Monthly Archives: February 2011
“I can’t believe we still love this city so much,” Cate yelled as her umbrella flipped inside out. “I know! This is the worst, but it’s also totally the best!” I replied, feet squishing inside my boots. The weather in Lisbon on Saturday morning was miserable, but an end-of-the-world style monsoon didn’t stop us from having a great time. Fueled by delicious pancakes from the hostel breakfast, we set out to brave the storm. Continue reading
I decided to go to Lisbon on a whim. About two weeks ago, I saw an article about the city in the New York Times, thought it sounded cool, and booked flights with my friend Cate. The article was called “36 Hours in Lisbon.” Of the 46 hours I spent in Lisbon this weekend, I was awake for 32 of them. Cate and I only did two of the 12 things on the NYT list of suggestions, but we managed to cover a lot of ground in not a lot of time. I wish we had had more time to visit, because I loved Lisbon.
Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” Today, my scary thing was painting a coffee pot.
When I picked my classes for this semester, I snagged a spot in a Beginning Painting elective. I thought it would be a fun blow-off class that I would only ever have time to take abroad. What better place than Rome to become a painter? I’m also taking a philosophy of art class, so from South Bend, painting and art philosophy sounded like classes that would pair well together. I felt like being around all sorts of magnificent paintings and frescoes in Italy would somehow rub off on me, inspire me, make me an artist. I don’t know what I was thinking. Looking at great works of art doesn’t automatically make you a great artist. Painting isn’t exactly a transitive skill. Continue reading
It is no small feat to pack the necessities for a four-month trip into two suitcases and a backpack. The task became exponentially more difficult for me because I had not pre-planned any of my travel. I knew Rome would have a mostly moderate climate, but I also knew that I could be traveling to places as cold as the Swiss Alps or as warm as the Greek Isles. As it turns out, I’m not going to go to either of those places, but I didn’t know that when I was packing in December.
Now that I’ve been here for a while, I have had a chance to explore the stores and figure out what things I can get here and what I probably should have brought from home. Continue reading