church there are all the costumes that they wear for the historical parade that happens every year before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Palio&lt;/span&gt;  and also a room with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Palio&lt;/span&gt; banners they have ever won. On the ceiling they have the coat of arms of each family in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;contrada's&lt;/span&gt; are a very serious business and each has 2 sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;contradas&lt;/span&gt; and one rival &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; and if they can't win the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Palio&lt;/span&gt; they try to make sure the rival doesn't win.  Our guide, a little old Italian man named Pietro, talked for a good 10 minutes about the rivalry they have and how extreme it is. The traditions of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;contrada&lt;/span&gt; have been around for centuries and they still wear the traditional costumes for special events.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we went to an archaeological dig  on a hilltop in Tuscany. We took a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Poggibonsi&lt;/span&gt; and then took a hike up a steep hill and arrived at the site. We then got a tour by one of the archaeologist and it was super beautiful. The site was really cool and they have been working on it for 14 years and they have uncovered a lot of remains. Now they are working on a church. It was really neat to go see how the settlement changed from huts to houses to a farm to a fortress to a city.&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt; there are traditions here like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Palio&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Contradas&lt;/span&gt; that have been going on for centuries, and I live in a building that is at least 400-500 years old where a Pope was born. I don't just study the history and culture but I see it everyday and experience it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-229728910118644099?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/229728910118644099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=229728910118644099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/229728910118644099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/229728910118644099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/field-trips.html' title='Field Trips'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuhUpv8-k1I/AAAAAAAAABc/B4rD-X8XN4I/s72-c/DSCN1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-1717297969885989613</id><published>2007-09-10T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:07:23.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A full week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuUkpvzKXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/b8kqgoAVHX8/s1600-h/DSCN1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuUkpvzKXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/b8kqgoAVHX8/s320/DSCN1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108529651945987746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full week in Italy and everything here is going really well. My roommates are awesome as are the other people in the program.  This weekend has been fairly similar to weekends at school only in a new more interesting location. We've walked  around the city scouting cafes and pubs we want to come back to and just getting a feel for where we live. The streets are quite curvy and little and usually you don't end up where you thought you would. Saturday during one of our excursions we went to a Pucci exhibit at the Siena museum which was his spring-summer '57 collection that was based on the Palio and contrata symbols. All the clothes were so amazing and the funny thing is that about 80% would be super fashionable if you wore it today. Saturday night we went to a party of a friend of one of our Italian roommate's which was fun but got a little awkward towards the end when we we leaving but overall it was a good night. Sunday was a lazy day and I just did some errands and I was quite happy to discover that we get the Daily Show here.  Next weekend we are planning a trip to Cinque Terre, which are 5 little villages on the coast since we have a three day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;On another topic turns out being in such a beautiful place does not fend off my normal beginning of school feelings of homesickness. It's not even that I want to necessarily be at home or back at school but just around all my people. I love being here but at the same time I feel really cut off form everyone and everything because I haven't gotten to talk to many people from home. Every once in a while it's nice to be cut off but not for a week when you are in a new place and just need a little reassurance. We are supposed to get internet soon so that will help. It supposed to be fixed last week, twice, but they never fixed the right thing so we'll see if they actually fix it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-1717297969885989613?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1717297969885989613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=1717297969885989613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/1717297969885989613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/1717297969885989613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/full-week.html' title='A full week'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuUkpvzKXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/b8kqgoAVHX8/s72-c/DSCN1022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-1996474652395206545</id><published>2007-09-08T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:55:43.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So pretty!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuMMLvzKXoI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_zcKJcO6mo/s1600-h/DSCN1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuMMLvzKXoI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_zcKJcO6mo/s320/DSCN1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107939798317424258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Siena has  been amazing. I have started Italian classes but I still don't really understand when most people talk to me. They all speak to way to fast and I can pick up a word maybe once or twice. I am looking forward to when I can actually understand Italian and what people are saying to me.&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is great and I live seriously like 15 feet from the Campo in an old building but my apartment is surprisingly huge. The past few days I have just spent walking around and discovering little places around the city. I have seen a lot a lot of cute places but I'm not quite sure exactly how to get back there. The city just gets more and more beautiful every time I walk around.&lt;br /&gt;The other night we went to a beautiful dinner in the middle of the city garden. It was just gorgeous but the walk back up the hill was a killer. I swear by the end of the semester I am going to have the best gluts. With all these hills I really have no idea how women wear high heels I have a tough enough time with flats.&lt;br /&gt;Siena is pretty quite at night apparently there is no nightlife, so I guess we'll just have to find other things to do. I still can't believe that I will be living here for four months. There are a lot of tourist here still but according the my Italian roommate the tourist season is in it's last throws. When the university starts classes there should be more students here so maybe we'll meet more Italian students. My roommates are just great and we have been hanging out a lot with the other IES apartment of girls who are all really nice. It is such a great group of girls and we really just go out to eat and hang out at cafes and talk and walk around.  Life here is pretty calm and I'm loving it so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-1996474652395206545?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1996474652395206545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=1996474652395206545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/1996474652395206545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/1996474652395206545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-pretty.html' title='So pretty!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/RuMMLvzKXoI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_zcKJcO6mo/s72-c/DSCN1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591105390286033498.post-4452245706784290857</id><published>2007-09-05T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T04:44:19.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/Rt6WOvzKXnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_9l5vAnBAd4/s1600-h/DSCN1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/Rt6WOvzKXnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_9l5vAnBAd4/s320/DSCN1007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106684207578111602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am now in Siena and getting settled in. I am so glad I ma here. We were in Rome the first night and it was a little overwhelming. Siena is just beautiful and I can't believe I get to live here for 4 months. My Italian is terrible but that's what class is for I guess. I've been trying to use it, but I don't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;All the people in my program seem really nice and the girls I am living with are great. Last night we went to dinner with our Italian roommate and then walked around. My apartment is fabulous. It's right off the Campo, which is the center of the historic area, and it's much bigger than I expected. I have a roommate, Gio, but our room is more than big enough for two.  Julia has a single we drew straws and she won. The picture is the view from our window.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had language placement and tomorrow we start our language classes and then in two weeks we start real classes. Turns out they have a new policy and we have class on Fridays so traveling is more complex to plan than I though.&lt;br /&gt;It's still a little overwhelming but amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591105390286033498-4452245706784290857?l=mediciitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4452245706784290857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591105390286033498&amp;postID=4452245706784290857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/4452245706784290857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591105390286033498/posts/default/4452245706784290857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediciitaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630752032882752522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNKyZr_YGUI/Rt6WOvzKXnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_9l5vAnBAd4/s72-c/DSCN1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
