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Published: July 22nd 2008
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Grafitti
my favorite stencil So I have had very little time to write but wanted to just share my abridged final week in Italy. Take a look at my facebook for most of my Italy pictures. Hopefully will find time to post them properly in the near future.
So Venice was lovely. It had my favorite cathedral. Lots of gold leaf mozaics. Walked through the city. Heard more english then italian spoken on the street. Walked through the middle of the city, to the main plaza, then around the outside to the old jewish getto, which was really amazing. Just a memorial to the holacaust and some old walls and barbed wire are left but to see a place like, even just a ghetto, wask much more moving then I expected.
Sunday I met a lot of my host parents family. They all came together to celebrate Silvias brothers 38th birthday. Everyone was just a lovely as Silvia and the rest of her family had been. Not so much English but genuinely kind good people. Went the the pub in the evening to get drinks with Stecey. Arella, a new counilor, also arrived on Sunday. Liz was fired (with pay though) just a
strange situation, Arella seems nice. A little wound up but nice enough.
Monday back to camp. Spent the evening hanging out with Analdo, my host father. He loves american music so we played our iPods for oneanother long into the evening. He is really very sweet. He teaches tennis in Patova and returned on Saturday from a camp he was teaching at for the week.
Tuseday more camp. My kids continue to be angels but now anytime something dosnt go smoothly i get annoyed. They were SO good the first week, that now I think I am spoiled. Silvia took me to Vicenza in the evening. Walked around. Saw the city and eat lunch with her older sister Roberta (Robi).
Wednesday aftercamp I went out for pizza with my class and all of their parents. In Italy when you go out for pizza you get a whole pizza to yourself. I couldnt finish it all. They also serve pizza with french fries on it for kids (I thought this would be something only an american would do, but I think we learned to eat from the italians). Funny though, so few of the mothers are over weight
, I wonder why? Was fun to meet everyones parents and the kids were all much more interested in playing their gamboys then chatting with me. So I had time to field questions from the English speaking parents.
Thursday after camp I went back to Vicenza with Danielle (one of the tutors, from Indiana) and her host mother Paula (single mom, who has raised a 7 yr old who loves motzart and picasso, Paula also swims 50 lamps at the pool EVERYDAY). Saw the Theatro Olympico (geeked out big time over that one). It was the first covered theatre ever. The stage is origional as are the seats. The acustics are AMAZING! It was very very cool and we almost didnt make it in, they should stay open till 6pm but were locking the gates at 5:30 - but Paula talked us in. Paula studied literature and knows about all things artistic. I think she knew more then the tourguide about the theatre, and as we walked through the city told us about buildings and so on. Ran into Robi (who lives in Vicenza) and felt very local to run into an Italian I knew in Italy.
Friday
Canal
next to the ghetto was our final show. It went of well I think - everyone seemed happy and thats really all you can ask for. Was tough to say goodbye to the kids again. They made up very sweet thank you t-shirts. After Arela (with her host familz) and I (with mine) went to Verona for the evening. Saw Juliets balcany, some very cool Roman theatres, important bridges, heard the very end of a Shakespear show. It was really cool (again theater geek). Hope to go back and see more with some more time. Had to leave by midnight as the kids were all quite tired.
Saturday I traveled to Florence. Saw David and the Doumo. Walked through the leather market. Talked to a crazy guy from Jordan. Eat a lovely dinner in the plaza. Bought a bottle of wine with a new friend Julia who met Arela and I there. Sat on the street in the gold market and listed to some good street proformers. Danced Seviana with some randome spanish people. Went to a pub near the hostle (after a less then plesent walk home- Ariella got, shall we say a little hyper and turned around and didnt trust my
Piatza San Marko
with the best duomo in Italy directons so our 15 min walk back turned into close to an hour) but after we got there ended up talking to a crazy russian director artist guy about Checkov and theatre for about three hours.
Sunday Arella and I went to check out the museum with the most important classical Italian art collection in the world. Saw the Venus and so on. Spent the afternoon wandering around the city. I walked around the more residential area of Florence and chatted with stranger while Arella went to do more shopping. Was suppose to meet Arella at the hostle at 4pm for the train, she was running late and then managed to get lost one block from the hostle, so I had to carry both our bags to the station while she held up her train. Then my train was delayed for three hours on the tacks because of a downed tree. Some very kind older women let me use her phone (as mine had died) to call Silvia. I had to get rescued in Patova by my host family because there were no more busses by the time I arrived.
Monday I collected myself and packed. Walked through
Piatza in Vechenza
had drinks here with Silvia and Robbie the market in Lonigo and got a thank you gift for my host family. Eat lunch with Silvia and the boys. Got on my train to Brusia. Talked with some Tuckish guy who helped me figure out how to use my phone to call internationally. On my train to Belgamo (where the airport is) a women told me that there were no more buses to the air port and gave me a ride (I felt a little like Blanch Dubuah the past couple of days). All the travelers who were sleeping in the air port got hurded into a small area and then woken up at 4am. I slept until 7am on a bench and then checked in for my 9am flight to London (well Luton so midlands but still England). Ran into James on Tuseday morning. Sat next to a really lovely guy on the flight to the UK. Had a comerative tuna and corn sandwhich and grapefruit juice from Pret for old times sake and then got on my flight to Israel. Arrived in Israel around 9pm Tuseday night. Tired but happy to be traveling.
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