Skydiving

Wow. I haven't posted in quite some time, and I'm feeling king of--guilty. But I've been absolutely buried in my quest to find the perfect balance between work and play ever since I stepped out of the plane at LAX in December. So here's a brief summary of what's happened in the past, what's happening now, and an outlook into the near future.

I got back to California, and I first and foremost recovered from jetlag, which this time took only a day and a half. Then, out of the blue, my Grandma's surgery didn't go well, and she ended up having complications, so I spent the next full day at the hospital in ICU with the rest of my family, waiting for updates. Everything turned out to be okay, and she was released from the hospital three days later.

After the dust settled, I explained how my time in Italy was with my extended family, which took quite a while. Before I knew it, it was Christmas, and we had our usual family gathering at my aunt's house. That was a lot of fun, and I was even able to get a free massage from my cousin (she's training to become a masseuse). Work on the website filled in the time in between christmas and new years eve, and I started to visit some of my "long-lost" friends. Then for new years I went to a party and we played texas hold-em pretty much the whole night, almost missing the countdown.

New Years day I went hiking after watching the Rose Parade (which this year, of course, didn't rain like last year, when we went in person) and I continued to hike every week with some people from the book club my mom is in. I needed the exercise after eating all of the good food to make up for the disappointingly horrible food that we get here. Then it was pretty much hanging out with my neighbors, going to clubs on the weekends (DV8 was the most memorable), snowboarding, working out, going to birthday parties, working, and going to the beach that took up the time until I found myself again at LAX, headed for London on British Airways, later connecting to Rome and taking the bullet train up to Florence.

That's enough about the recent past. I enrolled in this new "European Union: Politics and Policies" class, taught by Professor D'Alimonte, who is a world-renound political scientist, and a go-to man for CNN, MSNBC, CBS, FOX, and ABC regarding anything to do with US-EU relations or Italy in general. The class is amazing, although it's a lot of work. This past monday I was supposed to go to a conference that the US Ambassador to Italy and many other top officials were attending regarding US-Italian relations, but Italians being on Italian time, my professor showed up 30 minutes later than he originally said he was going to, and as a result they filled in the classes' reserved seats at the conference. So there went that one.

Other than that, classes have been going good. I finished my first 7-page paper of the semester on sunday, and I have another one due tomorrow that's 4 pages (which, I have yet to start writing, and I probably should stop filling in my time with distractions such as blogging).

As far as events to look forward to, I have three major ones coming up: This saturday, I'm going Skydiving over Sienna, which will be absolutely amazing (thank you to Rasaalika for the wonderful idea), and one friday before spring break, which is March 9th-18th, Rasaalika and I are going to Maranello, Italy, where Ferrari is headquartered and all Ferrari's are produced, to have a private tour of the Ferrari plant, which is by invitation only. (Again, thank you to Rasaalika and her amazing father for inviting me). Two once-in-a-lifetime events happening in the span of a semester--let's just say that I'm counting my blessings.

Joseph and I are then taking spring break to tour around Italy (it's his first time in Europe) and we may even be going to Switzerland and France. In Italy, we're going up to Venice, then to Assisi, then coming to Florence, going to Naples (and while we're there we're going to try to head over to Pompeii), and finally ending our journey in Rome.

Then once Spring break is over, there's only 8 weeks until I head back to CA again. I'm starting to feel like my time here is rushed...and I'm trying to savor every minute of it. So don't expect me to post very often...although I'm going to start posting my replies that are mandatory anyways for my EU class. So basically, don't expect too much intellectual stuff, or stuff directly relating to me.

Until I actually have time (or want to postpone working for as long as I can again like I am now), I will only post what I've already written.

Ciao tutti!

Alitalia is on Strike

Great. I'm already stressed out enough with finals, and I find out this morning that Alitalia (along with other Italian-run transportation services) is going on strike. If you didn't already know, I've already had the last leg of my flight cancelled, which resulted in me having five connections. I fly from here to Milan, Milan to London, London to San Francisco, San Francisco to Los Angeles, and Los Angeles to Ontario. Alitalia is the first two legs of that, up until London. So if Alitalia strikes and my flight isn't flying on Friday, that screws up the rest of my flights, possibly resulting in me missing my main flight, from London to San Francisco. I don't even want to begin to think what might happen if that were to occur, with me joining in the thousands of other angry travelers trying to get put on later flights that have only two seats open. Not a pretty picture.

They just had to strike on Friday. Out of all the days that we're here, I just want to go home, and they're not letting me. But we don't know for sure if our particular flights will be canceled or if we'll be lucky and the strike won't go into effect until later in the day.

Gratzie Roma, e ciao!

Weird, spontaneous, and random freewriting:

I look outside the window and see pitch black. It’s too early to worry about what time it is, and I have to be at my meeting place at roughly the same time that my train arrives. Not happening.

Two red lights stare back at me from the outskirts of the train station as we are departing, most likely a train being serviced. The wheels grind against the cold steel rails and vibrate the car I’m in; we’re slowly but surely gaining speed. A train just passed, but it wasn’t a blur so I can tell that we haven’t been cleared for full speed yet. We just passed through the second largest train station of Florence, “Firenze Campo Marte.”

Thinking about later today, I realize how long ago it has been sine I have confessed. I’m going to try to do that today at the Vatican. So many people asked me to pray for them at school yesterday. I’ll keep my promise.

The woman seated across from me looks as though she has been having personal problems lately, and also looks like she’s headed to Rome for business. She’s trying to sleep in an awkward position, as anyone who has ever flown an overnight flight or train well knows that the seats aren’t the most comfortable things in the world. Her husband just came back to comfort her, possibly after the loss of a loved one.

It’s amazing to me how many people on campus call themselves religious, yet none of them go to their churches or synagogues or temples. Sometimes I feel as if I’m a lone piece of debris, scattered by the religious bomb that hit the world the generation before mine. “It’s amazing that you go to mass every weekend. I can’t even remember the last time I went. Maybe for Christmas last year.” Phrases like that are not all that uncommon anymore. It’s scary.

The train is moving along at top speed now, and I have to look into the distance in order to see things without having them blurred. There is an eerie fog that settles like a blanket over the ominous lake outside, and the first light of the sunrise is just beginning to utter its first breaths. Numerous cypress trees in the distance line the roads and stand tall like proud soldiers waiting to bravely serve their country.

After a nap, I realize that we’re here, in Rome already. The train operator announces the obvious, that we’re entering the Rome Termini station, in Italian of course. Time to put this laptop away, to rush off of the train, find a taxi, and see the new Pope in person for the very first time.

Grazie Roma e ciao!