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One of those times I will never forget

One of those times I will never forget

You know how there are some memories you will truly never be able to recreate even if you go back to a place on the same day or with the same people. For some reason on that day the stars the aligned and the memories you shared can never be recreated. Well I can tell you that our trip to Germany was one of those weekends. 

Now when I say the stars aligned, I mean they really aligned because I am surprised we even got to Germany.

The trip started out a little something like this:

(an excerpt from my journal)

So here is the story of 3 idiot college kids who were out at the bars until 2:30 am with their new German friends.

Yeah so this is Blake, Jayde and I. Once we get back to the villa Jayde and I are laying in bed when I realize that we should probably check into our flight that leaves from Pisa at 7 am. I go get Blake and we are sitting on our computers completely exhausted going through the steps when Jayde goes “Um my name is spelled wrong on my boarding pass.” There is a dark moment of silence. I then look at my boarding pass and realize that my name is also spelled wrong… it’s a long story. So we stay up for another 2 hours calling Ryan air, trying to figure out how to change it online and pretty much running into the the dead end of its going to cost 250 euros to fix our names. (our flights were 80 round trip so you can understand our dismay) Finally forfeiting we go to bed and wake up an hour later to catch our car to Pisa. We get to the airport ready to except the high fees or surrender and not go at all. The nice ryan air lady makes some calls and waves us off telling us “its okay for now.” We go to security praying they won’t notice and again we get through fine. We take a minute to just sit and chill. The last point we need to get through is the checking in at the gate. Here are the faces of three dead college kids hoping they will get on the plane to Frankfurt

 

another excerpt

I hold my breathe as the gate attendant swiftly hand my passport and boarding pass and then checks Jaydes. HAHAH GUYS… it worked and I am not sure if we are living in an alternate reality or if the birthday gods actually exist (oh yeah it sept 7th aka happy bday Blake) We’ve got a wild weekend ahead.

To say this weekend started with a bang is an understatement. So we land in Frankfurt where we met Blake’s friend Jannik. JANNIK WAS OUR HOMIE for the weekend. Not only did he literally plan every second of the trip but he also drove 2 hours to pick us up in Frankfurt AND THEN DROVE ANOTHER 6 HRS to Berlin. We got to drive on the autobahn which was easily the prettiest drive I have ever been on in a really long time and exactly what I needed. We drove through green fields of trees and windmills. We arrived in Berlin around 9 pm and checked into our hotel. Since it was Blakes birthday we hit the streets and got to see some of the most amazing architecture and sites around berlin. I loved it. Just getting to see the city by night was a dream. Words won’t do it justice and neither will these pictures but at least you can get idea of it all. 

 

We head to bed and wake up early the next morning to go see more sites. Again the city just never stops delivering. I think my favorite part of berlin was how it felt like they weren’t trying to hide their history. There was this amazing remains of a church that had been bombed during world war 2 and I was so eye opening. After walking around  we head to Lollapalooza Music Festival… the reason we came to Berlin. I honestly don’t think that it is possible to put the things you feel during music festivals into words. One of my favorite parts of the music festival was that it was at the olympic stadium which added to the entire grandness of the festival. Here is the line up and some other pictures from the festival.

 

I have learned that my favorite memories in life often include good music and good people. After drinking great beer, dancing to the best music for 2 days straight and experiencing some of the most eye opening sites it was time to head home. on monday morning janik drove us the 5 hours from Berlin to Frankfurt. And lets just say that getting back to the frankfurt airport was just about  as dramatic as getting there. Another long story but pretty much we arrived 15 minutes after boarding was closed. Yet we still some how made on the plane and made it back to dinner in time for dinner at Massimo’s.

 

Berlin you hold a special place in my heart… until next time.

gabi 

Home.

Home.

When I have an idea of something I want to write I will grab my phone and start tying out my thoughts in my notes. These notes are usually a couple sentence to a paragraph long and usually happen while on buses or trains. Well now I am on the plane from Rome to Lax and I decided to go through these notes. Before I left there was this constant question in my head of ‘how do we define home?’ I continued to question this for the first couple weeks in Italy. So I started this note but never really came back to it. 

 

 

 

Home is the word that holds thousands of meanings, can cross borders, and has a special attachment to your heart. Whether home be a structure, a person, a memory, or simply the place where you find your dog waiting for you after a long day, the meaning of home is endless.

 

When I moved an ocean away it pushed me to really question ‘what is home?’ and ‘how to define home?’ Being here for 3 weeks now I have started to find things that make home, home and its not quite what I thought. Here in Volterra our villa is kinda home, it’s a place to lay your head at night and to see my fellow Americans. What really makes me feel at home are the reminders I get. Like anytime I am walking around the cobble stone streets and I see a golden my heart breaks a little inside because I miss Addie 

 

Or our 5 hr drive from Frankfurt to Berlin that was filled with green trees, rolling hills, and mountain air. Now that, that really reminded me of home. 

 

And then there was the time when we were are at Lollapalooza in the Olympia Stadion and we are pushing our way to the front of David Gutta (lol throwback). I mumble sorry as I wrestle my way though and this guy grabs my arm. I turn and 

 

he says:

 ‘wait are you american?’ 

We reply:

 ‘YES’ 

He says: 

“we are apart of the milltary and stationed here”

 

We go on to thank them for their services, jump around, and sing at the top of our lungs. Home, I’m tellin you that was a homey feeling.

 

 

 

Looking back now I am realizing that this constant question of home slowly faded after the first month. I think it has to do with getting used to a place. Not that it felt like home but just that I started to pay less and less attention to differences between the Salt Lake and Volterra.

 

I think this is pretty obvious but the more I write the more I believe that home is not just one place. I think that home is a place where my heart feels at peace. This sounds a little cheesy when I put it into words but I feel like it isn’t fair to say home is just one place. When I think about looking up at the red rocks in Moab or sitting at the top of a mountain, skis about to fall over the edge, those are the moments where my heart is at peace and I feel at home. 

 

Looking back, one of the biggest challenges was finding a place where my heart felt at peace. The cobble stones and the tight buildings that surrounded Volterra didn’t always offer the peace that nature does. One of the professors that visited asked us what we were some differences between Volterra and Salt lake. I said that I missed nature. Now he nagged and nagged me about how everything is nature and has come from nature but I realized that because of this lack of “nature” I had to find peace in other things like going to dinner every night for 2 hours or I finding different benches that looked over the surrounding valley to feel more at home.

 

Maybe home isn’t actually a feeling but it’s people. I can tell you for sure I feel at home when I am with my familia but I also learned that other people can be home too. Like Massimo and Carla who run the restaurant we ate at every day and called our Italian mom and dad. Or Anne our professor who really was the the group’s mom, organizing all our trips and looking after us as if we were her own children. And if course I can’t forget the life longs friends I made. Boy oh boy if we are talking people and home there are 3 people that need to be mentioned: Hayley, Jade and Blake. Our late night movies, long conversations over dinner and constant laughs were the most homey feelings of all.

This post is a little sporadic but I guess the final answer is I am still working on defining home. And the thing is I may never have my answer but I think it is such a deep thought to question, especially when we only have this one life to explore it.

 

Lots of love,

gabi

Firenze from a different lens

Firenze from a different lens

As many of you know I used to film and make a lot of videos. I am not exactly sure why I stopped but its been about 10 months since I filmed and edited a video. This meant that everyone in Italy didn’t really know this side of me. Somehow it came up that I used to do this and my friends convinced to film our trip to Florence since it would be my second time going. Soooooo I thought I’d share this short little video I made.
And there ya have it. Only a little bit longer in Italy and really trying to process all of that. I am ready for the comforts of healthy American food and my doggos (and of course family and friends)

 

 

love and miss you all lots,

gabi

San Jimmy Johns & the Italian Derby

San Jimmy Johns & the Italian Derby

As you probably already know over the past 2 months we have been taking various trips to near by cities. So here are a couple more adventures. (Lol I wrote this blog post like 2 weeks ago but idk what happened I just never got around to posting it so here ya go.)

 

 

San Jimmy Johns

First off I would like to thank Cam, Jayde’s boyfriend, for coming up with this name. San Gimignano (or San Jimmy Johns. If you have a hard time pronouncing it, try that) is this quaint little town that is similar to Volterra. 

 

Because Votlerra is literally on the top of a mountain it can take quite a while to get down the mountain. Well according to google maps, San Gimignano is only a 35 minute car ride. We were going to be taking a smaller private bus for this trip because it is so close and we were all pumped. Oh no let me just tell you. I spent the ride holding on to the seat in front of me with my face underneath the air conditioning and eyes closed. This man driving the bus was whipping around corners and we were literally bouncing off of our seats. 

 

Nevertheless, we found our cute little grandma tour guide and started walking around the city. I would call San Gimignano the Park City of Tuscany. Once upon a time it had 60 standing towers but only 7 are left standing. The reason they all fell wasn’t from wars but actually because caper plants grow along the walls and break down the stone over time. Every year the town cleans all the buildings of the plants. We continued walking around the city while making friends with some of the local animals 😉 If you didn’t know, people don’t pet other people’s dogs in europe. It’s pretty weird because the dogs don’t even walk up to you. So when we found this one doggo on a leash and she actually snuggled right up to us we were almost in tears, not joking. We got some delicious lunch where I found easily the most aesthetic bowl ever. Then we treated our selves to gelato. This gelato place was a little different though. They had some crazy flavors, like mine was gorgonzola and walnut. I definitely would give it an 11/10.

After our day we hopped back on the bus and had another rocky ride but luckily we all made it back safe.

The Italian Derby 

About a week we ago we hopped on another bus and headed to the city of Siena. This trip was different than our other day trips because we would be arriving the day before the Palio or as I like to call it, The Italian Derby. So the Palio is an ancient roman tradition that usually takes place twice a year: once in July and once in August. Why is this Palio taking place in October then? I guess I need to do a little back tracking and first explain what it is. As you have probably already guessed the Palio is a horse race but what makes it so crazy is that it takes place in Siena’s main piazza and lasts 75 seconds. 

There are a lot of nitty gritty details about the Palio and just how crazy it is but I am just going to give a quick overview. Italian towns are sectioned into “contradas” which are essentially neighborhoods. LET ME TELL YOU contrada pride is strong. Arguably stronger than the pride people feel for their home state. So 10 of the 17 contradas will race in the Palio. People will pay anywhere from $100-$1000 to watch this race. The contradas will pick a jockey but the horses get picked through a lottery. Now this gets to the crazy part. The winner of a Palio pretty much gets set up for life but the second place contrada is considered the first loser and they take this very seriously. The jockeys will often get beat to death and there are many accounts of others getting hurt. Sometimes jockeys won’t get off their horse and will just keep riding to avoid any injuries. If your contrada gets last place no one cares but if you get second you get beat. There are also a lot of quirky details like if the jockey falls off but the horse still crosses the finish line first the contrada will still win. Here’s a link to a more detailed account written by an actually journalist if you are interested:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/lifestyle/travel/1986/06/15/sienas-palio-is-a-link-to-the-past/dd3a7cff-815d-4aa2-ae8a-bf7a9f8ee38d/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.1dc82d53e115

Yeah so lots of weird details but back to why this one was happening in October. About every 15-20 years Siena will hold an “extraordinary” palio. These palios will commemorate special events in history, important people coming into town ect… This palio was commemorating the 100 yr anniversary of the ending of world war one. To put it into perspective, the last extraordinary palio was in Septemeber 2000, and the one before that was February 1980 so it was a pretty big deal that we just happened to be there the day before. 

Any ways so even though we didn’t get to see the actual palio, events took place all weekend to celebrate the Palio. They had huge processions going through the streets and one of the races which we didn’t even know was happening. Our professor told us that we had a couple hours to walk around the city before we would meet up for our tour. There was a line of police standing in front of the piazza and it was pretty apparent that we weren’t getting in to watch the race so we sat on the ground and looked between two balconies. I was pretty pumped because half our class had left but my friends were being indecisive and we realized that were standing right were the starting line was. This was so cool to see all the horses and jockeys get into place and then watch them race. i really don’t know how we got such a good view. After watching the race we headed to an atm and as we are pulling out cash we hear a horse hooves against the cobble stone. Again, we just happen to be standing there as we watch the jockey walk his horse through the streets and the entire contrada, wearing matching colors, follow them. It was sooooo cool and made me wish that I had something that brought my entire neighborhood together like that. 

After that we walked the streets the of Siena and I fell in love. I got the yummiest truffle and sausage pasta before we meet up with the group to walk through the cathedral. This post has gotten a little lengthy so I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves. This city was truly amazing.
Well friends I have 2 more weeks in Italy which is truly shocking. Especially because I still need to write about Berlin, Croatia and Volterra the city I HAVE BEEN LIVING in for the past 2 months. Looks like I’ll be writing a lot when I get home

 

Love and missin you all a little extra this week,

gabi

Pisa: a place of terrible engineers and bike rides through the countryside

Pisa: a place of terrible engineers and bike rides through the countryside

Alrightyyyyy who’s ready to hear all about to Pisaaaa. As you already know from reading the title Pisa can be broken down into two parts: the terrible engineers part and the riding bikes through the tuscan countryside part.

 

Part 1: The terrible engineers of Pisa

So growing up, I don’t know if I wasn’t listening or my teachers somehow failed to mention this but the leaning tower of Pisa is NOT a structural phenom that leans on its own. It’s actually quite the opposite, over the past 10 years or so there have been several attempts to straighten the tower out so that it doesn’t fall and kill people. Here are some google pictures to show some methods of straightening out.

 

 

Like how they didn’t straighten it completely out though?? Gotta keep the the humans coming back to see the unskillfully engineered leaning tower right? Not only was it failed to mention the lack of proper engineering but my elementary education also failed to mention that there are two other leaning bell towers and the main cathedral is also a little lopsided. Hahaha okay I really should cut these people some slack because a) if I tried to build a tower on harbor it wouldn’t have made it 6 stories tall and b) hey I mean at least they didn’t give up building when it started sinking 3 stories in.

 

While the leaning tower was cool and all I actually liked the cathedral and camone (cemetery) much better. There were some of the prettiest frescos and sculptures, I was shocked.

 

 

Part 2: Bike rides through the countryside

 

So here’s the funny thing. After going to Venice we pretty much just assumed that we are pretty spoiled in Volterra (a very small medieval hilltop town) and wouldn’t love super touristy places but Pisa was a different story. Our trip to Pisa was supposed to be a quick day trip to see the city and various monuments. We had 6 hours to see everything and this all seemed perfectly reasonable. Once we got there we walked around for an hour or so when a couple friends and I realized that we actually liked it here and wanted to stay the night. I did some quick searching on airbnb, made a couple phone calls, figured out the bus systems and then we were letting our teacher know we weren’t going to be taking the train back to Volterra with them.

 

So we finish up at the the leaning tower of Pisa and head straight for the bus station. Miss the first bus but luckily made it on to one 15 minutes later. I’d just like to paint this picture for everyone: 4 college aged kids standing on the side of road in farmland. Oh and you can’t forget that we didn’t have any luggage. Our bed and breakfast hostess, Naomi, was so sweet and picked us up from the bus stop. As we drove away the buildings slowly turned into fields and fields of greenery. Once we arrived there was the sweetest looking farm house sitting in the middle of these fields. Naomi explained that this was her father’s organic farmland and that she had the vegetables we requested waiting upstairs. Yeah so here are some pictures of some of the better moments of my life thus far:

 

 

After being shown around the house we ask where the closest grocery store is so that we can buy just the basics like ya know clothes for tomorrow, a phone charger and some groceries. Naomi informs us that is too far to walk but she might be able to find 2 or 3 bikes. Without fail she somehow finds 4 bikes for us (??? only in italy does somehow magically produces another bike out of nowhere) Now this is where the magic really starts. It was too dangerous for us to ride bikes on the roads so we had to bike THROUGH THE TUSCAN COUNTRYSIDE; just awful right? Hahhah no way I literally thought I was living a dream. We somehow make it without getting lost and make it to the coolest store I had ever been. So you know how at airports these have those conveyor belt things, well they had those but they were slightly elevated so that you could take your shopping carts on it. The grocery store also had an H&M attached so we got $7 t-shirt dresses for the next day and matching pj sets that $21. Yes, they were worth the investment.
As we walk out of the grocery store the sun has started setting. We hope on our bikes and head back though the farmland as the sky turns from pinks and purples to dark blues. We can’t stop laughing because this is one of those moments that will never really feel real. Things like the fact that we are literally dripping in sweat or that my bike doesn’t have breaks don’t even phase us. I just kept leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I can say that this is one of those moments that I felt pure bliss. Once we get back we all shower and start to make ourselves dinner. We meet the sweetest couple from New Zealand and spend the rest of the night talking about all our travels, our careers and how much we all miss breakfast foods. The next morning we wake up for sunrise and walk through the fields. We eat the best tomatoes I have ever had for breakfast, pack up and start our journey back to Volterra.
Ahhhh I can’t stop smiling while writing this it is bringing back so many memories. My biggest dream in life has been to spontaneously travel and I can say it has successfully happened :)) so thanks for reading about all my adventures friends

 

Miss and love you all lots

gabi

 

Adult Seaworld

Adult Seaworld

Hahaha where to begin…? So over the past month we have been visiting surrounding cities and hilltop towns throughout Italy. I wanted to share these experiences with you all, especially before I go on fall break next week. 

 

Starting with my least favorite…

ADULT SEAWORLD 

 

So, if you know me you know that I pretty much equate heat to the devil. I am such a winter person its not funny. Sometimes I get so hot I will literally break down like a 5 year old. (sorry we all have our downfalls) This being said I have never been super keen to hot places such as Arizona and Florida. Keep this in mind while I discuss this first city please.

 

Sorry for all the Venice lovers out there I am just going to say it straight… I really did not love Venice or Adult Seaworld as we call it. We were pretty much just taking a train into the abyss of the ocean before we saw Venice coming up and we were all so excited. (We being my classmates, 12 architecture students plus Jayde and I) As the train arrived in the station we hopped up, grabbed our backpacks with clothes for the weekend and moved with the crowd off the train. The second we get off the train we were IMMEDIATELY hit by a heat wave and 30000% humidity. There was an uncountable number of humans buzzing around us and it smelled very strongly of seaworld. Because of this heat, humidity and absurd number of humans the name Adult Seaworld was coined as we stood on the platform waiting for our classmates. Our group moved off the platform and into the first parts of the city to get vaporetto tickets. Vaporettos are pretty much water buses that act as the public transit system in Venice. Okay so as our professor is attempting to get tickets, tourist are swarming all about. And yes we are also tourists but sometimes we forget this because we are currently living in Italy.

 

Anyways so we’ve got lots of humans around, it’s unbearably hot and 14 college students beginning to act like children because 2pm have yet to eat today. It was a mess. Long story short we get food, get out on a vaporetto, and begin our weekend. We start out by going to the Vatican’s installation at the Biennale and Church of San Giorgio Maggiore. (quick backtrack: so the biennale is the architectural exhibition/conference that happens every other year and is from June to November… pretty much it is just architecture heaven) Here are some pictures from the Vatican’s installation 

Now this first day in Venice was September 14th which actually was my birthday. We went out and got dinner after dropping our bags off at the hostel. It was soooo yummy and I had the best cheescake of my life. The next day we toured Doge’s Palace, which is essentially the main government building that has been around for hundreds of years. Next was San Marco’s church which was absolutely breaktaking. It had gold mosaic tiled ceilings and you’re not allowed to take pictures. 
After that we spent the rest of Saturday and all day Sunday walking through the Biennale exhibits. I fell in love honestly. I don’t need to bore you with all the details but here are some pictures that do not do it justice. 
So overall Venice wasn’t a fan favorite at first because it was so overcrowded and unnecessarily hot but I loved the biennale and the rich history it had to offer.  

 

More stories of our adventures coming this week :))

 

love and miss you all lots

gabi