venerdì 15 marzo 2013

Parade Floats and Mango Gelato


As I write this blog on my first free afternoon in over a week, the sun is peeking through the rain clouds and it looks like there might actually be some sunshine in Siena today. I have been told in the States that March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb, and I am hoping this holds true in Italy as well. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of travel, classes, and most recently midterms. Thankfully though the week is winding down and the weather is looking up. It is hard to believe we are halfway through the semester...


Since I last blogged I’ve had the chance to experience many great cities around Siena for day trips on weekends. The most exciting thus far has been our Carnevale trip to Viareggio (the hometown of one of our Italian roommates) with CET. Viareggio has one of the largest Carnevale festivities in Italy (second only to Venice, of course) and the trip was absolutely incredible. Having never been to a Mardi Gras celebration back home, I was excited and anxious to see what would await us. After a brief train ride spent napping we arrived in the city and had to only follow the large crowds of people clad in crazy costumes and masks to find the parade. 

The place itself reminded me of my home in Virginia Beach with a street of shops and restaurants running parallel to the seaside. It was beautiful and for the parade it had been transformed with vendors selling pastries, candy, drinks, and snacks along with masses of people in costumes, loud music, floats, balloons, confetti, and a lot of silly string (Italians love their silly string for Carnevale)! The floats in the parade were unlike anything I’d ever seen before. They were beautiful with music and dancers and some were even so large that police would walk ahead and move the crowds out of the way so the floats could fit down the street. The floats were cool because they all represented some part of Italian society in a creative (though sometimes mocking) way. From the election and political figures, the financial crisis in Greece, overcrowded prisons in Italy, and of course some more light hearted topics as well, the floats were all brilliantly done and are something I will remember forever. As the parade was winding down we all went to the beach to watch the sunset which was so beautiful. We took a ton of pictures on the beach, and then we headed back to Siena.


 
Another great trip we’ve taken together as a group was to San Gimignano with our Sienese Art and Architecture class. SAA can be a bit daunting for me at times because I have no background or prior interest in Art History, but I have come to enjoy our walks around Siena and talks with Piergiacomo. He is such a great professor and is very entertaining. If there is anyone who can make me appreciate medieval buildings and what may seem like thousands of paintings of the Madonna and Child, it is this man.

 

During this trip we explored the town which is small and surprisingly similar to Siena, thanks to the influence of the Francigena Road which you’ll learn all about. We also explored the church and the town hall which had an amazing bell tower that we climbed and looked over the entire countryside. From the top it seemed as if you could see all of Italy! After we went to what has been called the best gelato in the world at the Dondoli Gelateria di Piazza. The mango tastes exactly like you’re eating a mango and is definitely my favorite.



I’ve also had the chance to take another trip to Florence and a few other small trips here and there. Classes have been busy but not unmanageable. The weather in Siena has thankfully been a bit warmer and Italy is still amazing. I’m looking forward to the traveling seminar in Sicily next week and Spring Break soon, too! I’m still in awe of how beautiful and amazing it all is, the feeling hasn’t worn off yet and I doubt it will.

Madison Bedford, University of Virginia
CET Siena Student Correspondent

giovedì 14 marzo 2013

Argentino, americano e anche francese


Un nuovo papa!!!! The selection of a new Pope. What an amazing thing to have experienced here while I am in Italy. As I write this blog, it is 11pm on the eve of this decision. I feel so blessed to have been here during this time, and I am not even a religious person! This is truly a life experience which I will never forget.
            My homestay Mom, Sylvia, called me into the dining/TV room right after the white smoke had been released from the chimney of the Cappella Sistina. I posted up in the soft, comfy chair in front of the live coverage waiting for Papa Francesco to emerge on the balcony of St. Peter’s for his public address. Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio of Argentina, the first pope of this era to not be European, asked the crowd in St. Peter's Square to bless him as he started his new "journey”. He spoke clear, simple Italian, so that even those who know little could understand. I feel very good about this pope after he bent over and prayed along with the thousands of people; the moment of silence chilled my bones. The conclave’s decision, in a time where the Vatican could consider evolving, truly shows their willingness to lean in the direction of modernization as the faithful are. 
            After, Sylvia and I had a wonderful dinner together discussing the past, present, and future of Italy. I feel so proud to be able to sit and converse, completely in Italian, about events so close to the heart of the citizens here. Unfortunately I have no pictures to commemorate this historical event, but I cannot ignore the irony of this situation.  About one month ago, I made plans to go to Rome this weekend. With these recent events, Italy has treated me too well! I will live history this weekend, and I cannot wait. 
            But prior to this, I have some other recent experiences of mine that I wish to share. Two weekends ago, my friend Liz and I traveled to Verona and Padova (Padua for us Americans) to explore the Veneto region of Italia. We were in search of a Romeo and Juliet experience in Verona and the Scrovegni Arena Chapel in Padova. Making both of these goals come true, we conquered.  Friday morning Liz and I hopped on the Sena bus leaving Pz. Gramsci in Siena, and 4 hours later were in the city of the Capulets and Montagues. Verona is a beautiful, rich city of Northern Italy where Shakespeare set his tragedy Romeo and Juliet. Walking down the main street to the city was an experience I will never forget. The energy of the people on this gorgeous spring day was amazing. In my opinion, being in Verona felt very similar to being in a city of the US. Especially when we entered the main Piazza where beautiful brightly-colored, neoclassical buildings surrounded us. Yet I knew I was in Italy when a giant, ancient Roman Arena found itself in the dead center of the square. Wow, magnifico. Italy is truly an ancient place in preservation. The modern day government buildings encompass this antique giant made of ancient stone. Liz and I continue our day doing all of the tourist things such as finding the balcony of Juliet and rubbing the right breast of her statue for good luck. Of course all of this is fiction, but we had to play into it. For dinner we had the classics of Verona: a polenta, salami, and Veronese cheese plate con vino rosso. So delicious. 
            
After a night in Verona in the quaintest hostel, we are off to Padova via un treno. We were there in search of Giotto’s amazing frescos of the Arena Chapel. Luckily Liz had reserved us tickets ahead of time. Before the Chapel, we were able to explore the city. I got the feeling while in Padova that I was in France, although I have never been to France haha, but this is how I imagine it to be. Perfectly manicured lawns with beautiful fountains, and the shinning sun. Una bella giornata! A day in Padova filled with art and sites left me tired and ready to pass out on the bus ride home to Siena.

Megan Kessler, Brandeis University
CET Siena Student Correspondent