Bologna
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The arcades of Bologna |
As many of you know one of my main missions on this trip was to eat my way through Italy. So once I left Mallorca in Spain it was clear that the start of my journey had to be in the Emilia-Romagna region. More specifically, I started in Bologna. Bologna is the largest city in the Emilia-Romagna region and it, much like the rest of the Italy, is a very old and beautiful city. I stayed at a small hotel called the Astoria, where the hotel owner himself picked me up from the train station and drove me to the hotel; Italian hospitality seems to be pretty amazing as well. After Sarah arrived we began to tour the city. The city has scattered parks where many of the locals go to jog, read, or even sunbathe. In the evening, we went to a restaurant and had some of the typical Bolognese dishes. To be honest, I don’t really remember what I ate that night. It is about 10 days later as I write this, so that meal must have been eclipsed by all of the meals that followed it. I know, so far I have really just spouted off small things about Bologna and have been factual. So, what was my favorite part of Bologna? The architecture of course! As you can see in the picture, the streets are all lined with large arcades that stretch through each of the city, up every main street and alleyway. The smooth pillars cast shadows on the sidewalk during the later evening of the day; very beautiful.
Parma
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A dream house in Parma |
On the second day of the trip I headed to Parma, which was a place that I knew would be a winner for my foodie-quest. When I got to Parma I was instantly in love. The train station lets you off at a river walk with a park on the other side. Following the beautiful riverside brings you to a courtyard where an old outdoor theater used to be. I took some pictures of the churches and the towers, but my favorite was the picture above: a picture of an old house right next to the church. It looks almost like there is a garden with an aviary up at the top. I don’t know why this house spoke to both Sarah and I so much, but it really is a beautiful one. Then came the best part of the day: Prosciutto. I will try to be brief, but I could honestly write four full pages on just the Prosciutto alone. We sat at a small restaurant on the side of one of the main streets and ordered a plate of Prosciutto (JUST Prosciutto). Prosciutto is what Parma is most famous for and they mean business. The cuts are extremely thinly sliced and you barely have to even chew, the meat just melts in your mouth as you eat. I wanted to cry as I ate; it was by far the best thing I had ever eaten. I had finally achieved it: Prosciutto Nirvana. As the plate emptied and there was only one piece left. Sarah and I stared each other down…there was almost a battle. She, however, is a much better person than me, and she gave me the last piece. Parma was fantastic, I wish that we could have stayed there for a week, just sitting at that small restaurant eating Prosciutto, but we had much more to do; Modena was still on the list for the day’s activities.
Modena
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A church outside Modena station |
Modena was a city that I had expected to be extremely fruitful as well, as it is well regarded for its specialty: balsamic oil. However, it did not really end up panning out. The city is very small and the main church was under construction so there wasn’t much to see. Fortunately, Sarah’s friends met up with us in the evening and took us bar hopping. The first bar we went to hosted an aperitivo offer. Aperitivo is when a bar lays out a buffet of food and, as long as you order a drink, you can eat as much as you want. We drank like fish and ate until they had to replace the buffet trays. Once we had our fill of food, we decided to head to an Irish pub. I know what you are thinking, why would you go to an Irish pub in Italy? Well, the answer is quite simple: Italian beer sucks, REALLY sucks. I would rather drink Nati Ice than most Italian beers. So, thank God for Irish pubs with real beer being scattered around the Italy. I’m glad Sarah’s friends were there to show us the bars, because Modena really was a let-down. Oh wait, as we were leaving I found out that Modena is one of the main places in Italy (or THE main place) where Maseratis are made; Pretty cool. Alright, next stop, Firenze!
Firenze
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The Arno River in Firenze |
Firenze (Florence) is in the heart of Tuscany. As I write this I’m not really sure where to start. Firenze is my favorite city…ever. I’m not sure how to put this wonderful multi-faceted city into words, but I’ll try: When we got to Firenze we quickly checked in and then went out into the city. When I first came around the corner and saw the Duomo in the center of town I almost fell to my knees and started crying. It’s not just me either, from talking many of the other tourists I met and talked to they had similar reactions. The Duomo is overpowering on all senses. You can’t even take it all in standing in front of it for a full day. It is a huge goliath sized church and tower that is about 6-8 blocks in size. I could rattle on about how the Duomo looks, how it made me feel, but in the end it is one of those things in life (actually, Firenze as a whole is one of those things) that must be experienced rather than told about. The rest of Firenze is equally as amazing.
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Statue of a hero killing
a centaur (Hercules?) |
During WW2, Firenze was one of the only cities that wasn’t destroyed by bombs and flames. The history of Firenze and the pride of that history by the Florentine people are easy to see. The statues of Greek and Roman history are found in one of the plazas (including those of the Florentine sculptor, Donatello) and the Academy houses the statue of David. I was also able to witness some of the drawings of Leonardo DaVinci while I was going through one of the palace’s there. Then came some more of my favorite parts: The house of Dante Aligheri is close to the center of town and VERY well preserved. It was amazing to see the birthplace of one of the most famous authors of all time. In the house you can see all three of the books on the wall in Latin. What’s most interesting to me is that when Italy was trying to decide on which dialect to choose as its main dialect (Nero’s Italian or Florentine Italian) it was decided that it would be the Italian of Dante, Florentine Italian. Outside of the city is the house of Amerigo Vespucci. Sound familiar? Ya, he was the map maker who noticed Columbus mistake in thinking that he had discovered a new route to India. It was his findings and his name that is the reason we are now called “America.” That’s right, we owe the name of our entire country to this Florentine man; just one more reason Firenze is my favorite. Now here is where we become a little more dark. I am currently reading a book on Firenze called Il Monstro di Firenze (The Monster of Florence). Basically, Italy had its own version of “Jack the Ripper.” This insane criminal (still never caught) killed 7 couples (maybe more) between the 70s and all the 90s. This guy was WAY more sick than Jack the Ripper and the reason we never heard about it in the States was because the article, which was suppose to be a front page article in New York news, was unfortunately pushed aside because it was suppose to be posted in September of 2001. As you can imagine, bigger news came up. I guess to wrap-up, I should say that Firenze flared up a passion in me. It is ancient, mysterious, beautiful, haunting, and alluring. I plan to come back here some day and spend more time, possibly move here if I can. I feel like I only scratched the surface of Firenze. Onto the rest of Tuscany!
Lucca
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Entrance to Lucca |
Outside of Firenze, out in the countryside of Tuscany, is the city of Lucca. The start of this one was REALLY confusing. When we arrived we asked a police officer if he could point us in the direction of our hotel: A bed and breakfast. The police officer had no idea where the place was, but then suddenly he realized that it was the next train-stop back the direction we came. When we got off the train we were honestly in the middle of NOWHERE. The train tracks were overrun with long grass as if our train was the first to have come there in years and the streets were empty. I mean, it was so dead that I kept expecting a tumble-weed to blow by. We walked up a long street until a man sitting outside a bar in a rocking chair (which felt like a scene from the start of Texas Chainsaw Massacre) told us in a low coughing voice that we had to walk back the other way, WAY down the other way. When we finally arrived at the bed and breakfast it really was just a house: no sign, no indicator, and no one home. “Great!” I thought, “Now we are stuck in the middle of nowhere, stuck in a horror movie, and we are standing in front of an empty house that may or may not be a hotel.”
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A church of Lucca |
Finally a guy came out, who had been sleeping, showed us to our room, gave us keys, and went back to sleep on his couch. Fine, whatever, we were in a house now, locked the room, and then went back to Lucca. After all that trouble I was glad to finally get to Lucca. The city is beautiful and the walls of the hill are extremely high and are covered on the tops with grass. The entrance to the city is a small little corridor and is only accessible by foot (although I’m sure the cars can gain access another way). The city has small modern art statues around and equally large squares for musicians, artists, and grabbing a quick bite and a beer. Much like most Italian cities, Lucca has churches and towers scattered through the town. Before we left the city we took a moment to take a nap on top of the grass walls which overlooked both inside and outside of the city. When we did get back to the bed and breakfast, Jessica the owner and sister of the sleeping receptionist, let us in. She was extremely nice, cooked us dinner, and asked what we would like for breakfast. As soon as she had shown up the black cloud of uncertainty and fear faded. The next morning we were up early and on our way to Pisa and Siena.
Pisa
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The leaning Tower
of Pisa |
What should I say about Pisa? Well, it is one of those towns that doesn’t have much to offer, but it does have an extremely large and famous tower…a leaning one at that. Sarah and I ran through the city to Pisa, took quick stereotypical pictures of the leaning tower of Pisa (Asian tourism style) and then left from the city onto Siena. Like I said, the city is kind of a one-trick, and very crowded, wonder.
Siena
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A beautiful. elegant
church of Siena. |
Siena is once again (to re-use a completely exhausted adjective) a beautiful city. Similar to Lucca, a large wall surrounds the city and what lies inside those walls is intriguing. The side streets are those mysteriously curvy and twisted streets that make for perfect detective novels and Sepia photographs. Each one of those crooked streets leads you to an ancient church or bricked houses. In the center of the city is the large plaza which looks like a seashell and a theater; slowly sloping down towards the tower at the base. Twice a year, the people of Siena lay dirt down all along this large plaza and a famous horse race takes place. The city of Siena is split up into different sections, and each one of the sections is given its own rider. Then the race takes place right in the plaza, right in the middle of the small city. It would really be such an amazing event to see; on another trip I suppose. Siena again was a city I wish I had had more time in.
Roma
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One of the hallways in
the Vatican Museum. |
Finally we made it to Rome, the final stop on our Italian trip. We relaxed for the most of the first day because day two was going to be a big one. On the second day we woke up early and took off on a mission to see EVERYTHING. We got up really early and headed to the Vatican City. The Museum of the Vatican is the largest museum in the world with over 1400 rooms. Statues line every hall and the works of Raphael can be seen as you walk the halls. The highlight is, of course, Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel. Once through the Vatican we hurried to St. Peter’s church. The huge courtyard outside was filled with people and the line to get in was four hours long. A four hour line wasn’t on my to-do list for the day so we left and headed towards the Spanish steps. The Spanish steps are one of the influences of the Spanish in Italy and the crooked stairs lead up to the twin steeples of the church at the top of the hill. Next was a quick trip to another of my favorites for the day: the Trevi Fountain.
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Me in front of the Trevi Fountain. |
The fountain is one of the most famous pieces of Rome. The statues of mermaids, beasts, and gods (of course Neptune…Poseidon for us Greek specialists) surround the fountain and bless those who come to it: legend has it that if you throw a coin over your shoulder than you are destined to come back to Rome someday. I, of course, threw a coin (I’m hoping Neptune will pay for my flight). “See you in awhile, Rome.” The next stop of the trip was to the Venetian Palace which was a quick stop; a huge white palace with statues shooting up high into the sky on pillars. The next big stop in the city was the Pantheon. The Pantheon is the OLDEST building in Rome. It was built in 119 AD and houses the tomb of the first king of Italy and the artist Raphael. It’s amazing to see cities like Rome and Firenze, it really puts into perspective how young of a country we are in America. We finished our day at a Mozzarella bar next to the Venetian palace. As you can imagine, I ate way too much cheese. The next day I was still working off my cheese coma and then we headed to the Coliseum. I know the Vatican and the Sistine should be my favorites, but let’s be real, I’m a guy, a movie lover, and an adrenaline junkie. Clearly, the Coliseum was my favorite. I could imagine being down in the sand and fighting with any weapon I was lucky enough to have.
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The underneath of the Coliseum. Where
all the "fun surprises" came from. |
The Coliseum only has a piece of the sanded platform where the bouts took place. The rest of what is visible is the ruins of the rooms below the main floor that housed the beasts (wolves, lions, etc), the chariots and horses, and surprise warriors that would pop-up from the floorboards below to the uproar of applause from the bloodthirsty Roman audience sitting high above. Blood and Sand, gets my adrenaline tingling; it would have been fascinating to have been here in the days of the gladiator. The rest of the day was spent going through the old ruins of Rome: Augustus’ house, statues from the reign of Nero, and the baths of Rome. And then…it was time to leave. Sarah left on the 6th of August and I was to leave on the 7th, so I decided to spend a night at the airport. I won’t go into much detail of my boring reprisal of Tom Hanks’ role in Terminal, I’ll just say “Thank God for airport bookstores.” Now, time for Prague.
Oh, and by the way, if you weren’t taking notice while you read, I did in fact see all four of them (Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo):
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The Great Italian artists |