Roma Life

I had the most delicious dinner ever last night in trastevere. I had a seafood pasta dish and a creme brulee that was fired right in front of me. At first I thought they expected me to fire it myself but the waitress eventually picked up the portable bunsen burner thing which was a relief.

I'm slowly getting more used to this roman lifestyle. It's hectic and completely mindblowing but I love it. Classes aren't tough subject matter wise but they're just very long and exhausting to keep up with. On tuesdays I've got a four hour walking tour and then lunch and then a one hour italian class and then to top it off, another four hour walking tour. By the time I'm finished with dinner I'm exhausted outta my mind... I can barely get my bullshit homework done because all I wanna do is sleep for the next 48 hours which isn't possible because the next day is the same deal. But the places we visit for our walking tour is completely worth it. I went to S. M. Maggiore the other day and it was the definition of interior architecture. Marble columnades, coffered ceilings with lotus flower detailings, 5th century frescoes, porphory floors and bronze baladacchinos... jesus christ indeed! The church itself is separately demarcated as the official terrioty of the Vatican city. Only the papacy can own something so decadent... dur

I love my art conservation professor. She's this tiny little woman who knows everything there is to know about art conservation. She works in the frescoe conservation studio in the vatican so we get special access to all these different sub-dept of art conservation because apparently its a huge deal. Everyone feels so special when the swiss gaurds in their colorful outfits greet us and let us pass because otherwise they'd shoot us if we dared to enter without permission. I also like her because she brings pocket coffee chocolates to class in case we need that extra boost which I so desperately need.

Last week my research seminar class took a trip to the priscilla catacombs. I love creepy morbid things like that so of course I had molto fun. Light was so scarce so we constantly had to time our visits into various niches and grouped tombs. The scariest part of the trip occured when this nun popped outta nowhere [the catacomb caretakers are nuns since the burial tombs are owned by a christian church]. She was upset at us for taking pictures in which our professor denied but he got caught red-handed because there were cameras planted everywhere haha cant blame the man for trying.

And then there's my ancient art professor: Gadeyenne aka THAT OLD MAN. This man is insane. On the first day this old man tried to scare everyone shitless by saying that the course will be difficult and backbreaking and that if one feels as though they aren't capable then you might as well stand in the back with your face down in the dirt with mortal shame. I absolutely loved it. He preaches art history like a fucking holy doctrine and teaches everyone to never take these things for granted. I bet the airheads and meatheads didn't see this one coming.

photos

whats my deal with pictures?
i've taken maybe three pictures since i've gotten here.
i guess when you're overtaken by beauty one forgets about taking a snapshot.
its okay, i've got hundreds of snapshots ingrained into my memory...