THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN.
Tuesday was our last field trip to Rome...and a bitter-sweet one at that.
We toured a final number of churches throughout the city that were written about in Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. As I walked through these buildings, I didn't so much think about why I was there in that particular moment, as I had been doing for the last 3 months. Instead, I stared at the ceilings, I let my hands pass along the marbled walls, and I simply sat and took in the atmosphere. It hit me, at some point, that in a few days I would not be able to look out the window and see such incredible architecture. I think we have all taken for granted the scenery. It will be hard to come home and not be surrounded by beautiful structures. I find it difficult to convey what I've seen. I think one has to see it for himself to grasp the glory of the age when art exploded, forever changing the world and the way we live.
Wednesday began our Thanksgiving break. My original plan was to go to London and Paris, but due to the riots in Paris and "no vacancy" in London, I had to stay in Ariccia. Much to my surprise, I was relieved to be able to relax this week and get things done. I have to give an hour long presentation on a 25 page paper that I have been writing between classes and field trips, next Thursday. It would have been stressful, I think, to come home three days before that presentation. I'll move on...I don't want to bore you.
Thursday, I went in to Rome with three of the others to shop and eat a nice meal for Thanksgiving. For some unknown reason, it took us 3 hours to get to Termini from Ariccia. (Usually takes about 50 minutes). So, by the time we finally got into Rome, we were starved!! We ended up going to the HardRock Cafe for the 7th time. I got chicken fingers, "twisted mac & cheese," and mashed potatoes. It was pretty good, but not nearly as delicious as all the turkey, ham, dressing(s), casseroles, and deserts that come pouring in each year at my massive family's Thanksgiving dinner.
I did however get to say a few words to them over a very fuzzy speaker phone, as I was smushed between smelly Europeans, waiting for the train to come, in the freezing cold. It was wonderful to hear their sweet voices.
P.S. Uncle Cecil: Italians don't use the word "happy" as we do. They said "good birthday" instead of happy birhtday and "I have happy" instead of I am happy. Therefore, we would say, "Buon Thanksgiving." I just didn't want the whole Etheredge clan to think that I haven't learned anything over here!
Well, my dear friends,I must get to work! I have so much research to do today. I refuse to get less than an A on this project. So, with that said...
buon giornata! (have a good day)
Tuesday was our last field trip to Rome...and a bitter-sweet one at that.
We toured a final number of churches throughout the city that were written about in Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. As I walked through these buildings, I didn't so much think about why I was there in that particular moment, as I had been doing for the last 3 months. Instead, I stared at the ceilings, I let my hands pass along the marbled walls, and I simply sat and took in the atmosphere. It hit me, at some point, that in a few days I would not be able to look out the window and see such incredible architecture. I think we have all taken for granted the scenery. It will be hard to come home and not be surrounded by beautiful structures. I find it difficult to convey what I've seen. I think one has to see it for himself to grasp the glory of the age when art exploded, forever changing the world and the way we live.
Wednesday began our Thanksgiving break. My original plan was to go to London and Paris, but due to the riots in Paris and "no vacancy" in London, I had to stay in Ariccia. Much to my surprise, I was relieved to be able to relax this week and get things done. I have to give an hour long presentation on a 25 page paper that I have been writing between classes and field trips, next Thursday. It would have been stressful, I think, to come home three days before that presentation. I'll move on...I don't want to bore you.
Thursday, I went in to Rome with three of the others to shop and eat a nice meal for Thanksgiving. For some unknown reason, it took us 3 hours to get to Termini from Ariccia. (Usually takes about 50 minutes). So, by the time we finally got into Rome, we were starved!! We ended up going to the HardRock Cafe for the 7th time. I got chicken fingers, "twisted mac & cheese," and mashed potatoes. It was pretty good, but not nearly as delicious as all the turkey, ham, dressing(s), casseroles, and deserts that come pouring in each year at my massive family's Thanksgiving dinner.
I did however get to say a few words to them over a very fuzzy speaker phone, as I was smushed between smelly Europeans, waiting for the train to come, in the freezing cold. It was wonderful to hear their sweet voices.
P.S. Uncle Cecil: Italians don't use the word "happy" as we do. They said "good birthday" instead of happy birhtday and "I have happy" instead of I am happy. Therefore, we would say, "Buon Thanksgiving." I just didn't want the whole Etheredge clan to think that I haven't learned anything over here!
Well, my dear friends,I must get to work! I have so much research to do today. I refuse to get less than an A on this project. So, with that said...
buon giornata! (have a good day)
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