Saturday, December 8, 2012

a tale of two cities: Milan

Florence was a beautiful city, but I was anxious to arrive in Milan and see Olivia. I found her almost immediately after exiting the train, and tackled her accordingly. The weekend got much better from there. Olivia took me back to her adorable little flat where I met her very sweet housemates and friends. She even cooked me dinner! 


The next day she took me on a tour around Milan, which was much more impressive than I expected. Everyone ragged on Milan from my program but I liked it! It doesn't have the ancient city feeling that Florence or Rome has, but it's still beautiful. It reminded me a little of Manhattan. And I actually thought the Duomo in Milan was more spectacular than the one in Florence. I would add photos but apparently I have reached my limit with blogger and have to pay to add more...I don't know what I'm going to do because I have so many more pictures!

Anyway, it was a good weekend of travel and I'm glad that I did it, regardless of the difficulties. There's certainly nothing like seeing a familiar face when you've been away from home for so long. I am so grateful to have such a generous and loving friend in Olivia. And so I came back to Rome refreshed and rejuvenated, ready to take on the workload I had avoided for 4 days...
Yeah, I didn't believe myself either. 
<3

a tale of two cities: Florence

A few weeks ago, I took a train up to Florence and then Milan one weekend. It was a trip I took by myself which in theory sounds awesome but after the trouble I encountered in Florence I was very happy to visit my good friend Olivia in Milan! Solitude gets old after a while, even for the independent ones. 

It was a rough beginning. I missed my train to Florence early Friday morning by 5 minutes and whether it was actually not possible to change my ticket or the lady at the desk was lying to me, I was forced to buy another ticket to Florence. Luckily, there was a train leaving 20 minutes later. Unluckily, tickets were over 50 euros. But I had to get on it because I had already bought my return tickets, so I gritted my teeth and paid the extra money. 
After settling into my seat on the new train, I pulled out my other tickets to plan ahead how much time I would need so that this would not happen again. It was at this moment that I realized that my ticket from Florence to Milan was for 3 days ago...good. And I knew that if I could not change my ticket minutes after there was absolutely no way I could days after. You could say I was pretty bummed at this point. 
But I made it to Florence and my hostel, which was fine enough. I dropped my stuff off and decided I wasn't going to let my seriously lacking planning skills get in the way of my trip. I only had a little over a day in Florence and I wasn't going to waste it. So I grabbed my map and my purse and wandered out into the city. 
Here's a little taste of my day.




delish

the duomo in Florence
golden doors to the baptistry





it's a long way to the top..


dusky Florence from the dome

piazza della signoria



the best sandwich at 'ino
The next day I was in much better spirits despite my trouble from the previous day (and the steam train disguised as one of my roommates in the hostel), and I got up early to go to the Uffizi Gallery. It was a much more beautiful day and the lighting really helped my pictures. Here are my favorites. 





the uffizi
view from ponte vecchio
leather markets




Friday, December 7, 2012

but it's not even that cold...

 For our program's second break, I joined my friend Lenci and her friend Ashley on a trip to Ireland! We stopped at Dublin for a couple days, took a tour of Galway and the Cliffs of Moher for a day after that, and then made our way back to Dublin for our last night. It was packed but oh so much fun. I had a great time with these girls. 

On our first day in Dublin, we took advantage of a free walking tour and lucked out, majorly. Our tour guide was the so sweet. She was Hungarian but had been studying in Ireland for a while so she had a mixed Hungarian/Irish accent and was SO enthusiastic about what she told us. To finish, she brought us back to a great pub and told us an old Irish fairytale. 






After our walking tour, we hopped on a city bus and took a tour of the Guinness Factory. It was an essential thing to do in Dublin and we had the best time. It was a self guided tour with interactive information about the history and creation of the beer. The factory tour leads you up the floors of the building so when it was over we arrived at their bar with a 360 degree view of Dublin. And of course, each ticket comes with a free beer so we cashed in on that and drank it down as we basked in the sunset of Dublin. Perfection. 
I forgot to mention that this happened to be on Halloween day. I had no idea that Halloween was such a big deal in Dublin, but I can tell you now that it absolutely is. I'm not sure Ireland could quite compete with America, but they still give it a good try! Anyway, fireworks are the norm for an Irish Halloween, so after the sun went down we got to watch sporadic fireworks go off as we sipped our Guinnesses. 


tasting!

some cool old guinness bottles

free! you can't tell, but they make a shamrock in the foam

my favorites

beautiful dublin



For our Halloween night, we went to a bar in the Templebar area that our tour guide had recommended. We had such a fun night, listening to a live band play and drinking some more Guinness in a bar crowded with devils, witches, and mummies. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures, my camera is a bit of a hulk to carry around at night.

The next day (or a few short hours later) we woke up early and hobbled down the street to catch our bus to Galway. I was a little hesitant to do a guided tour since that usually means spending time with other tourists, but I was pleasantly surprised by this one. We slept on the bus for a couple hours and once we were in Galway, we transferred to our actual tour bus. Our guide was a sweet old Irish man that played his favorite traditional Irish music along our ride. He pointed out different areas of interest as we made our way to a farm outside of Galway. 
This was probably the biggest highlight of my trip. We stumbled out of the bus and found ourselves on the cutest little farm I had ever laid my eyes on. We were passed off to our new guide, Darren, who lived on the farm with his uncle, grandma, and golden retriever.  This is Darren. 




Darren was the ideal Irish tour guide. He was fun, witty, and probably the sweetest Irish farmer there is. He took us up into the hills behind his farm and told us the history of his land. I took an exorbitant amount of pictures that all could pass as postcards for Ireland (I'm emphasizing the beauty of Ireland, not my wealth of photography skillz), but I'll try to limit them to a few. 






Once Darren's tour was over, he led us back to the kitchen in his adorable cottage where he and his granny had made artisan pies and cakes together for us to accompany our coffee and tea...
And he put on his granny's flowered apron as he served us.
And while we ate, he sang us a Celtic Irish song.
What?


YUMZ
Not to mention, my plum tart with cardamom meringue was out of this world. 

When we had said our goodbyes to Darren and his ferm, we hopped back on the bus to see the cliffs of Moher, which were incredible despite the ghastly weather. I don't have any photos except for these because it was too stormy...



Later in the evening we made out way to Galway. The next morning we grabbed some breakfast (which was a lovely change from my normal pastry and cappuccino) and met in the square for another free walking tour. It was fun, but our tour guide was Brazilian and a little hard to understand. Also, our Dublin tour guide was a hard act to follow, so we probably set him up for a failure. Still, we got to see the sites of Galway fo freeeee. 










We were pretty hungry after our walking tour, so we made our way back to a cute cafe that we had passed along our walking tour. It was delish. Despite how everyone seems to rag on food in Ireland and the UK, I love it. Who doesn't love a hot stew or crispy fish and chips when it's so freezing outside that you're afraid your nose might fall off? No one. 







Following a little shopping and wandering, we made our way back to the hostel to grab our stuff and catch our bus back to Dublin. I really couldn't have asked for a better trip. I had so much fun with Lenci and Ashley, and am so thankful that they included me on their trip! Ireland, you'll be seeing me soon.