Strikes and protests greet us in the eternal city. We cannot take public transit from the airport to our apartment as there is a one day strike. We take a private shuttle. We settle in. We go to get groceries and stand in amazement observing the traffic chaos. The next morning we head out on a walking tour of the city and are stopped by a massive protest. Welcome to Rome!
During our time in Italy, we started to notice a strange subculture of everyday Italian life. When we went to buy things at supermarkets, we started to notice the large amount of plastic that was used. Continue reading
The last time I was in Florence I remember the swarms of pigeons, some suggestive statues, the leather market, the crusty bread that left your mouth raw, and my fear of being discovered after having dropped a stale end of bread over the balcony and then, two minutes later, peering over to see a riotous street scene below.
These are the memories of a ten year old and it makes me wonder what Eva will remember of our trip in years to come. I shouldn’t worry because she is often the one who makes the connections between what we are seeing today and what we saw a month ago. And there are a lot of recurring themes in art, architecture, history, and ice cream. Continue reading
Hi, Eva here. Today I saw how pasta is made in a factory from scratch.
Wars. Always pointless, never much different. After having visited memorials and sights from the First and Second World Wars, I have learned much about the differences, similarities, and what we, as a race have learned. The largest difference would be the consequences. Continue reading
The carnival masks are everywhere, from the street vendors to the stores. They are the enduring symbol of Venice, the playful city. Continue reading