Sunday, November 27, 2005

What I Learned About My Big Sister Lin.

1. She has a hard time eating Granny Smith Apples, therefore taking considerably smaller bites out of those delicious green things than her little sister.

2. She will sacrifice personal style for the sake of warmth. I think she is going to rob a bank, what is that thing on her head?

3. She doesn't offer me nearly enough picture opportunities to capture that beautiful smile.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

An American Day

Completely nonintentional. Incredibly relaxing. Today I went to America and back to Italy. Visiting the US Embassy is quite the venture, involving specialized requests and security checks. Our professors secured a special tour to visit a recently restored Renaissance painting housed in one of the offices. When we passed through the gates, the gaurd said, "Welcome to the United States of America." How odd that these words felt so warm. Following my quick trip back "home" we ate at the Hard Rock located just across the street of the embassy, my first time. Oddly, I chose to eat a Mediterranean veggie sandwich with hummus. In any event, it still was a very American day.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

What's Wrong with Me?

I have issues. I can't stop. I am tired. I don't know what to do.

A Lesson in Gastronomy


My wonderfully intelligent history professor organized an amazing night in the Roman suburbs. In the little town of Bracciano, an hour train ride from Rome, he put together a marvelous five course meal for a lesson to ISU in gastronomy. Professor Huber, once a professional chef and owner of his own restaurant in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, still owned by his family, prepared fritatas alla cipolla (antipasti), risotto agli asparagi and tagliatelle alle noci e radicchio (primi), faraona alle pesche con prosciuto (secundo), patate in padella (contorno) and mousse di mascarpone (dolce). It was amazing.

Friday, November 11, 2005

There Once Was a Town Drunk...


He wandered around the Roma neighborhoods causing a ruckus wherever he could. The people warned him one day his drinking would get him in trouble, but he didn't listen. The drunk died of inebriation. The end. So sad, however, to commemorate him, the neighborhood built this fountain. Here he stands, holding a wine barrel of which he may never take a drink; only serve others. Did I say commemorate? I mean mock.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Dr. Beat...


please distract me with some new tunes.

The Little Ones


How would you feel if you were a giant man and all the little putti used you as a playground.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

So Surreal.


I was in Venice and The Italian Job.

I Went to Zurich Last Week


These are the beautiful Swiss Alps from my oh so scenic train seat.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

To The One Who I Love So Dear...

I love you and I'm sorry. Please forgive me?

I Want to Scream, But the Tears Are Getting In the Way.

Why can't I just go back in time? I just want things the way they were.