Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Visit to the Science Museum

That afternoon that I was sitting and doing my homework near the Uffizi, I was actually sitting right in front of the Museum of Science and I noticed that they had free admission that night. The museum was doing a special program and was open for people to visit from 9-11:30pm. Well, I can't seem to resist a free museum so I returned later that evening. As I left the house there was an amazing sunset behind the duomo: I love that this is my view right outside my house! At the museum they were doing a special program including people dressed up in the costume of the period of the Lorenas who were some people that were influential rulers when the French kind of reigned in Italy for a little bit. I think they were related to the Lombards. But don't take my word for it. I passed the AP test for European history when I was 15 years old and then promptly forgot it all. But you all know by now that the Florentines will use any excuse to dress up. This girl was playing the violin in the entrance of the musuem: They also had a guy who was pretending to be Galileo and he gave a mini-impromptu lecture in one of the little rooms of the gallery. People were crowding around him because they were really interested in hearing him talk and I was trying to stay out of the way because I am really not into people who dress up like people from the past and then use phrases like, "I did this, I believed that..." as if they really are the person because that kind of creeps me out. Plus, I knew I wasn't going to understand all that he was saying (in Italian) and I didn't want him to look at me for validation and see my blank stare back in his face. So I kind of got involved in looking at one exhibit in the corner and of course, that is the one he decides to come over and take about. And I ended up at the front of the group for this whole little lecture. Seriously, people were pushing to get closer to hear him talk and I was like, "Um, can I get out of here?" But I was kind of stuck and so I just had to listen patiently. It was interesting when he pointed out the middle finger of Galileo's right hand that has been preserved in a little glass shrine (just the bone). Kind of wild. The guy explained that this was the most important figure because back in the day that is the finger that he would have pointed with when he was lecturing or making some demonstration on his discoveries. Anyway, the museum was pretty fascinating because they had a lot of old instruments that were used during Galileo's time (and some of his own originals), including telescopes and various experimental contraptions such as one for generating static electricity. Then there was a whole room with medical sculptures of the torso of a woman depicting various scenarios of giving birth. Quite wild. They also had some really scary old medical instruments in there that used to be used on women in childbirth. Thank goodness I don't ever have to give birth in that era.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Around the Uffizi

Sidelined by my toe, I didn't do many extracurricular activities the week before last. The weather was kind of touch-and-go as well. But on Thursday, after using the internet, I walked around to find a nice spot to do my homework "a fuori" (outside). I ended up walking through Piazza della Signoria and then sitting on the wall that runs along the Arno. It had rained earlier in the day and there were still some amazing clouds in the sky:I love the clouds in Italy. They are totally different than the ones we see at home. If you squint off into the hills you can see that it looks almost exactly like and old painting--it is easy to find the artist's inspiration in these clouds: Then there are the dark, threatening ones: How magical is this, with the light rays penetrating the clouds? Okay, I am a cloud-fanatic: This is where I was sitting, just beyond the Ponte Vecchio with the Uffizi there in the foreground on the right and the Arno on the left: I sat and listened to my iPod and did my "compiti di casa" (homework). The Uffizi: When I had finished (and I was starving so it was time to go home and make some pasta), I walked through the piazza in between the U-shaped Uffizi building. There are sculptures in the columns of the Uffizi of famous Italians. I realized I haven't taken pictures of them yet so here you go! Here is Galileo Galilei: And Amerigo Vespucci who "discovered" our land and lent it his name: Niccolo Macchiavelli: Dante Alighieri: Michelangelo Buonarrotti (I think he is kind of cute with that curly beard!): Leonardo da Vinci: Donatello: Giotto (a famous painter whose work preceded the Renaissance so he is less well-known if you haven't studied the broader spectrum of Italian art): And then out in the Piazza della Signoria, at the entrance to the Palazzo Vecchio you have this over the main door: And to the right of the door, this sculpture:And then to the left, the fake David. The original David stood here until the early 1800s I believe. I will have to check on that date. But at one point his left arm was broken off and used to kill a peasant during a riot. At least that is what one of my guidebooks said. A friend told me they heard it was struck by lightning and fell on someone who died. That sounds a little tooo convenient. I kinda like the more violent story--it's just so ridiculous! Anyway, David is living a more peaceful existence in the Galleria dell'Accademia now anyway. And his stand-in is entertaining the masses (including the occasional bird that lands on his head): Here is one of the two lions guarding the sculptures in the loggia (the terrace area in the Piazza where there are a bunch of random sculptures): And here is the massive Neptune fountain in front of the Palazzo Vecchio: And that is your tour of the area surrounding the Uffizi. It is starting to get so crowded in this area, it's hard to move. It is best to visit during mealtimes as most tourists are sitting in overpriced restaurants at that time and you can actually see the sites. As usual, I try my best to cut other people out of my shots so you think I am the only one visiting Firenze right now. Alas, it is not the case.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Calcio Championship

A week ago Wednesday was the final championship game for the Champions League of Football (soccer). The teams playing each other were Milan (Italy) and an English team, oh shoot...I forget who...Johan is going to kill me if I ask again...I think it was Liverpool! As usual, Johan got us a table at Astor Cafe, right next door to the Duomo to watch the game on the big screen. This was a seriously huge event and the bar was packed. It seemed like everyone from my school was in the bar as well. There are two huge screens projecting the game:As usual, I just to enjoy the excitement of the crowd and to watch the cute players. Unfortunately, Johan also brought along his new roommate (a girl from Texas) and one of her new friends (also from school) who was from Canada. Wow, they were annoying. They ordered drinks in English without even bothering to ask if the waiter spoke English and then they complained endlessly when their drinks were terrible. The Canadian girl kept going on and on about how she had gone to bar-tending school and this is just not how it is done, blah blah blah. I was trying really hard to tune them out and focus on the game but they were so annoying. I finally turned to her and explained (with as much understanding and patience as I could muster) that this was Italy and drinks here are strong. They don't make them to taste good, they are just strong. If you don't like it, you don't drink it but they aren't going to do much about it. Even after my explanation, the two of them tried to make "deals" with the waiter, to have him bring them a (complimentary, I believe) non-alcoholic version of their drink and they would mix it together. I was so embarrassed to be sitting there with them. The waiter (who is someone I knew from having frequented this bar and also because he was at the wedding of the bar owners that I attended with Lorena...) was like, "Um, no. If you want another drink you buy another drink." So the girls continued to sulk and the Canadian left at halftime. Phew. She was the main culprit of this whining party and was egging on the American girl who I think would have let it go a little easier. (A side story: the American girl and Canadian girl went to Rome this past weekend and neglected to go to the Vatican Museum--you know, that big famous one where the Sistine Chapel is...?! They went to St. Peter's Basilica [the church in the Vatican City] and thought they were one and the same. So they left Rome not realizing until later [when everyone said, Oh did you see such and such...] that they had missed one of the most major things you need to see in Rome...Oh la la!) Anyway, back to the night of calcio. Johan was relatively undisturbed by their griping as he watched the game. He was just about the only one in the bar rooting for Liverpool: When we first arrived at the bar, I saw Roberto, the guy from the wedding who wanted to flirt with my roommate Lorena all night, (he is also a part-owner of this bar where we were watching the game along with the guy who got married, also named Roberto). So I said hi to him, we greeted each other with cheek kisses (the standard greeting here) and we talked for a moment in broken English/Italian. I asked him what he was up to and he said he was there with his kid, (he was married before and has a son) to watch the big game. So then when Johan and the girls and I were sitting down at our table I sent a text message to Lorena saying: "Roberto and Roberto are here! I gave a Roberto a big kiss for you! Ha Ha" She had left the house a little bit before me to go drop some things off with Niccola (sounds like a girl's name but that is the guy she has been hanging out with who wants to be her boyfriend but she doesn't really like him enough) at his bar (he also owns a bar in Firenze). About 15 minutes after I sent the text message, Lorena shows up right in front of me at my table! She was like a little school girl! "Where is he?!" And then she yelled at me as I pointed obtrusively toward the corner where Roberto was sitting with his son. She tried to play it cool for a few minutes but eventually she went over and sat with them. Afterward, I found them talking and took some pictures. Here I am being the annoying little sister and taking pictures of them talking (and me being goofy). The three of us! He looks terrible here: I told him he had to open his eyes but this isn't much better:Anyway, we had a riot. It was really fun and one of the times when Firenze being small was kind of fun. I was officially introduced to the other Roberto as we left the bar (even though I had already attended his wedding...). Mass silliness. On the walk home Lorena told me that it was kind of difficult with Roberto because he has to be really cautious with bringing women around his son. His son gets really jealous and Roberto tries to be conscientious of his feelings. Lorena likes Roberto but I think she realizes that kind of situation might be a little more than she wants to deal with. I just love the soap opera! Especially since I was experiencing quite a lull in my interactions with men...ah, well.

I stubbed my pinkie toe

Two weeks ago (yes, I am getting kind of behind in my posts...), I stubbed my toe HORRENDOUSLY. It was the Monday after my museum bender and I didn't go running because I was just too tired. I feel asleep on the couch (watching Italian MTV, what else?) and then woke up to go to school to do my post. On the way out of the kitchen after cleaning up my lunch dishes, the door jamb jumped out in front of my left pinkie toe and stomped down on top of it. Okay, it might be more truthful to say that I rammed my poor, unassuming pinkie toe INTO the door jamb. Either way it hurt like nothing else. I tried to walk it off and actually put on my tennis shoes and walked to school as if nothing had happened. I must have still been in shock. Because by the time I got home my toe looked like this:Yeah, gross. And the purple and blue color spread out even more than that. Yikes! So, that but an end to my running in Firenze and caused me to slow down a bit. Which is probably an okay thing. Just meant more time to enjoy my Italian MTV and my homemade caffe lattes. Actually, even when it was this ugly, I was able to wear flip flops and walk around without pain--it was just so swollen, I couldn't wear tennis shoes. A day or two later it looked like this: Notice the blood (blue) pooling into the rest of my foot. And how disgusting and dirty my feet are from wearing flip flops in this very dirty city. I really could use a pedicure. Ah, something to look forward to when I return. Anyway, I am much better now. I might even be able to run tomorrow! And that is good because my friend Matt comes to visit tomorrow so I will be doing a lot of walking as the tour guide. I hope to make him run around city with me as well!

Friday, June 01, 2007

Walk to Forte di Belvedere

After visiting the Bargello in the morning, I decided to check another location off my list. I wanted to walk up to Forte di Belvedere for the view. I don't remember being there before even though I have been in the area. The Fort is the place that the Medicis would take refuge if they needed to, it was right behind (and connected to) their gardens (Boboli). This is a remainder of the ancient wall around the city: This portion is on the other side of the Arno from where I live, it leads to Piazzale Michelangelo and is near where I had aperitivo with Theresa awhile back. In this photo you can see the Torre Niccolo in the middle of the background (you can also get up to the piazzale from that spot): I walked up the steep hill along the outside of the city wall. This is a private door on the other side of the street from the wall: As I was walking up the hill I started to hear a lot of noise coming from a section of park that was kind of inside the wall. Apparently, every May they have a little gathering of people who do archery and whatever else for an exhibition (I think the Florentines will find any excuse to dress up in costume). So I stumbled into this scene: And the medieval swordsman were just finishing lancing eachother or whatever it is they do: These guys are very serious about what they do. In the picture above, the guy has a little pouch holding his arrows. Below, they were lining up to shot at the targets: Four would go at a time. I can't tell you if the instrument (bow?) has a special name: Taking aim: These were the judges/moderators--I love their costumes!: The targets with the arrows on them: The judges collecting the arrows, checking the locations, and scoring each contestant: They are very proud of their "antique tradition", apparently it has been practiced in this field for many, many years: The sign: "Campo di Tiro, Balestrieri Fiorentini"--the balestra is a crossbow (I just looked it up in my dictionary): Then I kept walking up the hill to Fort Belvedere where there are some nice views of the city. This is the Church of Santa Croce in the middle: The Medici Chapel on the right (the red dome): Walking back down into town I passed by some other nice gates to private residences: And through some very green parks: It's amazing how this is just right outside the city. By the time I got home I think I had been walking for about 3 hours. Armed with my ipod it felt like nothing at the time...but when I finally got home I realized I was starving and my feet were throbbing. It was a very successful and productive weekend at home in Firenze!