<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:24:29.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In paradiso</title><subtitle type='html'>You may have the universe if I may have Italy. --Giuseppe Verdi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-2405156024731314510</id><published>2008-08-09T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:25:58.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L'ultima settimana e la rimpatriata</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that it's taken so long for me to make my final post.  Returning has been busier than I expected, but before I get to the homecoming let me fill you in on my last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic time during my final days in Italy and met a multitude of people while I was traveling alone.  Because I can't do anything that isn't exciting, I nearly missed my bus in Sansepolcro.  Thankfully, Bekah was a helpful guide and got me there just in time.  At the end of my very long day of traveling (I started at 8:00 am and arrived at my destination at 10:00 pm!) I grew to believe that the trains in Italy might be one of my favorite place!  I shared my music with Marco on the second leg of my journey to Rome and had an entertaining conversation with a brother and sister to Sibari.  I consider myself very lucky to have such great company on the long trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got to Sibari I was finally able to meet my cousin Gianna and the rest of the family!  Unfortunately I didn't get to spend nearly as much time as I would've liked, but the time there was fantastic.  We stayed at their beach house which was a 5 minute walk from the most beautiful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiaggia&lt;/span&gt; I have ever visited.  There were no waves at all, a phenomenon that made the water look more like a big lake then part of the sea, and the water was a refreshing temperature, neither too hot or cold.  Gianna was very patient with my elementary Italian skills and often our conversations were heterogeneously mixed with Italian and English words.  She took me to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terranova_da_Sibari"&gt;Terranova da Sibari&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la patria&lt;/span&gt; of my father's maternal family.  Here are a few pictures including the house where my great, great-grandparents lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SJ5zCGqllpI/AAAAAAAAACo/G0fWCbZM9sw/s1600-h/IMG_2436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SJ5zCGqllpI/AAAAAAAAACo/G0fWCbZM9sw/s320/IMG_2436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232746297037264530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SJ5zQ42LQcI/AAAAAAAAACw/JjAzIsgUQ8w/s1600-h/IMG_2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SJ5zQ42LQcI/AAAAAAAAACw/JjAzIsgUQ8w/s320/IMG_2440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232746551025811906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SJ5zjpphq3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mytO_V-Fbc8/s1600-h/IMG_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SJ5zjpphq3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mytO_V-Fbc8/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232746873363737458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day came that I had to return, Gianna and her mother made a big lunch for all of us and I was on the 3:oo pm bus to Rome.  We got there at 10:00 pm, I took the hour-long train to my airport and I waited...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and waited&lt;/span&gt;...AND WAITED.  At 5:00 am I found out that my flight had been canceled due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sciopero &lt;/span&gt;(a strike) and was reassigned to a direct flight that left at 12:45 pm.  Oh, the joys of travel!  When I arrived in the Atlanta airport--yes, I still had 5 hours left to travel back home!--I found out that my luggage was left behind in Rome.  All of these unlucky events on the trip home made getting there so much sweeter.  But I'm already missing Italy a little which, I hope you'd admit, would be easy to do after such a great trip. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grazie mille&lt;/span&gt; for following &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;viaggi &lt;/span&gt;and I hope to catch up with you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-2405156024731314510?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/2405156024731314510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=2405156024731314510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/2405156024731314510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/2405156024731314510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/08/lultima-settimana-e-la-rimpatriata.html' title='L&apos;ultima settimana e la rimpatriata'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SJ5zCGqllpI/AAAAAAAAACo/G0fWCbZM9sw/s72-c/IMG_2436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-3069086607312076515</id><published>2008-07-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:41:45.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vado in avanti da Siena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm through with Siena...for now. I loved my time there and seriously suggest that you get there if you have a chance. I'm just sorry that I have to leave now that I finally feel like I'm getting used to things. Saying goodbye to my friends and (host) family was hard, too. Thankfully we had time to visit at a final dinner at Lavinia and Antonio's house with outstanding food, of course! Here's a picture of the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227729988973933986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIygui5ytaI/AAAAAAAAACg/RkY76s8bk-E/s320/final+dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no matter because I'm off to other adventures. As a matter of fact, I am using a computer at an internet point in Sansepolcro!  I am here visiting my friend Bekah that also attends Meredith College.  Since we were Italian study partners last year, it's really been a pleasure to catch up with her.  She is nannying for a gorgeous and highly entertaining &lt;em&gt;famiglia&lt;/em&gt;.  Sara and Patrizio have been so wonderful to open their home to me.  Last night, we had a great dinner with Sara's parents, sister, and the three fantastic children--Leonardo, Ginevra, and Veronica.  Tomorrow I am finally going to meet my cousin Gianna and couldn't be more happy!  The ride to Terranova da Sibari is going to be a bit long, but I am so excited.  I can't believe that I'm coming home soon, but miss air conditioning and soft towels.  I was just wondering the other day if I will remember how to ride a car after walking everywhere.  &lt;em&gt;Vediamo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-3069086607312076515?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/3069086607312076515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=3069086607312076515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/3069086607312076515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/3069086607312076515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/07/vado-in-avanti-da-siena.html' title='Vado in avanti da Siena!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIygui5ytaI/AAAAAAAAACg/RkY76s8bk-E/s72-c/final+dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-6600278297816417688</id><published>2008-07-21T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:06:03.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Firenze!</title><content type='html'>I can nearly believe that a month is almost gone!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon I will be off to visit with Gianna and my family in the south of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which is very exciting, but I have become very close to those in my small program and do not look forward to the time when we scatter across the world again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of sad moments, the language intensive students left this weekend.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But on to the good things that have happened!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had another cooking class, this time less professional, but still very tasty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fiora, one of the teachers, gave us our Italian lesson while leading us through the tricks to making pizza and cantucci.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s a picture of me making pizza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIRedwXa4RI/AAAAAAAAACA/2UbVMtAiKiA/s1600-h/IMG_2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIRedwXa4RI/AAAAAAAAACA/2UbVMtAiKiA/s320/IMG_2126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405332948967698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, we went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s such a big city!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe I got used to the size and feeling of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Siena&lt;/st1:city&gt; so much that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was a bit overwhelming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were tourists EVERYWHERE and I found that I didn’t feel so bad when I didn’t understand what a stranger was saying because it was fairly likely that they weren’t speaking one of the two languages that I know. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to the Uffici for Italian class and Antonella, another teacher, took us around to the most amazing pieces of art and explained them for us—in Italian, of course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe that I was actually seeing some of the most amazing works of humankind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved every second, but can’t get &lt;a href="http://images.google.it/images?q=botticelli&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;la sala di Botticelli&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the Botticelli room) out of my head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being at the Uffici left me feeling intoxicated and I can honestly say that this part was among the best moments of the month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A group of us had decided to stay in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for the night so we strolled around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First we went to the Duomo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe how spectacular it is on the outside, not to mention its tremendous size.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The inside isn’t nearly as amazing as the &lt;a href="http://images.google.it/images?um=1&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;q=duomo+di+siena&amp;amp;btnG=Cerca+immagini"&gt;Duomo of Siena&lt;/a&gt; (which I visited yesterday), but regardless, it’s beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We moved on to the market that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has every Saturday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was nice to walk through and the characters were very lively.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we were done, we walked with our purchases around the city and chanced our luck with a wild boar statue, saw the Ponte Vecchio, and ambled around what felt like the rest of the city (because we did a LOT of walking in Florence!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve included some pictures of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIRe_6FDj7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Q_8qgQfvIr4/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIRe_6FDj7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Q_8qgQfvIr4/s320/IMG_2198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405919671848882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIRfb9a42sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ec0hiHlT14Q/s1600-h/IMG_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIRfb9a42sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ec0hiHlT14Q/s320/IMG_2201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225406401605065410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m starting my last week here in the Study in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Siena&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; program.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today was my last day at the clothing distribution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was awfully sad to leave because I have had a lot of fun, but I did enjoy the opportunity there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for now I have to go to Italian class, so until next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-6600278297816417688?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/6600278297816417688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=6600278297816417688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/6600278297816417688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/6600278297816417688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-and-firenze.html' title='Fun and Firenze!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SIRedwXa4RI/AAAAAAAAACA/2UbVMtAiKiA/s72-c/IMG_2126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-876243470179440591</id><published>2008-07-16T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:06:37.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that it's been so long since my last post.  I have limited internet access during the week, none during the weekend, and none when I am not going to classes because I am sick.  That's right, I wait all of my life to come to Italy and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sono ammalata.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But no matter, because I'm obviously better now, which is great because I have my midterm tomorrow (ugh!) and we went to &lt;a href="http://www.santamariadellascala.com/w2d3/v3/view/sms/index_en.html"&gt;Santa Maria Della Scala&lt;/a&gt; today.  Santa Maria Della Scala is one of the oldest independent hospitals, if not the oldest, in Europe where the poor would come and receive food and care from monks.  I loved the &lt;a href="http://images.google.it/images?q=santa%20maria%20della%20scala&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;frescoes&lt;/a&gt; in the Sala del Pellegrinaio (Pilgrim's Hall) which told the story of how the hospital grew and the daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;a href="http://www.termesangiovanni.it/"&gt;hot springs&lt;/a&gt; were beautiful!  It was a spa about 30 minutes outside of Siena with an amazing view.  We got there in the early evening right as the day was cooling and the water was a perfect warm temperature so it felt wonderful.  The water also had sulfur deposits which proved to be a great exfoliant.  Sadly, we had to say good-bye to Kim in the language intensive program that night, but what a last night, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went to Italy's tourist central &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinque_Terre"&gt;Cinque Terre&lt;/a&gt; with Cathy for a couple of days.  It was gorgeous!  We spent some time on the beach, hiked around, and relaxed.  We stayed in Monterosso al Mare for the first day and had a lot of fun.  We went exploring on some trails and found a beautiful church and a cemetery farther up the mountain.  It was interesting to translate what was written about the people.  Later we went to a dance party at a nearby pub and danced to the mixes of D.J. California which included the Village People and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF0F1fEJa_4"&gt;my new favorite song&lt;/a&gt;.  The next day we woke up early to travel back towards Siena the next day, visiting all of the towns except Corneglia.  Cathy and I agreed that our favorite was Vernazza because it had a lot of nice, quaint stores, yet retained a lot of breath-taking views.  We took the train from one to the other, but decided to walk the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Via Dell'Amore&lt;/span&gt; from Manarola to Riomaggiore.  Here are some pictures for you to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SH4MH-YjIxI/AAAAAAAAABo/vhfnnuYiI_Y/s1600-h/IMG_19361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SH4MH-YjIxI/AAAAAAAAABo/vhfnnuYiI_Y/s320/IMG_19361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223625948940935954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SH4NNBXjNnI/AAAAAAAAABw/QQ4Srbx_0B4/s1600-h/IMG_20471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SH4NNBXjNnI/AAAAAAAAABw/QQ4Srbx_0B4/s320/IMG_20471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223627135153026674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SH4OJDVp-lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2zO-E0YfimU/s1600-h/IMG_20921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SH4OJDVp-lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2zO-E0YfimU/s320/IMG_20921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223628166474103378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-876243470179440591?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/876243470179440591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=876243470179440591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/876243470179440591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/876243470179440591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SH4MH-YjIxI/AAAAAAAAABo/vhfnnuYiI_Y/s72-c/IMG_19361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-8224950935349852007</id><published>2008-07-09T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T03:57:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestiti e cibi</title><content type='html'>Things are going well here in Siena.  I have Italian class several times a week along with my class on Immigration and Social Change.  All of this stuff is so interesting!  I found out that we are going to the hot springs Friday evening for our reflection class, which should be lots of fun.  I'll give you an update about that at the beginning of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really enjoying my service placement at the clothing distribution site.  The people that I work with are fantastic and everyone that comes to get clothes are very appreciative.  I feel like this opportunity has been among the most rewarding and humbling of my life thus far.  I constantly feel like I am getting to see what Italy really looks like all of the time, instead of just seeing it through the eyes of a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a fantastic update!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunedi&lt;/span&gt;, the group had our own &lt;a href="http://www.scuoladicucinadilella.net/"&gt;cooking class&lt;/a&gt; and it was so much fun.  We handmade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pappa col pomodoro, zuppa, peci, gnocchi, e tiramasu'&lt;/span&gt; and ate it all!  I wasn't so great with the peci, but am a gnocchi-making machine.  We got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le recette&lt;/span&gt; so I plan on trying again when I get home, but I am not so sure that any of it will taste as great as it did here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm off to the market with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la mia amica&lt;/span&gt; Cathy to do some homework...and maybe find a sale or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-8224950935349852007?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/8224950935349852007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=8224950935349852007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/8224950935349852007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/8224950935349852007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/07/vestiti-e-cibi.html' title='Vestiti e cibi'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-8123204415713057762</id><published>2008-07-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T03:31:39.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una settimana intensa</title><content type='html'>I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to post in a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Palio took over life here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Siena&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;; it was all day, everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then there was the party, homework, a trip, but I’ll explain all of that in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First the Palio.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone said that it is like being “at the center of the world,” and quite honestly, there is no other way to describe the events of &lt;i style=""&gt;la citta’.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since my last post our IPSL group and the Language and Culture group (made up of 4 others) got the great privilege to attend a contrada dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As contradas are the smaller, tightly knit communities of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Siena&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, it is rare that “outsiders” as we are receive such a chance to make our way inside an exciting time for the &lt;a href="http://www.uniaffitti.it/immagini/contrade-palio-siena.jpg"&gt;contrada&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Antonio lead us into the Nicchio dinner where singing, cheering, food, and replenishing wine filled the streets among hundreds of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The meal was prepared and served entirely by members of the contrada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What an experience to be in the middle of a pep rally unlike that which could be replicated &lt;i style=""&gt;nelgli stati uniti!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHpqyJsr5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rH7qIqbW4GU/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHpqyJsr5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rH7qIqbW4GU/s320/IMG_1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220210364325343122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the next day was the day of the race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tried to watch the blessing of the horse, but only had the chance to see the horse being lead into the church since &lt;i style=""&gt;la piccolo chiesa &lt;/i&gt;couldn’t fit all of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Go little horse and return a winner,” the priest tells the horse and a benediction is given to the horse and the jockey showing the mixture of holy and secular.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later was a parade which made me feel as if I was caught in a medieval century; the costumes were so colorful and I could only imagine what it was like walking around in the extreme heat wearing wool stockings or armor.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHqGi5UtWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k21BOQM-tFk/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHqGi5UtWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k21BOQM-tFk/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220210841266468194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHqVa73cOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pwnOb3Titrw/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHqVa73cOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pwnOb3Titrw/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220211096827687138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally, it was time for the Palio!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thousands of people poured into the Piazza Del Campo all waiting in anticipation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is true what they say that the feeling of being there is truly indescribable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tension of the piazza is nearly tangible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My own heart was racing and my breath was short when the actual Palio was brought in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;a href="http://palio.comune.siena.it/main.asp?id=3674"&gt;Palio&lt;/a&gt; is a banner with representation of the Holy Mary, a horse, and the 10 racing contradas on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year the mayor commissioned an artist to also honor the nuns that I am working with at the clothing distribution and soup kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although there was a great deal of inexperience between the jockeys and the horses, the&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ffOXBd9QBZ8"&gt; race&lt;/a&gt; only took 45 minutes to start—and was over in about two!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHtLNhLTFI/AAAAAAAAABA/eoaDb16RXV4/s1600-h/IMG_17181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHtLNhLTFI/AAAAAAAAABA/eoaDb16RXV4/s320/IMG_17181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220214219962272850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt like I shared the pain of the Nicchio contrada when our jockey fell off in the infamous San Martino turn on the first lap, but it didn’t matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most experienced jockey was teamed with the decent Istrice (Porcupine) horse and when we saw them pull out at the starting line, there was never a chance for anyone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Torre (Tower) came closest, but alas Istrice pulled it out as predicted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the race, Istrice erupted in joy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People were crying all over—some in joy and others in despair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was nothing but chaos all around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Istrice paraded with the Palio, were blessed at San Provenzano with “new life” in a spiritual sense (which they display by wearing pacifiers for a week), and immediately the partying began.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It appeared as if the Istrice contrada had multiplied several times over, but I am told that they are one of the biggest contradas of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Siena&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to enter the church which is normally closed to the public and although I didn’t indulge on this night, the winners were handing out free wine to EVERYONE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that the July Palio is over it is time to begin preparation for the next one.  I wasn't able to get to the Piazza Del Campo, but watched the picking of the final three racing contradas in the August Palio on televison with my roommate Kelly and Luciana, my host mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Nicchio didn't race last year so they have another chance to win, and my poor host father was a bit upset when his Lupa (Wolf) contrada didn't make it in...Again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the end of the July Palio did usher a regular schedule with classes and homework for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Italian class is rough but I do want to learn, so what’s better than a challenge?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really love my Immigration and Social Change class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are only three of us in it and we have professor who seems to know her stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are really forced to look at the best and worst of what &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has to offer in this program.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as if I didn’t know how to do this from my classes at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Meredith&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we are reflecting with our journal entries in another class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This may be one of my favorite parts, because I love hearing other peoples’ perceptions of something we did together or learning from an experience that I haven't had.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But don’t worry, because it’s not all work here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friday and Saturday we went with the Language and Culture group to the coast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We learned that large groups of people is an attribute of an Italian beach, but it was wonderful &lt;i style=""&gt;nuotare&lt;/i&gt; (to swim) in the refreshing waters of the Mediterranean after a week of facing the worst of the summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We visited the quaint beach towns, ate the best gelato, and had lots of fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the rough roads home, which were far, far worst than anything I’ve experienced in the mountains of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, we stopped in San Galgano.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a sword in the stone dating in the 1200s for those who wish to believe the legend and the skeleton of a beautiful church with enough stories of its own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took lots of pictures and some of the best are below.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;For now, I need to get back to work, but I hope you’re all doing well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHteurqFdI/AAAAAAAAABI/FnGJVT2qMtU/s1600-h/IMG_17621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHteurqFdI/AAAAAAAAABI/FnGJVT2qMtU/s320/IMG_17621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220214555282118098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHtqPgYolI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Aya5PuPzXGI/s1600-h/IMG_17671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHtqPgYolI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Aya5PuPzXGI/s320/IMG_17671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220214753071768146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHt-z7PJRI/AAAAAAAAABY/RfMla-l_ZEg/s1600-h/IMG_18501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHt-z7PJRI/AAAAAAAAABY/RfMla-l_ZEg/s320/IMG_18501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220215106445452562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-8123204415713057762?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/8123204415713057762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=8123204415713057762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/8123204415713057762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/8123204415713057762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/07/una-settimana-intensa.html' title='Una settimana intensa'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SHHpqyJsr5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rH7qIqbW4GU/s72-c/IMG_1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-1021240687728479739</id><published>2008-06-30T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:31:41.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sono al inzio.</title><content type='html'>I have seen the first of the Palio events.  Today 33 horses ran around the mud-packed piazza for 10 spots.  Cannons went off to signal 5 or 6 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cavelli&lt;/span&gt; for a heat.  They mock run and the captains of the competing contradas watch for the best horses making a list for later.  The captains meet to choose the 10 all-important horses and a few hours later they are paired with a contrada by chance.  Two children pick balls from a lottery and the Piazza Del Campo either explodes with excitement or sighs with exasperation depending on the skill of the horse.  Here is a picture of the best horse of the group which went to the lucky Selva (or Forest) contrada, which my host mother is a part of.  Needless to say, she is very excited about this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SGi7Fr3ls2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/7JQtWEqv1uU/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SGi7Fr3ls2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/7JQtWEqv1uU/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217625874658341730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contradas will also be looking for the best, most experienced jockeys to compete for honor...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e molti soldi&lt;/span&gt;.  Last night I also got to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la prima prova, &lt;/span&gt;or the first trial race.  It was amazing.  The competing contradas come in their groups singing songs with gusto to show that they are united and ready to win.  The horses are difficult to control in a place filled with people singing and shouting, but it's necessary to get the race started.  Our inside man Antonio is in the Nicchio (Shell) contrada.  He got us tickets to all of the most important events that are coming up on Tuesday and is kindly answering my incessant questioning.  But unfortunately, right now it doesn't look like Nicchio has such a great horse and we're all a little worried about that.  Anyway, immediately after the race is over the contradas storm the track to receive their horse and sing for the rest of the Piazza Del Campo as they leave.  Here's a video of it, but make sure to turn up the volume so you can hear them sing their sweet little militaristic hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46088b70aacb552e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46088b70aacb552e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331733114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E27AA6697AACA765C3D817E88D17A7FEC211585.275B08511F8ABA058CD5D8F3A588E0B904B78E4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46088b70aacb552e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY_wmGa2fY0WVqINiHSuHKAvbh3Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46088b70aacb552e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331733114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E27AA6697AACA765C3D817E88D17A7FEC211585.275B08511F8ABA058CD5D8F3A588E0B904B78E4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46088b70aacb552e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY_wmGa2fY0WVqINiHSuHKAvbh3Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I also started my service.  I've been placed in the clothing distribution site for local immigrants.  The room is so small and it seems that there is always a lot of work to do.  I started at 8:30 when it opened and didn't stop until it closed at 11.   The people that I'm working with are nice, but again, don't speak any English.  My ear is getting used to the Italian, but my brain is taking a little longer.  I'm able to understand enough to get by, but sometimes I'm still lost, but that shouldn't be a surprise to anyone.  Basically, we go through the clothes that are donated and throw out the ratty and stained clothes, but at the same time people are filling bags to the brim.  The time went by so quickly, but everything is pretty hectic.  The room is small--about 12 x 12--and the perimeter is just shelves filled with clothes and there's a big table in the middle leaving about 4 feet around.  There are anywhere between 5-7 people in there at a time all grabbing and shifting.  There is a window but everyone's sweating and the body odor can get really overwhelming.  Did I mention that it is in the 90s these days?  This morning at 7:15 it was already 86 degrees.  Fun stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's enough for now.  I have to get on to my first Italian class which I've been looking forward to, but I can tell now that it's not going to be pretty.  Later is the second trial race and probably homework.  Hope all is well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-1021240687728479739?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=46088b70aacb552e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/1021240687728479739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=1021240687728479739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/1021240687728479739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/1021240687728479739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/06/sono-al-inzio.html' title='Sono al inzio.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82Zu-sxKae8/SGi7Fr3ls2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/7JQtWEqv1uU/s72-c/IMG_1608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-2363697562373204061</id><published>2008-06-28T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:39:40.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sono a Siena finalmente!</title><content type='html'>The flights were long and exhausting, but no matter because now I am here, taking solace in the shade of a small table while enjoying a bruscutto sandwich and a glass of zingy white wine (Don't worry Dad--it's small!) with a wonderful group of women.  My program is so small. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ci sono cinque ragazze e uno uomo si chiama&lt;/span&gt; Dan.  (There are five young women and a man named Dan.)  Dan's a computer teacher at an English college in Vienna and he certainly adds some flavor to our group.  Cathy, Jaimie, Kelly, and Melissa are wonderful!  They are such interesting characters and we are all from different parts of the country, but it's so much fun to be with them--even when we are in class.  There haven't been many because the festivities of the big horse &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palio_di_Siena"&gt;race&lt;/a&gt; of the year (which is a GROSS understatement) are coming.  I will update you on that as the events occur.  They actually start early tomorrow with the choosing of the horses and I am quite excited to be a part of these events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling to think of what to tell you because SO much has happened in one day!  My host parents are wonderful.  They are an older couple and only speak Italian.  Kelly lives in the room next to me, which is nice, especially when we both get lost in their rapid Italian speech.  My first experience at the homestay was a bit rough.  I came in alone and didn't understand my host mother.  She got really frustrated which was rough and slightly heartbreaking, but it's so much better now.  I can't believe how quickly my Italian is coming back and what's more is that even now it's growing!  I'm happy to report that Cathy and I are getting special instruction because we are awesome Italian goddesses.  (I know that's not true.  I should be much better &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dopo quattro semestri&lt;/span&gt;, but Cathy's awesome!  Her father's Italian and they come here every two years.  I can't compete with that--although she hasn't had much instruction, but I hold my own.) Luciana, my host mother, and I are getting along wonderfully and I'm guessing that I'm understanding about 40-60% of what she says, depending on the conversation of course.  Yesterday we talked about &lt;a href="http://www.seasonedwithlove.com/salad_spinner.jpg"&gt;salad spinners&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/df/5/AAAAAnNhcX0AAAAAAN9VAw.jpg"&gt;salad scissors&lt;/a&gt; so I can't be too bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.aiolina.it/images/photogallery/hires/TuscanySienaPiazzaDelCampoView.jpg"&gt;Piazza del Campo&lt;/a&gt; like the rest of the youth of Siena to celebrate being here.  We shared a bottle of wine and met, well, quite a few people.  A fight broke out in the middle of the Campo and happened all around us.  It happened like this: A guy just whalloped another.  Crazy girls were in the middle of it.  Some guys tried to break it up.  The police came.  Those involved ran--except for one guy who had to uphold his face with the couple hundred people in the piazza at this time.  I'm not sure what happened, but honestly, it was HILARIOUS!  Apparently fighting is pretty regular and certainly was a form of entertainment for the night.  Also, I had my first experience with the Italian men question.  Or rather, my friends "experienced" and I dealt with whatever that meant, to not go into too much detail.  I am happy to report that my group got home safely and that when this harmless, but awfully annoying group of guys just got to be too much I gave a single, intense look, a "Va via!" to one in particular, and...they left immediately.  I was pretty proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your messages.  I love to read them.  Keep them coming!  I'll update you as soon as possible.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A dopo! &lt;/span&gt;(Until later!)&lt;a href="http://www.aiolina.it/images/photogallery/hires/TuscanySienaPiazzaDelCampoView.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-2363697562373204061?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/2363697562373204061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=2363697562373204061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/2363697562373204061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/2363697562373204061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/06/sono-siena-finalmente.html' title='Sono a Siena finalmente!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-6745796196364762055</id><published>2008-06-24T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:20:23.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A domani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am just a few hours away from the beginning of my trip and I can hardly believe that it is actually happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been saying that my summer plans are to go to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Siena&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for so long that it didn’t seem possible that I would ever get there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the interval has gotten shorter and shorter, I found myself scurrying around to make sure that I had everything in order to leave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me tell you, it’s fairly difficult to predict everything that I will need and anticipate all the challenges that may arise while I’m abroad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, I was heartily prepared by the International Studies Office and &lt;i style=""&gt;il miglior professore &lt;/i&gt;Massimo. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still, I must admit that I am a wee bit nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the first time that I am traveling alone and I am feeling a lot of weight from the responsibility--which has chosen to reside in my temples and has given me an awful headache. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am quite used to fitting into one of two roles: the caretaker or the caregiver. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Without anyone to distract me I will have to be focused on myself. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now this may be part of the point of studying abroad, but depending on what you know about me this may seem like an extremely simple task. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those of you who call me “Mama Sam” should chat with my mother and convince her otherwise. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I love you, Mom!&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I received an email from &lt;i style=""&gt;la mia cugina&lt;/i&gt; Gianna asking that I let her know when I will arrive in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but all of my replies have bounced back. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I suppose that I will just call her when I get there, but it is a little upsetting that I will have to wait to meet her!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Before I sign off I have to tell you about the going away gift that my neighbors Garry, Samantha, Connor, and Josh gave me—it was a goodie bag for the trip complete with 2 magazines, great snacks, and a St. Christopher medal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had been fretting about what jewelry I should wear since I know that the valuables should remain at home, but I think this is perfect!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve linked information about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Christopher"&gt;St. Christopher&lt;/a&gt;, but the short story is that he is—or was (see the link)—the patron saint of travelers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And soon that’ll be me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for all of your support. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A presto!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645736443470378293-6745796196364762055?l=samanthabruna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/feeds/6745796196364762055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645736443470378293&amp;postID=6745796196364762055' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/6745796196364762055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645736443470378293/posts/default/6745796196364762055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthabruna.blogspot.com/2008/06/domani.html' title='A domani!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860507462764822537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucqTPu0A--U/TjrsJXUPJ8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/qZoNr5ybAnM/s220/Palio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645736443470378293.post-3546853281340144413</id><published>2008-05-04T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:02:44.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty-two days and couting....</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help but get started on my blog!  I see this as just one more thing that gets me closer to Italy.  I am right in the middle of exams and of course I need something to help me procrastinate just a little bit more.  I think creating the blog and writing this should cut out another 45 minutes when I'm finished.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously--I am really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; excited about getting to Italy.  So much has already happened.  I chose to go with a program in Siena, Italy through the &lt;a href="http://ipsl.org/programs/summer/italy.aspx"&gt;International Partnership for Service-Learning and Leadership&lt;/a&gt;.  With this program I will be living with an Italian family and taking some classes.  One class that I am enrolled in is a full immersion Italian class (where we can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;speak Italian)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and another class.  The second one is titled "Service in Contemporary Italian Society" and I will be completing it in conjunction with the 15-20 hours per week of volunteer service in the community.  When I was looking for a program, I wanted to be something more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;una turista&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; o una studentessa americana.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel like this experience will give me a unique look at Italy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have also had a stroke of luck that has allowed me to extend my stay.  Despite the best arguments I gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miei genitori&lt;/span&gt;, I couldn't convince them that it was a good idea to let me stay alone in Siena for a week or two after my program ended...but to my great fortune Mom suggested that I get in touch with "the family."  I use quotation marks because I have never met these family members and am still bound to the American idea of family.  But everyone has been so helpful and especially kind as I figure things out.  I'm ecstatic to be finding some more (distant) blood relatives.  It will make this trip extra sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I've done enough procrastination for now.  I need to pass my classes if I'm going to study abroad!  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