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The Best Day of My Life

April 11, 2015 was the best day of my life.

ALmafi Coast
Nearing the end of this trip, I can definitely say that I have lived a full and meaningful life. What I was probably searching for the most abroad was the meaning of life. At home I felt cooped up. I went to school 4 hours away from home, and traveled around the United States and various islands with my immediate family on vacation. But, I felt like I was holding myself back and constantly stuck in the same routine. Getting into medical school is my ultimate goal and dream in life. And I definitely don’t consider myself one of the smartest people in my classes. Therefore, I feel like I have to put in so much more work and effort, to be in arm’s reach of those who are just more naturally intelligent than I. I didn’t mind putting in the work if it lead me to my goal; but it definitely was frustrating when I had to miss out on things to prepare myself for an exam or lab report. I remember selling my Michigan vs. Penn State football game a year ago, to instead study for a chemistry exam that upcoming Monday. I was devastated to find that the game was truly one of the best in Penn State history, us winning after going into several overtimes, and I was on the same campus in a computer lab alone.
I had never been to Europe before coming abroad in January. The extent of foreign territory I previously visited was Canada and the Bahamas. This past fall I watched several of my friends go abroad, and followed their experiences on social media sites. I was so jealous taking only science classes and studying for the MCAT, while watching them pose by the Leaning Tower of Pisa or visit Harry Potter Studios. I was accepted to my Italian program in July, but it didn’t hit me that I was actually going to spend 5 months in a foreign country until after I went through security at the airport on January 3rd and could no longer see my family in the crowd. It was then that I started to feel a huge mix of emotions: frightened, alone, excited, nervous, and anxious all at once.
This experience abroad has definitely had its up and downs. The downs consisted of more homesickness than I could have ever imagined; and difficulty learning the Italian language as a beginner in the country of Italy itself, which was a necessary key to survival.
But the ups are absolutely amazing, and make life worth living. The best day of my life, hands down, was yesterday on April 11, 2015.
My program, the Umbra Institute of Perugia, Italy, offered an optional trip to my class this weekend in The Almafi Coast. The itinerary was Pompeii Friday morning, Sorrento Friday night, Capri Saturday, and Naples on Sunday.
I was a very nerdy and weird child grouping up, so I thought the bodies and artifacts being preserved in Pompeii from the volcanic eruption was so incredibly cool. I read as many books on it as I could get my hands on; and remember writing a creative story in 6th grade for a writing assignment on it. Pompeii had a lot more buildings and its site’s structure was overall more preserved than I expected. They told us that if volcanic mud lacks oxygen and therefore an item covered in in will not decompose from within, but something covered in volcanic ash will. Therefore, everything preserved on the site was covered in mud because the organic elements were still conserved. I expected a lot more bodies and animals preserved on site than there were. I only saw two casts of bodies in hardened volcanic mud, and was really excited to see more as gruesome as that is.
Pompeii
Pompeii
Skipping ahead to Sunday, we went to Naples. Naples is the birthplace of pizza and also one of the most mafia controlled regions of Italy. The city itself was ruined for me in my Contemporary Italy class, where my teacher who is from Naples told us a horrific story of how the mafia controlled her family’s lives at one point. If I had not been told that before visiting the town, I probably would have found it quite pretty. But I did get an awesome pizza that I had no problem eating in one sitting for lunch, which is an awful skill I have acquired here and am quite scared of. After a traditional Neapolitan pizza lunch, we got back on the bus for a 5 hour bus ride back to Perugia for school on Monday morning.
naples
On Saturday morning we took a ferry from Sorrento to Capri. I thought Sorrento was quite pretty, and it absolutely is, but Capri is nothing I have and will never see again. Capri is this absolutely GORGEOUS town on the shores of the Almafi Coast. It is famous for it’s Blue Grotto, and there are tons of boating agencies that give you an ample number of flyers and brochures with all your options of getting there. Some include a boat tour around the island with a trip to the Blue Grotto included for around 17€ or some take you starlight to the Blue Grotto for around 14€. I went with a group of 45 students, and we broke up into several groups. My group turned out to be about 20 people and a man who owned his own boat came up to us and offered to give us a tour of the island and to the Blue Grotto for 15€ for 2 hours, because we were already such a large group. The larger agencies had boats leaving for the tour at least half an hour later than his offer of leaving immediately. I think I’ve gotten pretty good about reading people here that offer services, and this guy did not seem like he would rip us off or take us away to somewhere else, and the rest of the group agreed so we took him up on his offer. It was the best decision I ever made.
Capri
We all went on his speed boat and were given over a two hour tour around the entire island and it was the best experience of my life. The island’s view from the water is one that you would see from a final 2 date on the Bachelor or a challenge in Survivor. It was a place that you never thought you would ever be able to see, without being a millionaire. The cliffs and rock formations all around the island are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. The water was so naturally aquamarine blue, even at deep depths – it was magical. I was glad we took his smaller boat than a larger, touristy one because we were able to fit into caves. He would take us into caves and show us the most beautiful bright orange coral on the floor and walls of the cave. I kept tearing up, along with several of my friends, on this boat tour because of how absolutely amazing it was. We all just kept repeating how unreal it was that we were able to see all these things just in these two hours; and how grateful we are for this study abroad experience overall.
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Coming out of a cave we were in this cove surrounded by cliffs and grottos. The ocean was crystal clear all over and you could see all the way to the very far bottom with fish and marine life bustling around. I swam on a swim team for 13 years. There is nothing I love more than the water. I love to swim more than anything in the world. I actually wrote a college admissions essay on it. When I swim, it’s like the whole world is gone. The only thing that exists is me in the water. Everything bad that happened that day melts away and I feel like I am in the clouds, as peaceful as ever.
So, we were about to head out to see the rest of the island and slowly backing out of a grotto. The captain of the boat showed us how the water glistened in the sunlight on the absolutely beautiful day. And it was the biggest tease ever. So here I was sitting on the boat, mesmerized by the most beautiful sea I have seen and wanted nothing more than to jump into it. Several girls in my group wore bikinis under their dresses in hopes that they would be able to make use out of them. And one asked the boat driver if we could swim. He turned off the boat and said, “Get in and swim, but I don’t want to”.
Before any of us had made a decision of whether to jump in or not, one girl from our group jumped in a dress completely clothed. All the other girls in my group started throwing their clothes left and right, getting down to their bikinis. They all jumped in one by one, two boys following in their boxers. And I had a decision to make: to jump in, or not to jump in. You see I was not wearing a bathing suit under my dress, and this is probably the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life due to pizza and gelato almost daily and little to no exercise. But I said to myself, if you don’t do this now you’ll always regret never taking this chance. So quite spontaneously, I stripped down to my bra and underwear and jumped into the water joining my friends.
Capri

Capr

It was one of the coldest things I have ever experienced in my entire life. When I came up for air I couldn’t feel my entire body. My heart rate was the fastest it had ever been, with my body trying to adjust to the drastic change in temperature. It was so cold that it was actually extremely hard to breathe. And everyone in the water agreed with me, but told me after a few minutes your body gets used to it and calms down. Another one of my friends didn’t have a bathing suit either, but was inspired by my underwear swim and joined in on the fun.
Mediterranean Sea

Mediterranean Sea

They were right. It did get warmer, or at least my body got used to it. And it was the most amazing thing I had ever done. I looked up and was surrounded by the crystal clear Mediterranean Sea, breath-taking rock formations, and plenty of sunshine. I laid on my back and floated around for a bit, the happiest I had ever been in my entire life. I understood life. I understood living. I finally understood the meaning of existence. For moments like this.

Location: Capri, Italy

Blank Space/Spring Break Lyrics

Blank Space/Spring Break Lyrics

For an assignment in my Human Development class, we were asked to make a teaching tool using all sorts of techniques we discussed in class. The lesson had to be taught through a vehicle, a way that almost anyone can learn or understand something; and a replicator, something that could be reused and applied to another concept. The tool had to apply to any lesson we wanted to teach Fall 2015 incoming study abroad students to our program. I chose to remaster the well known song Blank Space by Taylor Swift, and change it to Spring Break. My friends helped me very much, and I think did a really great job with this product below. Feel free to play the song or preferably the karaoke version in the background and sing along! Maybe you will even learn a thing or two about packing for spring break!

Blank Space / Spring Break

Taylor Swift / Kerry Woods

 

Nice to meet you

Where you been?

I can show you incredible things

 

Grab a backpack and a friend

We got there and I thought oh my god

Look at that place

This looks like my next escape

Break’s a party, wanna play?

 

No money, need a flight

I can find it on sky scanner

It might seem so cheap to fly

But you didn’t see the hidden fees

So hey, read the fine print

Save your euros till the end

Grab your passport and my hand

Make sure you have enough socks for the weekend

 

You might take some pictures, or sleep on lots of trains

You can tell me when it’s over, if the hostel was worth the shower

Got a long list of check-ins

My friends think I’m insane

But I just love to travel, so it was worth the pain

 

Cause we’re young and we’re reckless

We’ll take this world by storm

The views will leave you breathless and make you sad to part

Got a long list of check-ins,

My friends think I’m insane

But I’ve got a passport baby, so stamp your place

 

Sandy beaches, clear blue skies

Oh so many beautiful things

Pretty places, such long lines

Buy your ticket before they sell out

Find out where to walk, take the bus for over three stops

But the worst is yet to come

Oh no!

Walking, blisters, oh my god

I don’t want to pay for a cab

Should have got a metro pass

Then I check the routes like, oh my god

Where am I?

Why didn’t I decide to fly?

But then I would have missed these sights

Cause you wanna buy souvenirs so better pack light

 

You might take some pictures, or sleep on lots of trains

You can tell me when it’s over, if the hostel was worth the shower

Got a long list of check-ins

My friends think I’m insane

But I just love to travel, so it was worth the pain

 

Cause we’re young and we’re reckless

We’ll take this world by storm

The views will leave you breathless and make you sad to part

Got a long list of check-ins,

My friends think I’m insane

But I’ve got a passport baby, so stamp your place

 

Tourists only want selfies if it’s torture,

Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn you

Tourists only want selfies if it’s torture,

Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn you

 

You might take some pictures, or sleep on lots of trains

You can tell me when it’s over, if the hostel was worth the shower

Got a long list of check-ins

My friends think I’m insane

But I just love to travel, so it was worth the pain

 

Cause we’re young and we’re reckless

We’ll take this world by storm

The views will leave you breathless and make you sad to part

Got a long list of check-ins,

My friends think I’m insane

But I’ve got a passport baby, so stamp your place


Location: Perugia, Italy

I Have Been to Hell

I Have Been to Hell

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Last Stop of Spring Break: Poland

     While planning the 10 days of Spring Break, I had difficulty choosing a third stop. My main goals of this semester were to go to Paris, London, Barcelona, Rome, and Venice. Everything else would be a bonus. I had already traveled to the first one at the beginning of the semester; and I can easily say that Paris is my favorite city in all of Europe. Then Spring Break already had London and Barcelona on the agenda, and I am going to visit Rome during Easter. So, a had a few days at the end of the trip to play around with. I honestly don’t remember how or why I thought of it but I realized that it was quite cheap and a very good possibility of going to Krakow, Poland. I am not Polish, at all. I think I have had one Polish food item in my entire life: pierogies.
     My interest in Poland was not for it’s cute little town of Krakow, but a place an hour and a half away from there: Auschwitz and Birkenau concentration camps. I remember quite vividly in 7th grade reading Night by Elie Wiesel. I had read Anne Frank and Number the Stars in previous classes, but something really struck me in Night. I remember that towards the end of the book about a concentration camp in the Holocaust, Elie Wiesel recounted, a Holocaust survivor, a memory of being dragged out of the concentration camps when the Allies started invading. The S.S. Officers had these innocent “prisoners” literally run out of the camp. They were all on the brink of death due to the cold, starvation, and disease that constantly knocked at their door. But that didn’t stop the officers from having these men run 40 miles without stopping. If they slowed down or began to walk during any of it they would be shot on the spot, and left on the side of the road to die. I don’t know if 40 miles is an exaggeration but that didn’t matter to me. I believe myself to be well nourished and slightly in shape, I try to workout 3-4 times a week, However I know for a fact that if you currently had me run over 2 miles there is no way I could get past the second mile without stopping. And this is in the best case scenario. I have been sleeping in a sanitary home, been fed 3 or more full meals a day, and have access to healthcare. I can not imagine someone putting a gun to my head and telling me to run almost twice the length of a marathon without proper nutrition, adequate sleep, shoes, and overall mental health.
     I know there are even more horrific stories regarding the Holocaust than this. But for some reason this one really resonated with me and made me extremely eager to educate myself further on the atrocities inflicted on humankind during that time. I remember reading as many books as I could on it in grade school, and I continually am searching for documentaries on Netflix.
     If you didn’t already know, I am a psychology major. I chose to apply to college my senior year of high school with this intended major, because of the AP Psychology class I was taking at the time. I always knew I wanted to be a doctor but almost all the science classes I had taken, leading up to that point, were all the same to me. I didn’t mind biology or chemistry. I did however despise physics. I have completed all my physics requirements, taking 2 courses in college, and I have not changed at all. I am currently studying for the MCAT here, scheduled to take it in June, and nothing makes me more angry than the fact that I have to study physics all over again. I seriously just do not understand it, and do not think I ever will.
     Sorry for the tangent, just a little window to my soul. Anyway, the point of all of that was: I choose to be a psychology major after learning about schizophrenia. I am still to this day, perplexed by the incredible effects of this disease on one’s mind. It is nothing like any other psychiatric disorder. And I could go on and on about that. But I found out that I could apply to college as a Psychology Bachelor of Science in Neuroscience, and I could have not been more thrilled. I am actually planning to graduate with that degree this fall, and am so happy that I stuck to that degree. I think that my interest in the Holocaust also unconsciously helped me choose my major due to the psychological mysteries of how and why people did the things they did. And the amazement of how so many disgusting events were able to take place, that never should have even been a thought that crossed in one’s mind.
     So, I was ecstatic to visit the concentration camps of Auschwitz and Birkenau. I actually looked forward to it all week, as much as I did to going to Harry Potter World. I have been to the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. twice and that is probably one of my favorite museums in this world. If you are interested in history, or want to experience something earth shattering, I highly suggest visiting this museum if you have not already done so.
     Below are my notes and experiences from the two camps. I did not take any pictures while inside the camps so that I could focus all my attention on the tour and try to put myself in the shoes of the victims and survivors of the unimaginable travesty millions of innocent lives were lost to.

Auschwitz

Poland

The picture above is the gate to the entrance of Auschwitz. translated to English as: “Work Will Set You Free”.

     From the words of the tour guide, these are the notes I wrote to myself on the bus back recording all that I remembered.
Auschwitz was only a men’s camp, much smaller than Birkenau. It was not as primitive as I had imagined. It looked to me as kind of like a little town with multicolored brick buildings that from the outside looked like functional homes; if you didn’t know the history.
     Inside the barracks of the prisoners there were about 6 toilets for a house full of 800 to 1,000 men in each. The guards only allowed prisoners to use the bathroom for 10 seconds to tops a minute. Outside of the bathrooms were pictures of hundreds of prisoners that had lived there. Instead of being identified by being tattooed with a number on their arm, they were photographed. It was a black and white photograph taken after their arrival to the camp. At the bottom there were two dates: the day they arrived at the camp and the day they “died”. The day they died was an account of the day they were murdered. I just want to clarify that. Several people had the exact same day that they died, obviously accounting for a mass murder.
     Each person had their own picture, and no matter if you were male or female – your head was shaved and your skin was extremely dirty. You all wore the same striped prisoner/pajama outfit, and it was actually extremely difficult to differentiate the women from the men. I distinctively remember seeing a set of twins, young boys with their pictures right next to eachother and looked extremely alike. They had the same last name and looked identical in age. Several people photographed looked extremely similar to some of my friends and family back home. This made my stomach turn. This could have been them. If I had been born at the wrong place and the wrong time, I could have lived through this. It was extremely powerful to see the faces of just a small percentage of the victims. It hit even harder to home, when I was able to truly see these people as individuals, rather than a huge group was was exterminated. The thing that made me the most upset was that every single picture had a day that they died, no one from this group survived.
Here are some more notes from that day, if I elaborated on each one this post would never get done:
 – Only women that were there were used as “guinea pigs” in sterilization experiments of their reproductive organs. Hundreds died due to the after effects of these surgeries.
St. Maximilian Kolbe was a Polish priest that took a lethal injection in the place of another prisoner – to save his life because he was the father of 5.
– room with hair completely filled from the floor to the ceiling with human hair from the camp, size of room 2x bigger than my living room at home
– 2 huge rooms filled with all the shoes of all the victims – one red sandal that I thought could have been mine
Put things in perspective as the black sheep
– these exhibits were even larger and extensive, rightfully so, than the holocaust museum in DC that I have visited twice and still appreciate
– no documentary or recorded interview component here that I really enjoy at the one in DC to connect with the survivors with their personal accounts of the war
– put names to faces and go person by person on how this affected them
– I started crying at this one because he explained about how many women were killed and died and it hit home more so for me connecting more to that as a woman, I was still viewing it as a sort of outsider because it was a men’s work camp so it was hard to picture myself there
– didn’t take pictures on purpose
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The Most Overwhelming Experience, The Closest Thing to Hell

     I saw an original gas chamber still in the same state as it was when used. And it was extremely hard for me to be in. The entire time,  I was picturing what happened in it when the “Zylon? B” chemical was dropped in, and the hundreds of people packed in who thought they were taking showers started to suffocate. I was consumed by their probable last words, thoughts, actions. Who they were with as they perished, for the 15 – 40 minutes on average it took them to die.
      I kept picturing family members, if they had beaten the odds and weren’t separated at that point, screaming out and holding onto one another. I kept seeing little children grabbing onto their grandmothers, for the young and old were murdered first right off the train together. I could see them all vulnerable, being naked and bald. They were stripped and heads shaved before the showers. Their clothes sold off and hair used to stuff things like German pillows.

Birkenau

birk

     It was exactly what I had imagined, primitive, and deplorable living conditions. This camp was comprised of ruins of the gas chambers and barracks of the women prisoners. Birkenau was started as a woman’s work camp. But, Roma gypsies were there too because there was debate at the time of whether they were a “subhuman race” or not like the Poles and Jews. An experimental doctor did studies on them because they acquired “water cancer” as a side effect of starvation. The S.S. believed they were “subhuman” because of their facial features – it reminded me of phrenology by Joseph Gall.
     Another type of experimentation was housed here, twin studies.  I thought the twin studies were disgusting, but so interesting as a psychology major. I have had heard about them before but was never immersed in the actual history like I was there. The twin studies did autopsies on the twins almost immediately after sorting when came off the train. Sets of twins were separated from the rest of their families right away to be used in experiments; to see if there was a difference in their anatomy. This was thought to be a way to discover how to produce multiple births through experimentation to expand the German race further at a faster rate. They also would do things to one twin and see if it would affect the other in a similar way without physically touching the other. Experimentally trying to see whether identical twins experienced the same feelings with only one experiencing a stimulus compared to that of fraternal. And also one of the most famous was seeing if they could alter eye color through barbaric practices.

The Cycle of Life of A Prisoner in the Women’s Barracks

     There were 3 levels of bunks in the women’s barracks. These became symbolic of the circle of life within the camp.
     The top of the 3 levels of bunks was the best because human waste only travels downwards. Therefore, if you were strong you would be on the top bunk.
     The weak with early stages of illness slept on the second bunk.
     When you became delusional and had diarrhea, due to many diseases and starvation you would be placed on the bottom bunk and would wait for inevitable death. At this point you would have no possible chance for survival on this level. Witness accounts of survivors said that this just became the way of life for them to see on a daily basis. It wasn’t even that upsetting when someone went down to the bottom bunk.

This Was Actually My Favorite Part of Study Abroad

Believe it or not, when people have asked me what my favorite thing has been while studying abroad, I always answer with this experience. I think it is so important to go somewhere of extremely important historical significance. It was cool to take a picture with the Eiffel Tower, lay on a beach in Spain, take pictures as gladiators in-front of the Colosseum, and see the sets of Harry Potter – but nothing trumped this experience.

There is this saying that history repeats itself. Therefore we all need to educate ourselves on genocides in the past and in contemporary society, so that we can prevent them from reoccurring in the future.

     During the architectural planning of Birkenau, the designers made the camp completely flat to terminate any possible chance of escape. This was because prisoners could then not hide in the shadows at any point. However, the team at Auschwitz were not so lucky.
     My favorite part of the whole trip was finding out that 200 people escaped from Auschwitz. This number to me is so few, because when one prisoner went missing 10 people were chosen at random to take the punishment of the escapee and starve to death. I personally thought that this was a great number, because I think that even one life is worth moving mountains for.

Location: Krakow, Poland

America’s Next Top Model: LONDON EDITION

Next Stop on Spring Break: LONDON

To start off the trip, on the train someone asked if we were on Next Top Model. My self esteem went through the roof. Which is really funny because due to Italy’s fabulous production of gelato, wine, pizza, and chocolate I am actually the largest I probably have ever been. But anyways, here is London through the eyes of a “Top Model”.

London

Well it took over an hour in line at border control/customs , it was by far the most extensive background check I have had yet. We stayed with the aunt and uncle of Ayanna, friend I am traveling with for spring break, in Norwich, UK. Norwich is a 3 hour bus ride from the airport but 2 hour train ride from the city . I slept through the whole 3 hour bus ride, woke up occasionally and the scenery was exactly what I had seen in Harry Potter, rolling green fields and tiny little towns with tiny little houses and little cars. Her uncle picked us up from the bus from the airport in his town in Norwich, took us to his cute apartment where his loving wife had prepared us a traditional Nigerian dinner of chicken and rice and fried plantains which is like fried bananas with sugar.

Nigerian food

We sat around with them and talked and watched the Manchester vs. Barcelona soccer game, which is funny because we had just come from there. “Uncle” had her call her mom and grandma and aunts which was fun to see them all talk together and kind of get together as a family. “Auntie” kept making me tea, which was so nice because I’ve had a very frightening cough due to the Italian winters – that are a lot colder than you would expect because they don’t really use heating so going outside is pretty similar to being inside. (Sorry for the awful run-on sentence) Doesn’t make a difference where you are. I wear a north face and several layers to bed at night.

Wednesday morning we woke up to head to Wartford for Harry Potter World/ Warner Brothers Studios, which we had tickets to, and were greeted by eggs, toast, baked beans, and sausage. This was one of my best experiences in Europe because it was so generous and homey. As soon as I sat down, her aunt handed me another cup of tea and had another one already in a thermos for me to travel with that morning, one of the kindest things and people I have ever met. Her uncle brought us to the train station to head into Wartford to geek out on J.K. Rowling’s dynasty. Round trip was 59£ for the journey there and back during off time hours – rush hours are from 5 am to 9 am. These are even more expensive because some people commute into the city for work, and the railways take advantage of this and it therefore costs more. We also had tickets to a double decker bus tour in London the next day and bought another set of round trip tickets which were 42£ – cheaper because we bought them ahead of time. They said these can cost only about 16 £ if you purchase them a couple days ahead of time. But I didn’t mind because we were staying with her family for no cost, and served several meals there which saved us a significant amount. Her aunt also packed us lunch and snacks for the day; which was extremely kind and funny because she loaded up this huge bag that I was carrying around the train station which seemed to be my luggage because of how heavy it got.

 

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The one thing that bugged be about London: everyone is very health conscious. Which made me self conscious. There are ads for gyms everywhere and an extremely large amount of people all running around in packs, literally, and wearing the sportiest gear I have ever seen. I kept eating tuna or chicken sandwiches here and felt much healthier than my travels so far in Spain, France, and Italy.

Harry Potter World

Harry Potter

Warner Brothers Studios is in Wartford, which seems to be about an hour outside London if you take trains due to switching trains twice to get there. Warner Bros. has a shuttle from the Wartford junction station for a round trip of 2£ to and from the studios which I found to be well worth it. As a heads up, you cannot purchase tickets on location. You MUST prepay ahead of time. You can have tickets mailed to you for an additional charge, or pick up at arrival which is what we did and for free! When you purchase tickets online, you have to pick a time for arrival. They say you have to get there within 15 minutes of that time or you will have issues entering – we arrived an hour later than our purchased time slot and there was no problem at all, people check tickets at several stops and never said anything about ours . Also it was PACKED, even though it was a Wednesday afternoon in February – so I would look out for only early or later times if you plan on going during usual vacation times like around holidays or summer.

The studios itself are much more of a museum, completely different from Harry Potter World at Universal Studios in Orlando which I went to about 3 years ago. This place is filled with all the sets, costumes, and props for the actual movies; and therefore there is not nearly as large as an interactive component as in Florida. There are no rides, and only one time you sit down and watch an introductory video in a large audience; which reminded me of It’s a Bug’s Life in Animal Kingdom Disney World without the 3D effects and bugs stinging your chair.

That being said, I think this place is much more for teenagers and adults than for kids. Lots of things are for viewing only, behind ropes and glass cases and therefore to be seen and not touched . I know my siblings and I would have had a problem with that in our childhoods, but I think we would be much suited for this type of attraction in our late teenage years an early 20s. Therefore it is called a tour of the studios and rightfully so – it was definitely amazing to see the golden snitch, goblet of fire, Dumbledore’s office, potions class, Great Hall, and lots more in person but I would have loved a bit more to interact with or do per se.

I don’t want to talk that much about it, and spoil the experience for those of you who plan on going on your own. There are lots of things I found astounding that I didn’t take pictures of on purpose so that I could just experience the moment. Photography didn’t give the being the credit it deserved, and to do it justice I want you to go there and see it for yourself. What I found the most amazing was the amount of special and visual effects used in the movies. Scenes where Harry and Ron and Hermoine just walk around a town or in a forest, which I thought were real places, they filmed at were all actually just green screens the actors acted infront of. And the scenery, as simple as a street in an empty town, was all artificially created. I obviously knew the brooms and dragons flying around couldn’t be real but from what I was told at the studios, it seemed as though most of the movie was made from scratch in literally every sense. And it gave me not only for the effects crews, but the actors themselves. I think it is so hard to act with an empty space, unable to interact with anything and basically have to do lots of improv or however you are able to act for the majority of a movie infront of a green screen and no environment to work with at all.

London Itself

Buckingham

We went to London on Thursday and it was kind of actually a nightmare. Due to being so far out, we didn’t get into the city until noon. And then it took us almost 2 whole hours to find our tour bus we had already reserved seats on the week before. I do not recommend doing that. I definitely think you should do a double decker bus tour of as many cities as you can visit – I have done one for almost all the major cities I have been in: Barcelona, Rome, London, and Paris. But for London I suggest that you walk around a bit and get a feel for the bus companies that seem to have the most buses out and about. I would choose that route, do not prepay before going. And it was also pouring rain, and I mean cats and dogs. It was almost hurricane conditions if you ask me. It was so cold and poured for hours with a lot of wind. There was one hour that it let up to a drizzle and we were by Buckingham Palace. So we jumped off there and took a few pictures and grabbed coffee. We didn’t really get to do anything else because the rain started back up and we only had a few more hours before we had to take a train back to Norwich. I saw London Bridge from afar, and you can see the American eskimo I became due to the weather. So we just rode around the bus tour for a couple more hours and grabbed fish and chips before heading back to Norwich.

I definitely need to go back to London. My total of 6 hours actually touring the city did not give it justice. I don’t think I’ll make it back there this trip but I am looking forward to traveling there again in the future!

 

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I want to end on a note about Harry Potter World. You see before this trip I had always held onto this knowingly gullible and naïve idea that Hogwarts existed. I had this vision that it was somewhere hidden way in the hillsides of Scotland by a lake and you could only get there by train like the books and movie say. However, seeing all the sets and props and watching videos on how the special effects teams created the dramatic movie scenes made it truly hit me that Hogwarts isn’t real. A part of the child within me died, and I was kind of upset for a bit there. It’s so sad to grow up, and the magic that you feel as a child like at Christmas or Easter fade away with age. Rent needs to get paid, internships need to be applied for, graduate school admission exams need to be studied for and taken; and with these things I think aging truly begins to set in. I don’t have significant wrinkles or graying hair, or the same stresses as my dad who raised 3 kids by himself for the past 11 years – but I think that these are the times when we truly become old.

 


Location: London, UK

Cheetah Girl, Cheetah Sista

Cheetah Girl, Cheetah Sista

Barcelona beach

Barcelona, Spain (Disney’s Cheetah Girls Movie Location)

Over the past 9 days I was on spring break, and it was an amazing experience being able to travel through 3 countries during that time. The next several blog posts of mine will consist of each country from that trip.

We started with Barcelona leaving Rome on Friday morning. And with that this is where my spring break begins!

We landed in Barcelona Friday evening around 5 pm and the first thing we saw in the airport after unloading the plane was a Burger King; which made us laugh pretty hard because it was the first one we had seen in the past 2 months. We were given directions to the airBnB location where we were staying by the owner, and followed them via a bus of the city transportation system. We were in Barcelona for 3 full days and 4 nights, and not once used a taxi. I was so impressed with our navigation skills – Ayanna, my friend that I traveled with, has an international phone plan and therefore data coverage outside of wifi areas that helped tremendously.

The metro and buses of the city each cost 2.15€ each way per person which is a pretty good deal. But to maximize the transportation services even further, we purchased 3 day passes. These are called Hola BCN! Which you can buy at the airport or any metro station. These passed can be purchased at a discounted rate for any number of days – our 3 day pass with unlimited use of the metro and buses during that time was 20.95€. It came out to be a pretty good deal because we used the buses and metros several times daily and had to change buses and trains en route to city destinations, so in one day I think we used a bus or train 8 times which would have been 17.20€ in one day and would have cost almost the same as the three day pass if we had not purchased it and paid 2.15€ per person every single time. So when visiting Barcelona, I HIGHLY recommend purchasing one of these passes for each person in your party if it makes sense logistically.

After dropping off our stuff at the airBnB, we went out into the city to explore and find a sport for dinner. We came across Tapa Tapa, which is probably a more touristy place but all the food was great. I found it to be a great transition into Spanish food because it is all Spanish tapas (little plates) all around 5€ each. So you can share or have to yourself for dinner or probably lunch too. I had great fresh squid and the best calamari I have ever eaten.
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 We then accidentally came across the miraculous fountain show infront of the National Catalan Museum. It was a gorgeous view overlooking the city at the top of the hill, with the colorful fountain show that played Spanish music synchronized with the water show.
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Saturday
1. Sagrada Familia – 11:15 am
2. Chill bar – MUST GO FOR LUNCH
3. Gaudí House/ Park Guell – 17:00 pm
Saturday morning we took the metro to La Sagrada Familia which is an extremely famous cathedral in Barcelona. I can say, hands down that it is my favorite church I have ever been to. I have been to Notre Dame in Paris and several churches in Italy but this topped them all. My pictures will definitely not do it justice. It’s really hard to explain what it’s like at La Sagrada Familia because it is nothing I have ever seen before. The best way I can explain it is as something that belongs in It’s a Bug’s Life. The interior of the church is made of these columns of marble but look like they belong underground kind of like a cave. They also have a nice little spot in the back that plays a short documentary about the church in Spanish and in English that was very informative. It is very hard to get into, and I HIGHLY suggest booking tickets several days in advance for this. My friend and I booked La Sagrada Familia and Park Guell as one package and saved money that way – total price for 2 places per person was 17.50 euros.
La Sagrada Familia
We read restaurant reviews on TripAdvisor and found this fun place called Chill Bar a block or two away from La Sagrada Familia. I highly suggest going there. It’s this hidden away restaurant that has this cool eclectic feel. It’s like a lounge inside where the tables have either couches or cool comfy seats to sit in. They had amazing sangria and some of the best nachos I have ever had. When you go, get the nachos machos or something that’s 8€ and the option with carne chili, you won’t regret it.
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Park Guell has the famous mosaic animals and structures as well as the house, now a museum, of the architect of La Sagrada Familia, Antoni Gaudi. It is a pretty cool place that is free to enter but tickets are required for the museum of his house if you are interested in that. I found it interesting, but his house is really small so you could go through the whole thing and watch their documentary there in under half an hour. So not a big deal if you aren’t able to do it in my opinion.
Park Guell
The place we went for dinner was on the beach and made both my friend and myself sick after, so I will not give you the name of that as a recommendation.
Sunday
1. Museu Picasso – 11:15 am
2. Beach day
3. Seafood paella
4. Antilla Dance Club
For breakfast we tried this place called El Taller de Supan, a block away from La Sagrada Familia. It is a café that has every baked good you could want. I was quite pleased with their quiche and coffee, they also  sandwiches. If in the nieghborhood, I recommend going there for breakfast.
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The Picasso museum was nothing like I had expected. This single man, Picasso, produced over 4,000 works of art in his life time, and seeing his large variety was incredible. From drawings of farm life and country side, bronze casting of statue heads, paintings water colors and oil pantings of Madrid and Barcelona in they early 1900s, portraits of his family friends, and himself, and probably the most famous abstract art.
It was in the high 50s and a really beautiful sunny day. So after the Picasso Museum, my friend and I walked to the beach that is close by. On the way there, we stopped in a chocolate shop and I got this lemon cake dipped in chocolate fudge icing that was amazing. And then we grabbed BLT sandwiches to go , not very Spanish I am aware, and hit the beach. We sat on the beach eating french fries, BLTs, lemon chocolate cake, and drinking Coke. It was one of the best feelings. Italy is alot coolder than I had anticipated before coming here, and going to a beach with somewhat warm weather was exactly what I needed 2 months into winter.
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For dinner we met up with other girls in our study abroad program that were also traveling in Barcelona that day. They took us to this tiny and from what I understood, authentic Spanish restaurant. It was a pretty generic place from what I could see. I ordered seafood paella which is this famous Spanish dish of rice and lots of seafood all cooked together. It’s very common to find in Barcelona and I’m sure there are a hundred other restaurants there just like it. There was nothing that really stood out at this place, so I wouldn’t really recommend it.
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That night we went salsa dancing at this Latin Dance Club called Antilla. They have salsa dancing lessons during the day and only Latin music club at night on Sundays (other days too, check per season). It was really fun and I would recommend going with a large group of friends or significant other if you plan on trying it out without previous Latin dance experience. I felt out of place and had lots of people help and teach me some moves, but I would recommend doing some lessons before your trip to Spain if going out dancing is something that you would enjoy.
Monday
1. Las rambas street – boqueria market
*get a bag of fruit to munch on for the rest of your day’s or week’s adventures with a refreshing snack
 2. Bus tour – blue turistica don’t recommend
We went to La Boqueria Market on La Ramba Street on Monday morning and it was my favorite place in Barcelona other than La Sagrada Familia. It has every type of food you could ask for: a butcher shop, a fish stand, lots and lots of fruit stands, lots of smoothie and fresh fruit juice stands, chocolate stands, candy stands that are separate from chocolate stands, and so much more. I got a strawberry and banana smoothie which was amazing. At a fruit stand I got a cup of strawberries that was the most freshing thing I have had in awhile. In Italy they eat very few fruits and vegetables – salads are unheard of and never seen here. So I am definitely deprived of fiber and lots of other nutrients due to my constant pizza/pasta and gelato only consumption. I also had a banana and avocado the next day for breakfast from one of these stands and they were the best pieces of fruit I have ever had. My two cents:
 Do not get churros or eat at a restaurant that has a list of and pictures of their plates advertised outside.
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Barcelona was very touristy and not nearly as Spanish in style as I had expected. Only when I was in alleys and hidden away side streets did I feel like I was actually in Spain. The main city centers looked like places in Philly and D.C I have been to which was actually disappointing, looking for something new across the ocean. I would like to go back with a significant other and possibly my own family. It is pretty kid friendly but a great deal of references to marijuana and the largest distribution of condoms sold at little souvenir shops that I have ever seen. I was also not too pleased about the amount of extremely R or plus rated postcards that I didn’t find amusing at all – wanted to hide from little eyes.
Barcelona was a nice city, but definitely did not top Paris as my favorite place in Europe so far.
Onto my next post about London!

Location: Barcelona, Spain

Oui, oui, mon ami.

Oui, oui, mon ami.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris.

-Oscar Wilde

Paris

Paris Holds the Key to My Heart

So far, Paris is my favorite place in Europe. I know I said that about Pisa, but I hadn’t been here yet. The best way to describe Paris is to call it New York City but cleaner to appease to the majority of an American (complete assumption) audience reading this post. You see, I have a slight problem while living here in Italy: I absolutely do not fit in. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE who lives here has hair as black as a raven’s feathers, and slightly pale olive skin due to the winter season. The fact that my dad said to me on FaceTime the other day, “What have they done with our Irish princess?”, perfectly proves the point that my red hair and vast accumulation of freckles, I like to refer to as Pangea, are not the typical Italian look. Therefore I get a bit more attention here in Italy compared to being at home.

I am not sure how familiar everyone here is with the Italian lifestyle and/or its stereotypes. Well for those of you who have heard that Italian men are a bit more aggressive than American lads – you have heard correctly. In my case, at least, I get what you would call “cat called” on a daily basis. On my way to class in broad daylight, in morning hours, I usually hear something along the lines of “Mama Mia!” shouted in my direction. It happens on at least a daily basis for me. And from what I understand it is a normal aspect of Italy’s culture. According to Italian women, men have been doing this for as long as they could remember. And because the men do it so often, the boys grow up thinking it is perfectly acceptable and assumed of them to also do so. Well at first I found it startling and flattering, but now I find it quite annoying. My friends who have darker hair and features say that it does not happen to them nearly as much because they fit in a bit more, I, on the other hand, am seen as a sort of rarity and am noticed more because of the blatantly non-Italian features.

The main reason I LOVED Paris so much was because, not one person cat called me. Beings as it is a big city, there were sooo many people. Everyone was rushing about to get somewhere and no one paid me any mind at all. I loved it, It felt great to just blend in and go along with the flow. I went to small private Catholic schools from kindergarten to senior year of high school, which accumulated to be 12 years. I chose to go to Penn State for college because I wanted to be a tiny fish in an ocean, no longer a whale in a fish tank. In Paris, I was able to be the tiny guppy swimming about without a care in the world and it was wonderful.

As soon as I got onto a train in Rome, coming back from Paris, a group of Italian male teenagers started whistling at me and directing provocative comments towards me. At that point I knew I was officially back home in Italy and once again the whale.

The Weekend I Got to be a Guppy

Paris

If you didn’t already insinuate from before, I must tell you that I loved Paris very much. The atmosphere is like a beehive with all the little honey bees bustling about their merry way without any interruption. I love city lifestyles and could definitely see myself living in a major city someday, before I have kids and want the typical white picket fence and big backyard.

I experienced one of the best moments of my life in Paris that weekend. When we got off the shuttle from the airport to the city it started to snow. And when I say snow, I mean quite more than a flurry or two. It was snowing so hard when we got on the tour bus, that looking out the window was virtually pointless because you couldn’t see anything. That’s when I decided to sit on the top of the double decker bus by myself. I went to the top of the bus in almost blizzard conditions and was completely alone. I had the whole top of the bus to myself, and it was absolutely magnificent. There was this calming quiet and sense of serenity on the top of the double decker bus in the snow. I felt completely at peace and sat down eager to start the ride. We passed by all the major attractions such as the Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, Palace of Versailles, and on and on.

But it wasn’t until the snow really picked up and even I couldn’t see my surroundings very well, that a life altering event occurred. I was squinting, try to see the road ahead through the snowstorm when I felt an ominous figure looming over me. I reluctantly looked over my shoulder, and was astounded to find that it was the Eiffel Tower. I sat there with my jaw dropping to the ground in disbelief. I was completely alone with the Eiffel Tower in a snowstorm. The flurries seemed to lessen their load and became more of a delightful dance during the exquisite moment. I was overwhelmed by an immense feeling of amazement, gratitude, and true joy. I got so emotional I almost started crying. It was one of the most amazing feelings and moments I have ever experienced in my life. And after my own little perfect moment, seemed to have been frozen in time for a split second, the rest of the tour bus came sprinting onto the top deck to get their own moment with my looming friend. This was actually a good thing, because I was able to have someone capture the moment for me with this picture:

Eiffel Tower

The next day was much better weather, with a drizzle or two in the afternoon. So my roommates and I jumped back on the tour bus, after spending several hours at the Louvre. and redid all the sights. And because of the benefits of good weather, were able to jump off at each location to take pictures and explore.

Notre Dame Cathedral

Notre Dame

Arc de Triomphe

Arc de Triomphe

The Louvre

outside the Louvre

One of my all-time favorite things in Paris was the Louvre Museum. I am an art geek and love all types of artwork except for Early United States History Battle scenes. I just don’t enjoy red paint splattered all over the canvas with heads missing and pools of blood engulfing a field. But that’s just me. Anyway, I was so amazed by the Louvre Museum because I am taking an Art History course here called Leonardo da Vinci: Artist, Genius, and Scientist. So, for the first couple weeks of the semester I have been studying his work with the class in chronological order – observing how his technique as an artist evolved from his early days. I was walking through the Louvre on my way to see his world-renown “Mona Lisa”, when I accidentally came across several of his paintings I had just studied in class that very week. I was actually amazed by how powerful it was to be seeing these works firsthand, after studying them a few days before. It’s one thing to look the paintings on a projector or a textbook; but to stand there and appreciate them for their miraculous presence and entirety was probably one of the best aspects of study abroad. It’s so different to be at home and study something and just keep looking at pictures or hearing about them. But when someone studies abroad in a European nation, it is so unreal how easy it is to travel to the locations and monuments you discuss in class.

And I think that’s the true value of studying abroad.

selfie with the Mona Lisa

selfie with the Mona Lisa

 


Location: Paris, France

Pisa My Heart

To Quote Christopher Walken:

I love spaghetti. And I like to cook spaghetti. And I used to eat it every day. I weighed thirty pounds more than I do now. You can’t – you can’t do that.
– Christopher Walken from Love, Eat, Cook 

Daytrips the Past Two Weekends

Assisi

Last weekend my roommate and I went to Assisi as a day trip to check out the town 30 minutes away from our school here in Perugia, Italy. It was a sort of run through of the train system here in Italy and understanding how they all worked so that we had a better understanding of it for future/longer trips.  I LOVE the Italian train system. You can buy a ticket to practically anywhere in Italy, for the most I have seen to be is 50 euros, and you can use that ticket once anytime between the day you got it and 3 months after the day of purchase. To buy the ticket you can go up to a ticket counter and speak in Italian to the man at the desk (not an ideal option for non-fluent speakers such as myself) or you can go to these self-service machines like the ones now at the movie theaters in the US that let you buy your ticket electronically there or an ATM. These electronic machines can be used in almost any language, which I love because there are so few times in Italy that I have been able to speak only outside of my apartment. The only trick is that when you want to use a ticket you have purchased for that route, you have to validate it at a train station the day of. This means you have to put your ticket in a machine, there are dozens of them at larger train stations and a few at smaller ones, and it will stamp your ticket with the date. This means that your ticket is good for that day only and to use one-way.

So my ticket from Perugia to Assisi was 2.50 euro which I think it very affordable, and we jumped on a train around 11:30 pm and got to Assisi’s train station around 12:00 pm.  The only thing in our way was the huge hill to get from the train station to the top of the “mountain” where the town of Assisi lies. Instead of buying a bus ticket to get to the top, my roommate and I already came dressed prepared for a pasta and pizza calorie killing hike up the mountain. Let me tell you, it was an amazing workout. We stopped for a water break halfway and were both sweating when we reached the top. I’m sure the bus would have been pretty cheap and the more touristy option, but we wanted to see how the climb up was and hadn’t worked out in awhile so accepted the challenge. After leaving Assisi we both agreed we are so glad that we didn’t do the bus route up because we think we appreciated the town so much more because we earned it by just getting there.

Assisi

at the top of the climb

Because  I went to Catholic school for 12 years, the Papal Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi absolutely amazed me. When you walk in the cathedral is definitely bigger and of more grandeur than your average church at home – but it wasn’t at all what I expected. I thought it would be adorned in more lavish attire and have paintings basically “dripping” in gold. For those of you who don’t know very much about St. Francis, he started the Franciscan order of friars who believe that you should rid yourself of all wealth and riches and live as simply as possible following the way of the Lord. Therefore, it made sense that the main floor of St. Francis’s Basilica was not as fancy – I guess as a lack for a better word. His tomb site is open to visitors below the main floor and I hope everyone reading this is able to visit this place, it is absolutely magical. You go downstairs into what seems like a dungeon and there is this Twilight Zone effect where everything frozen in time back in the 13th century. There are candles and lanterns everywhere and in the center of the room is this great big cement like column which has an opening with St. Francis’s tomb inside lifted up above the ground. It is absolutely amazing. It is absolutely silent in this room with pews to pray scattered around and everyone is just in complete awe being there. I talked to someone in Assisi after this experience, and he said he does not consider himself a religious person nor necessarily always believe in God and such. But he said that when he visits that tomb, this immense and powerful feeling comes over him and he is overcome by belief. It is one of those things in life that is so hard to put into words because of how mind blowing the experience is.

After visiting the tomb, I ventured to the second floor of the Basilica and it took my breath away. It is one of the most beautiful buildings I have ever been in, in my entire life. It is much more grand than the main floor and houses the most beautiful and colorful fresco paintings all over its walls and ceilings it is unbelievable to comprehend that you are actually seeing these things.

I do not have any pictures of the inside of the Basilica because photography is prohibited. I actually do not have a problem with this, because pictures cannot contain the experience of actually going to and visiting this amazing church. I was not able to visit the Cathedral of St. Clare because my roommate and I were short on time after having lunch to make the next train back; but I will most likely go back with a school trip in a few weeks and will report back. I would also like to make a shout-out to my Aunt Mary’s class in Springfield, PA who are following my blog and go to St. Francis of Assisi school!

Assisi

The Papal Basilica of San Francesco, Assisi

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Me in Assisi

Pisa: So far my favorite place

Pisa

Tower of Pisa

Now everyone, I am in love with Pisa. It is by far my favorite place in Europe – so far. I cannot really explain it very well but the town is just so cute and bustling about and everyone is so friendly. I just really loved our day trip there. They have this stretch of shops anywhere from H&M to Foot Locker, and many Italian boutiques and eateries. All the buildings were painted in these bright warm colors and the weather there was fantastic! I go to school in Perugia Italy and it’s usually in the high 30s or low 40s here. In Pisa I did not check the temperature but as you can see in this picture I took off my winter jacket and sweater because it felt like high 50s, maybe even 60s!

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beautiful buildings in Pisa

It was actually so funny, while my roommates and I were taking pictures with the Tower, this group of boys from Gonzaga introduced themselves to us because we were one of the only people there speaking English and asked if we could take their picture. Shout-out to my sister who goes to St. Joseph’s in Philadelphia, I immediately knew Gonzaga because it is a Jesuit school just like St. Joe’s.

Anyway, I am also in love with Pisa for another reason other than its climate: gelato. Final shout-out to my Aunt Kara who told me that I need to eat as much gelato during my time here. Man oh man was that good advice. I have had some stellar gelato here so far in Italy but nothing comes close to the one I had in Pisa.

Pisa

the best thing ever

My friends, this masterpiece consists of half tiramisu and half coffee flavored gelato. When I tell you this was the best thing I have and will probably ever eat, I absolutely stand by that. It was the best 3.50 euros I will ever spend and has been my best purchase on this Earth. As you probably could tell from my past posts, I clearly love food. But I mean how can you not? And when you’re in a country like Italy, everyone is a foodie.

Well folks, that’s all for now! This weekend I am traveling to Paris and could not be any more excited – I seriously still cannot believe I am able to do all these amazing things here this semester. Some things still haven’t hit me and everyday I am blown away by something new. So with my 20 years of experience at life in hand I would like to give a word of advice: Go for it. I don’t care what it is or who you are or where you’re from. If you want to do something with good cause, do it. Life is too short to regret missing out on opportunities.  Get out of your comfort zone and do something that makes you happy. I am trying each and every day to do something different and new and daring to get as much out of this experience as possible; and each time I do so it has been extremely rewarding.

So my final note is, and in the words of a popular brand of athletic wear, “Just Do It”.

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Old McOrsini Had a Farm

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lesson on how to make pasta at Lake Trasimeno

Pictured above, I was receiving a lesson on how to make pasta at Agriturismo Orsini on Lake Trasimeno by the Orsini family. They own a farm on the lake and are one of the founders of the slow food movement in which they completely sustain their selves and farm by complete means of only what they produce themselves. Interestingly enough, there has been an olive oil “famine” this year in Italy due to a bacteria, Xylella fastidiosa, that grew on olive trees and wiped out a large majority of one of Italy’s main exports. Because the Orsini family are in complete control of their products, they were able to get their animals to eat the infected olive branches therefore saving their olive oil production this spring. They are one of the only companies in Italy that were able to successfully produce healthy olives this year and therefore their oil is in high demand. Our group was privileged enough to buy their homemade olive oil before it was released to the public which is sure to sell out quick!

As soon as our group, 90 American students studying abroad at the Umbra Institute this semester, arrived at the farm we were immediately welcomed with open arms by this family. They immediately fed us a “peasant’s breakfast”, which I thought was fit for a King! It consisted of their homemade bread with olive oil and then another sweeter bread that they also made there with chocolate chips baked inside. Molto buono! (Very good!) After a meet and greet with the family over some bread and olive oil, we were given a lesson on how to make pasta – start to finish. Starting with eggs and flour, all the way to how to correctly cut the pasta and then let it dry properly before cooking. After eating pasta that we made that day, and several other courses they prepared for us for lunch; they gave each apartment a plate of even more fresh pasta to take back with us and eat for dinner that night. Such sweet and loving people.

Below is the process of how to make pasta taught by the Orsini family:

 

pasta making

step 1: flour and eggs

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outside class

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step 3: rolling out pasta

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step 4: being taught how to cut the pasta properly

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took off the training wheels

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ready to be cooked!

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finished product, lunch!


Location: Lake Trasimeno, Italy

my street in Perugia

first day in Perugia, Italy

50 Shades of Mozzarella

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to present: PERUGIA, IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITALY! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

People, let me tell you, Perugia is an absolute dream. When I pictured Italy, it is exactly what I imagined. I have to pinch myself every time I walk outside my apartment because everything is so beautiful and I am so so appreciative of all my surroundings. I am a big eater, as you will come to read, and I cannot even begin to express how amazing the food is here. I knew it was one of the best things about Italy before I even arrived, but I did not truly understand it until I came here and tried it for myself. Everything is so fresh and delicious. Not yet have I ate something that I was not pleased with, and it seems to just keep getting better and better. I have ate pizza everyday so far, and probably more than once a day on occasion. There is not one pizza here that is the same as another. Each is in its own way different but always delicious. It is actually very funny, my Italian teacher Francesco asked me yesterday in class what my boyfriend’s name was. I laughed and responded: mangia aka food. Just to get your salivary glands in action, I have some pictures of my boyfriend to show you:

full size pizza green pizza mushroom and proscuitto pizza tiramisu

 

The last picture is of the best tiramisu I have ever had in my entire life, and it was served in a bowl that would put America’s fame for obesity to shame. I am actually getting really hungry just looking at it.

Italy itself

Aside from the amazing meals, there are so many things that set Italy apart from the United States. Something that I find extremely different and interesting are the toilets. The water tank is usually separate from the actual toilet, mounted high above on a wall. There is the closest thing to a button that you press high above on this tank to flush the toilets. I know it’s not that big of a deal, but it looks so much more sophisticated than American toilets. I quite like it.

Italians do not seem to have breakfast, a simple espresso and brioche at most suit them perfectly fine. I am still adjusting to this way of life by beginning to make toast in my apartment before class and buying an espresso at school with my class during our morning break for 70 cents. For lunch, a slice or two of pizza seems to be the most common meal – I don’t think this is something I will ever complain about. However, dinner is served at the earliest, at 8:30 pm. It is customary for people to go to bars and order apertivos which are drinks with company an hour or two before dinner. This is something I am having a great deal of difficulty adjusting to. As much as I love vino rosso, red wine, I am trying to limit my intake before dinner due to being on an empty stomach. Some places have buffets that you can snack on while enjoying your libations, however my friends and I have been really hungry during these times and ended up eating an amount from the buffet equivalent to a large meal. This doesn’t seem to be the right way of going about it, but we are still trying to adjust.

The Language

During my 20 years of existence, 12 of them were spent studying Spanish. From kindergarten to senior year of high school I always had a Spanish class. Because I took such a large amount of one language, I was exempt from my language requirement at Penn State. Therefore, this is the first time I have taken a language since I was 17, three years ago, and it is the first time I have been in a country whose primary language is not English. My hardest transition to Italy has easily been the Italian language.

This past Tuesday, we started “Survival Italian” class. Every student in the Umbra program, 90 of us from the United States, have been required to take this week of intensive Italian before the semester began. Organized by experience level, I am in a class of other students who have never taken Italian. Most of us have taken Spanish or French, but it is reassuring to know that there are others in the same boat. Interestingly enough, I wish I had taken Italian sooner. I enjoy this language so much more than Spanish. My background in Spanish has definitely helped when learning Italian for the first time, because lots of words are almost identical in both languages but usually with a slightly different pronunciation. However, I like Italian so much more than Spanish because in Italian you have to pronounce every. single. syllable. in. the. word. And not only that, but you must pronounce them in a dramatic and loud manner. This is great for me, because I am “slightly” dramatic and already kind of talk like that. Also, I am much more interested when learning Italian because it benefits my immediate future. I constantly am interacting with native Italians here, and most of them surprised me by not being very proficient in English, if at all. Therefore I am eager to learn the language because it makes my time here so much easier by already knowing a few more words and phrases every day. I think it also helps that my professor is a native Italian, whom not only teaches us the proper form of the language but also the everyday dialect of the Perugian people.

We also do fun activities to make the lessons we do in class, more applicable to every day life. Yesterday we went to a typical apartment in this city and had to label all of the furniture and items around the house with the Italian vocabulary we learned that day in class. Today, our professor showed us how to ride the city’s metro and brought us to a supermarket outside of walking distance from our school and apartment. We all were given assignments to analyze a specific type of food sold there in the market, and note the differences between brands, prices, and places of production. Our last day of survival Italian class is tomorrow morning, and there we will present what we found interesting from our shopping trip. We were all given half an hour to browse the market and shop for our own apartments during this assignment. My roommates and I went grocery shopping a couple days ago to get basic food items at the local grocery store in our town. The only thing we recognized in the entire store was Ritz crackers and Coca-Cola. I was probably the happiest girl in the world today when I found lactose free milk, because I am lactose intolerant, and Frosted Flakes at this larger market. To hold me over for dinner, I ate a bowl of it while writing this post and it brought me so much joy to have a bit of home here in Italy.

I already miss a few aspects of America such as my native language, bigger breakfasts, and using cars as a main source of transportation. But I wouldn’t trade this view in for the world. This my friends, is Perugia.

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Location: Perugia, Italy

 

‘Twas the Night Before Pasta

Kerry in US

‘Twas the Night Before Pasta, when Kerry sat anxiously writing this post

Dreaming about what in Italy she would love the most

After collecting all necessary papers, cards, and euros

She asked herself, have I packed? The answer was no.

Pre-departure

Hello to anyone and everyone kind enough to read my blog! My name is Kerry Woods and I am a junior Psychology (B.S.) Neuroscience major at the Pennsylvania State University hopefully applying to medical school this spring. I am studying abroad this Spring 2015 semester in Perugia, Italy at the Umbra Institute. I have never been to Europe and am so very excited to not only be able to travel there, but stay until May! It is all starting to hit me at once now, especially when printing out my flight confirmation number and boarding pass to leave tomorrow.

I am almost 100% Irish and am probably one of the palest people you will ever meet. And with that, I only know about 5 words in Italian. It’s safe to say I am going to stick out like sore thumb. Which is all fine and good! As you probably already know and will soon find out I’m not shy or quiet, at all. So along this journey I will be exploring Europe for the first time, main destination Italy. I am hopeful that I will be able to travel to other countries such as Greece, Spain, France, Ireland, and the UK.

I chose to study abroad in Italy because it has all my favorite things: pasta, art, wine, beaches, and cathedrals. Even though I am a science major, I am extremely interested in art. Almost anything really – paintings, sculpture, architecture. You name it, I probably enjoy it. I went to Catholic school for 12 years of my life, and therefore really appreciate historic churches. I love stained glass windows and paintings, by whom I consider geniuses, such as those in the Sistine Chapel. Therefore, I will absolutely share my experiences regarding the famous food and beverage in Italy; but I will also sneak in a bit about churches as a heads up.

As an author of this blog, Penn State requires me to post something on a weekly basis. So I will try to keep up with that timeline as much as possible. I also love when I am able to visually see places and things someone tells me about, therefore I will try to attach several pictures with each blog post.  The best way to communicate with me abroad is to send me a Facebook message. I am purchasing an Italian phone and number while abroad, and will only be using my current cell phone in areas with WIFI. Thank you so very much for taking the time to follow me on my journey this semester, I really appreciate it!

My resolution this year is to be a better listener, so come back and experience all that I am able to see and more importantly, hear.


Location: Wilmington, DE 19803 United States