Here’s a brief overview of the adventures I have had since I have last updated: My friend Johnny came and visited during my midterms week. At the end of his visit, which corresponded with the beginning of my Spring Break, we headed to Venice with Sarah. From Venice (more specifically, Verona) I flew to Paris and spent two days at my friend Adam’s apartment in Paris, where he is studying. On the Monday of that week, Ari, Hannah, and Rachel arrived in Paris, and I spent the following two nights and three days with them seeing all there was to see. Naturally, my camera died on the last night we were there. From Paris we flew to Barcelona and after a much-needed nap, we recommenced our touring and flew back to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day in Milan on Saturday. Sunday we took a bus home to Siena, and we were all very much ready to be back.
As much as I’m sure you would be fascinated by a detailed description of every meal I ate, every wrong turn I made, every piece of art I saw at every museum, and each subtle facet of emotion I experienced while on my Spring Break adventure, I will limit myself to some general commentary and noteworthy thoughts on the subject. 
The most negative thing about the trip might have been the incredible and almost unimaginable pain we all felt in our feet constantly from day three onwards. Walking for 12+ hours a day will do that to you, we found. Unremarkable feet are an exceptionally undervalued commodity. Like how you don’t appreciate the greatness of a normal nose for breathing until it is stuffed up, red, and raw from all of those non Puffs-Plus tissues you’ve been using, you don’t appreciate how great non-sore feet are for walking until you are in Barcelona and you left yours behind in the Verona airport.
Other than that, I didn’t experience any major obstacles to my travel. I didn’t miss any flights or busses, take the wrong metro into a bad part of town, lose contact with my travel companions, get my wallet stolen, or really anything dramatic whatsoever. It was a little lonely wandering Paris for two days by myself, I will grant you, but it also allowed me to pick up much more of the language than I might have otherwise, and I also definitely appreciated the time it provided me to just think.
The most important thing I learned was that French bread is unforgettable. The macaroons were good or whatever, but the BREAD! Nothing in Italy compares. I know there’s some tradition or something of Tuscans not salting their bread, but they need to get over themselves and start learning from the French.
This past week, professors and administrators from UVa came to observe CET, and when we had dinner all together, we began talking about the cultural differences between Italians and Americans. One of them asked if and/or how we were getting to know Italian individuals, and we had to admit that it is a pretty difficult task.
Unless you have the guts and lack of inhibitions to naturally walk up to a group of Italians on the Campo in the middle of the day, the only opportunity we have had to talk to Italians one-on-one has really been while we are out at bars at night. And there is a limited level of friendship you can garner with a random person at a bar late at night, unless you are looking for more than your average, platonic friendship. If you know what I’m saying.
Thankfully, our program is small and we have the opportunity to live with young Italians who naturally become our friends. Furthermore, as we explained to our university visitors, we have Christina. Christina, our resident director, set up a casual language partner program, where she asked us all to list our top three interests, and she found some Italians from around Siena who wanted to improve their English and matched us up according to our interests. The idea was to have someone new with whom to converse for about an hour a week. After the initial meeting, it was up to us to set up our language lesson appointments, if you could call them that.
My language partner’s name is Angelo, and he is a law student at the University of Siena. I know sometimes it doesn’t work out so well, and some students find that situations such as these can feel a bit awkward or forced, especially if you fundamentally lack things in common, but we get along really well.
On the first day, I felt kind of like Christina had assigned us new friends. In a good way. Whenever I had class group projects in school, I always liked having the groups assigned randomly by the teacher, so that I would be forced to meet and get to know (possibly make friends with) people I might not otherwise have gone out of my way to talk to. I also like assigned reading, because I often find that I really enjoy what I would not have otherwise made the time to read.
I saw this opportunity as the same kind of thing. Christina manipulated the social structure obstructing our entry into Siena social circles and voilà: we had Italian friends.
I think within our group of CET students and our Italian language partners, the sequence of events went in a pretty similar manner. Get coffee together one time, then an aperitif the next, become actual friends, then maybe make dinner at one house or another in a group or something.
In some cases, when the language skills of one partner are better or worse than the other, it might happen that you tend to speak more in one language or another. For example, two of the language partners both study Finance in English as their major in college, so much more English is spoken than Italian.
For my part, as Angelo and I actually just discussed the other day, I can understand him when he speaks at a normal pace in Italian, but he can’t perfectly comprehend my mile-a-minute English. It all evens out, though, because he can speak English far better than I can speak Italian. In the end, we speak a pretty equal amount of Italian and English.
I think one of my favorite parts of the language partnership is that our conversations aren’t based in academics. In an academic setting, there are certain linguistic boundaries that are very difficult to cross, and as, in the end, you’re getting a grade for your verbal performance, there is pressure to speak cleanly with what you know, rather than diving right in and getting dirty. When you are talking with a language partner, the only necessity is communication. Messing up isn’t as threatening, especially when you know that they will just laugh at you, correct you, and then mess up in your own native language a few minutes later, at which point you can return the favor by laughing and correcting their mistake.
The mistakes are sometimes the most amusing part of it all. By messing up and having a good laugh at the silliness of language, you can enjoy the fact that the past participle of “to make out” and the word for “lemonade” are the same. Or that it is very difficult for Italians to pronounce “air” versus “hair” versus “ear” versus “hear.” Or you can have a good chuckle when one of you confuses “pants” and “shoes.” (Please, make yourself comfortable! Take off your pants and stay a while.)
Erin Friedlander, CET Siena Student Correspondent
azza del Campo – it’s the most obvious place to begin, seeing as it’s the center of all activity in Siena. You can talk about the Palio, since it is Siena’s biggest attraction, what with it being a bareback horse race in the middle of the city, dating from the Middle Ages. If you are starting the tour in the middle of the day, it’s nice to grab a panino (preferably from Armando’s, a deli that makes life-changing pesto) or gelato and sit on the Campo in the sun and people watch.
Once you’ve exhausted the Campo, head over toward the Duomo and marvel at the beauty of the architecture. You can either simply look at the pretty outside, or pay to go inside and see even more prettiness. That activity completed, head up Banchi di Sopra, Siena’s main street, and try to dodge past the massive groups of tourists that have now begun clogging up the street. You will pass Banca Monte dei Paschi, so stop and explain how this is the first European bank in existence, dating from 1472. 
Now veer off in the direction of the Fortezza. The Fortezza has the distinction of being a 1000-year-old fortress, as well as offering prime views of Tuscany. Plus it’s a great place to see the phenomenon of Italian teenagers making out in public like it ain’t no thing. Take some pictures of the views and look at the cute old ladies gossiping while walking up and down, and then head toward San Domenico, a 5 minute walk away. San Domenico is fairly unremarkable except for the fact that it houses the head of Siena’s patron saint, St. Catherine. As in, her head is literally sitting inside a reliquary in a side chapel, for all to see. You’re going to want to stand there for a few minutes in order to gawk effectively, since it’s pretty weird stuff. After you’ve stared enough to satisfy your morbid curiosity, walk 2 minutes to St. Catherine’s Sanctuary, an airy white space with lots of gilded pictures of St. Catherine’s life. 
