Josh, Tyler, Sydney, and I sit outside the small pub that promised loud parties, beer, and plenty of English. So far we had seen one other customer and a street vendor enter the Lion's Den. The bartender comes out and tells us we can't be outside with glasses this late and we walk back inside and to the back of the pub. In the back corner of the pub is a door that leads into the Lion's Fountain, it's filled with American college students. We all groan once we see we didn't move far enough back in the pub when we first entered. American music blasts from the speakers, drowning out all other noise. I start to think the place might be a bit too American as another group of sorority girls makes their way in, more orange skin and bleached hair. Sydney finds a sharpie and leaves our mark on the ceiling, UWG joins the hundreds of other messages that are plastered on the walls of the establishment.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Week 4 Image Junkyard 2
I await the return of my companions outside Dante's tomb. It starts to rain and Shaunna and I run to the side of the cathedral to avoid the downpour. We have a friendly conversation with an older English couple who disappear when the rain stops.
Week 4 Image Junkyard 1
Pigeons dart nervously back and forth in front of the church next to the market in Florence. A single Sparrow bounces along with the pack of pigeons. Tyler holds out his hand as if to feed the tiny bird and he nervously hops forward and pecks at his fingers.
Week 5 Image Junkyard 2
Spoleto's orange night lights shine on the sides of the buildings surrounding Bar Duelle. As I marvel at the scene I can't believe the trip is finally ending. I was sitting on the same creaky bench weeks ago amazed that the trip was finally beginning.
Week 5 Reportage 1
I'm still holding Cortney's hand as we walk into the Varsity, I haven't been able to let go of her since we collided in the airport. Dirty tables holding up plates of grease guide us to the counter of yelling cashiers and impatient customers. This is exactly what I wanted, the opposite of an Italian establishment to remind me just how much I'll miss Italy. The young woman at the counter yells at me to come over.
"What'll ya have, what'll ya have?"
I order two bacon cheeseburgers and their famously greasy onion rings. She disappears into the crowd of workers and comes back with our meal on a bright red plastic tray.
"Grazie," I say, it's purely out of reaction.
She raises an eyebrow and hands us our meal. Why do I feel like I'll now be foreign in my own home?
Week 5 Image Junkyard 1
My native tongue fill the Varsity like grease on their onion rings. The cashier raises an eyebrow as I thank her in Italian and apologize in English.
Week 3 Reportage 1
I wake up for the second time this morning and step off the bus onto Gubbio stones. I feel drowsy and slow, the weather seems to mirror me as the rain makes walking on the cobblestones a dangerous endeavor. An espresso and friendly conversations wake me up and prepare me for the tours of holy places. Saint Francis sits with his wolf, watching over the entrance to the basilica, his eyes are on God but I feel his gaze burning into me. The Gothic Cathedral is made up of huge rows of pillars, forming pointed arches that hold up the church. Our group moves further up into Gubbio, cobblestones digging into our already sore feet. Danela leads us to a fountain and starts to tell us about it's crazy history. The crossbow museum holds my attention, there's a display of empty archer gear and a worn wooden crossbow. I walk away with my companions, disappointed that the museum wasn't on the tour.