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Sunday, November 29, 2009

firenze, ti amo. non voglio uscire.



Saturday, November 28, 2009

La Garga & A Castle Party in Fiesole


La Garga: You must eat here if you travel to Florence.
Located in a 14th century palazzo, this seemingly hole in the wall middle of nowhere trattoria on the narrow dark street Via de Moro, is a hidden gem. La Garga, an Italian and his American wife, Sharon Oddson, two artists, opened it in 1979. 
The setting: The low lighting, vibrant colored swirling designs on the walls, and orange rose centerpiece will make you feel like you are part of a painting or in the middle of an art studio. The mural on the wall are individually painted by Garga, Oddson, Maestro Alfio Rapisardi, Janet Lansill, Mario Madiai and other contemporary Florentine artists (one was our waiter!).
The wine: brunello di montalcino ‘riserva’ pertimali ’04..it was amazing. 
The dishes: 
Bruschetta con Pomodori, Arugula e Pomodoro Insalata, and Crostini Toscani - that's right people, i ate rabbit liver...and i liked it.
 Walnut and Radicchio Ravioli with White Truffle and Gorgonzola Sauce
Pappardelle with Mint, Lemon Zest, Cream
Pappardelle in a Spicy tomato sauce
Veal with sauteed baby artichokes
Chicken and Asparagus in a mustard cream sauce


on the subject of pasta here are 2 new fun facts I have learned about it:
Pappardelle - a larger, broader version of fettucinni. Pappare in Italian means "to gobble up"
Al dente - I was taught this meant  "to the tooth" but it is more than that according to my Italian professor. It means that the pasta is cooked so that when it is cut you can still see a bit of the lines of white starch - that look like teeth...interesting, though i dont know how factual it is.






outside of the castel di poggio party in Fiesole



Wednesday, November 25, 2009

l'amore è basta




Monday, November 23, 2009

il imperfetto


The Italian imperfect (imperfetto) is a descriptive past tense which indicates an ongoing state of being or a repeated or incomplete action. Etymology: alteration of Middle English imparfit, from Latin imperfectus, from in- + perfectus perfect

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one day. one day i know it will all be good. and i wont want to be young again because ill remember how uncomfortable i felt much of the time. http://confessions.grouphug.us/random




Sunday, November 22, 2009

Praga


The adventure to Prague was so much fun! It was a very big culture shock in comparison to the western European countries I have been visiting this semester and I'm really glad I got to see it. My friend Kayla and I made the last minute decision to go the week before. We both really wanted to see Prague as we have heard great things. Fred still reminisces about it so I was especially interested to see what his study abroad city was like. We went with a bus tour group called Euroadventures and they took care of transportation as well as toured us around the whole first day. Before I left, Fred made me a very detailed itinerary which was really helpful and I think we saw almost everything on his list that first day:
Old Town Square & The astronomical clock - there was a wedding taking place just as we were walking by which made it even more pituresque. Old Town Square is really lovely and fairy tale like.  Definitely my favorite section.
Wensceslas Square - giant plaza lined with stores. my favorite part of it was the starbucks...(yes, i suffer from american coffee deprivation)
Then we crossed over the Charles Bridge which was filled with many arts and crafts stands, traditional Czech music bands and cute old little men playing the accordian.
The Lennon Wall - obligatory
The Prague Castle - we trekked up toward the castle and the view from the plaza was beautiful. The cathedral was also stunning. We walked through the Jewish quarter and had lunch at Bagel Bohemia. Then, we made our way to the Beer Factory which I had heard about through friends before. I am not a fan of beer..and this trip didnt change that...but I tried! We sat around the table playing drinking games and drinking Pilsner Urquell...ehh...It was fun..but..yeah I dont think I'll ever acquire that taste. We headed back to the hotel and me and kayla were so exhausted. We took a short nap and got ready for dinner at a traditional Czech restaurant. There was a wait to get a table so we headed toward the bar where they had the weirdest beer flavors! Coffee Beer, Lime Beer, Banana beer, Sour Cherry beer...we had to try them so we ordered a sampler which was small shot-glass sizes of each...they were as gross as they sound. I practically spit the banana one out. gah. anyway, dinner was much better. I liked the Czech food! I tried a bite of someone's Smazeny Syr and potato croquette. For dinner, Kayla ordered the beef goulash but I stuck with a safe choice...grilled turkey breast, vegetables.  Kayla and I split potato dumplings as a side. They were so unexpectedly filling, spongelike and heavy, we only ate two! I definitely loved trying Czech food, but could not imagine eating it often. Afterward, we went back to Old Town Square with the entire group. On the way, we saw some NYU friends from Florence who were heading to someone's apartment. We got caught up talking and lost our group. All of a sudden, we were in the middle of Old Town Square with no idea where we were or where the group was headed. We knew the name of the bar but couldn't find it. We started going into random nearby bars looking for our group which was really fun! but also frusterating. So we bbmed Fred (but he also had no idea where we were because we had no idea where we were). Thankfully with her blackberry we were able to get our tour guide's number from an email he sent us and finally met up with them as they headed toward Karlovy Lazne a five story club near on the river...The club was alright. It was full of tourists and one floor was packed with a flock of people from Denmark.  There were women dancing in cages...which I am not okay with...and when we first walked in there was a boy who was no more than 15 sitting in between two other 14 year old looking girls, taking turns making out with him..The music was good but the place resembled a bigger, sweatier version of the NYC teen club Webster Hall.  Uh, anyway, Czech clubs are intense. Proceed with caution. 
On the second day, we woke up really late and got breakfast at Starbucks. Kayla and I headed to the Mucha museum which was awesome. I love Mucha! I have a poster of his I bought at the NYU poster sale freshman year for my Rubin hall dorm room not even knowing who he was. I just was so attracted to the poster. Anway, I had no idea he was from Prague. I adore art noveau and his advertisements were so ornate and beautiful. The museum was small but awesome for a fan. There was a movie about his life that we sat and watched for an hour. 




When we left the museum we were sleepy and starving. We wandered around Old Town Square looking for some grub and stumbled upon a brand new vegetarian restaurant, Maitrea. Kayla got a really good burrito and I got a spinach salad with sun-dried tomato, bacon tofu, and parmesean. By that time it was 5pm and really dark outside already! We walked along the river heading for the Dancing Building. Along the way, we split a really good street fired-dessert we had been eyeing all weekend. It was called a trdlo..basically a round donut rolled in cinnamon sugar. The Dancing Building was an amazing sight. To go on top to the roof, you had to buy a drink at the bar/restaurant Celeste. I ordered a Spicy Strawberry. It was peppercorn infused tequila, crushed fresh strawberries, strawberry liquor, thyme, ice. Yum. The view from the top was beautiful.  The castle was lit up over the Charles river, the lit up astronomical clock, the opera house. It was a very nice way to end the day. That night, we had dinner at a typical Czech restaurant again and went dancing at a few clubs which I forget the name of now... Prague was a lot of fun and definitely somewhere I would like to visit again as it is still in the process of modernization.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Buon compleanno, sorella!




please tell me...how are you eighteen already?!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Ferrara

Ferrara is a city on the Po River in the Emiglia Romagna region of Italy (nearby cities include Ravenna, Bologna, Verona). Founded in the 7th or 8th century, the city grew in the Middle Ages. In 1284 the Este family, which originally was from Padua, took control of the town. The Este family, who ruled also in Modena, transformed in the 15th century their court into one of the most important place for art and writing in Italy:  “capital of modern poetry” as it has been labelled. It was the intellectual center of the Italian Renaissance. We visited Ferrara because during the Renaissance there was high interest and debate about Architecture and Cities. Many intellectuals wrote treatises which applied the new rules of perspective and symmetry to the constructions of buildings, villas, streets and even cities. Biagio Rossetti, an Italian architect furing the Renaissance was key project manager of enlarging Ferrara in 1492. He knew how to balance the humanistic principles in architecture with the real needs of the city and local tradition. We went to see the remains of his urban planning in person. We saw the ancient city hall, Romanesque Cathedral, Castello Estense from 1384! - the castle of the Este family which was surrounded by a moat. 


On the trip we went to a great art museum (in which I was really sad that I wasnt allowed to take pictures in). It was in the Palazzo dei Diamanti of Diamond Palace. As you can see above, the facade's stone blocks were cut into diamond points. The palazzo houses the National Picture Gallery where we saw the Italian impressionist paintings of Giovanni Bolini, born in Ferrara and studied under Degas in Paris. His works were so beautiful. Here's an idea:





For lunch we had a typical Ferraran dish at this really good local restaurant - Brindisi. It was around the corner from the Cathedral. All of us ordered the dish that Ferrara is most famous for - cappellacci di zucca con burro fuso e salvia (pumpkin tortellini in a butter sage sauce). It was SO good and I need to make/find it in NYC.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Au Revoir: newyorker.com

Au Revoir: newyorker.com

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sunday morning in Florence


Another Sunday morning in Florence
Down the street, the Duomo rings its bells on the hour
The chimes echo throughout the city
as if to say, it's time to wake
it's time to rise
it's time for the cats to cry 

it's time for the dog to bark back
it's time for the old man to play his violin on the sidewalk
while the tourists walk by
i've watched him every Sunday morning
smile as he plays 
and only once did we make eye contact
and i got a chance to smile back.
But this morning there is just silence 
and I wonder where the violin man has gone 
because he is fragile like the time
and time is going too fast
unsure and unsteady
He's nowhere to be found 
and soon I won't be either
 I need say goodbye 
and it's not something I am good at.
 I'm just afraid i've missed him already.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Okkupazione Day


Today was Okkupazione Day at NYU. It's a day required to sign up and register for 2 Italian classes for fun. My classes were "L'Arte dell' Uncinetto con le Nonne di Firenze" and "Artigianato a Firenze: la Carta Marmorizzata" (crochet with real Nonnas (!) and marble-paper making). Coincidentally, my roommates and I had signed up for the same classes.  It ended up a really fun experience. 
To much of my dismay, I found out I will never be one of those cute crocheting Grandmas one day. I am pretty hopeless at mastering the art of crochet or uncinetto. It took me a laborious hour and a half to end up with sad 5 inch piece of fuzzy purple material. It made me greatly appreciate the many beautiful knitted and crocheted blankets my great-grandma made for our family. At least I learned some new Italian knitting and crochetting vocabulary...


knitting needles - i ferri
crochetting needles - l'uncinetto
yarn - il gomitolo
knitting - maglia


Traditional Florentine handmade marble paper making or la carta mamorizzata was so much fun! "Alberto Cozzi," a Florentine marble paper shop in business since 1908, came in to teach us how to make our own marble paper. While marbled-paper making survives today almost exclusively in Florence, its roots can be traced back to 15th century Turkey, where marbled paper making was known as ebru, or the art of the clouds.  Marble paper was considered sacred and Islamic law forbade its ripping, burning or otherwise unauthorized disposal. In 17th-century France, Louis XIII found marble paper to be the only paper fit for a king. 


Cosa fa per fare la carta marmorizzata?

Primo, prepara il colore e batte il colore con il pennello. 
First, prepare the paint and beat the color into the water with the paintbrush.






Dopo, usa il pettine.
Next, use the comb.




Mette il foglio di carta nella vasca. Lavora il folio in base al disegno. Toglie il foglio della vasca!
Put the paper on top of the water vat, work the paper on top of the design. Take out the paper! 

Il mio prodotto finito!! My finished product!!






Monday, November 9, 2009

WHERE THE PUMPKIN BE AT?



Sunday, November 8, 2009

yesterday i...


1) successfully bought bags of grocery for under 9 euro at Mercato Centrale. On the Italian grocery shopping list? (yes, this is a chance to practice my food vocabulary and make a boring grocery list sound pretty exotic)
-pomodori
-brocolli
-formaggio ricotta
-orecchiette
-biscotti
-mela
-caffe
-finocchio
-pane di grano
-arancia
-lattuga
2) got caught in the rain
3) smelled i marroni being roasted on the street
4) fell in love with a pair of purple patent-leather oxford pumps 
5) saw couples giddily walk into a lingerie shop
6) decided to visit the Uffizi for the first time (i know, it's shameful)
7) was stunned by how real the porcelain skin of Venus of Urbino is
8) watched white birds gracefully fly over the Arno from the second floor of the Uffizi
9) stared into the eyes of Sophocles
10) smiled at the sleeping face of baby Eros
11) realized how much I love the cute older Fiat 500s around town - they are just so quintessentially Italian.
12) attended mass at the Duomo
13) put lots of Tabasco sauce on my Omelette at The Diner
14) realized I havent been to Piazza Michaelangelo yet
15) fell in love with Florence again
16) missed New York