Folks from our language school partner in Rome and the interesting food studies institute which teaches a Food and Culture course some semesters (though not every program uses the GustoLab course) were in town this week. They wanted to know when I was coming back to Rome. I said 2017 (very sweetly they said things like “no, no – WITHOUT students! Surely sooner than that?”). What’s been going around the department this week makes me wonder if it won’t be Spring of 2018 before I lead another program.
Well, in that case I will CERTAINLY be there on my own, senza gli studenti, before then!
I’m having that annual “Omigosh, that’s where I left it!” moment. It’s 55 degrees and overcast and I need to run downtown to drop off some dry cleaning and buy some coffee beans. I put on my leather jacket and THERE IT IS! A little box I bought in Rome that I figured I’d left in Rome, since it wasn’t in any of my suitcases.
A new home for the Roma soccer team. Lots of pictures.
I’m unimpressed. Bringing skyboxes to Italy? Not that the current Stadio Olimpico is a great building, easy to get to or get away from! I look forward to reading about cost overruns and work delays.
The interview mentions that there’s going to be a Roma Village – a 365 day shopping extravaganza! But it’s in the middle of nowhere . . . . Why do people believe in making Destination Stadiums?
The City of Rome rented out the Circus Maximus for a Rolling Stones concert for €8,000. Needless to say, there was trash. Luckily, the event organizers were responsible for that.
And it isn’t even a gift.
I’m a cheerful person . . . but leaving Rome always hurts.
I’m ready to be home (I’m such an American!), but I’ll miss the Tiber. And a lot more.
Thunderclap so strong it set off car alarms! So far the rain hasn’t followed.
Early this morning – I was starting my pot of tea – there was chanting in the street. I leaned out the window and shot this – a small protest march? Then about 10 minutes later they did it again. And then again.
When I got outside about an hour later, they were still doing it.
Ah – filming a protest march. That makes sense!
Incontro con la Scuola cattolica italiana
Piazza San Pietro
(from the Vatican site)
God help us – and I mean that quite unironically – they’re playing John Lennon’s “Imagine” right now. I hope we can blame it on their typical non-English speaker failure to comprehend the lyrics.
Wow – I certainly understand the long and grand tradition of re-valorizing love poetry as being addressed to Our Lord . . . but Slave to Love?
Sorry for the blog silence.
Things got very busy here…then very quiet…then I flew up to Germany (Essen, NRW – pics to follow).
Now I’m back for the last 10 days in Italy. At the moment I don’t want to ever come home, but that changes with the light – which today was amazing.
The last presenter wanted to visit Castel Sant’Angelo – so we finished with a great view of Rome!
Kim Giegerich, Katie Cornell, and Nic Stewart listen to Annabel Cryan describe the final scene of Tosca, when Tosca throws herself off the top of Castel Sant’Angelo. I’m glad Katie was there, because she gave the first of these presentations, and described the first act of the opera during her presentation at Sant’Andrea della Valle. Nice bookends – and a great place to finish the course.
My cooked contribution to Easter Dinner at my colleague’s apartment. I bought pre-cleaned artichokes at the market (still had to dig the chokes out myself). They’re stuffed with a mint/parsley/garlic mix and cooked (white wine and lemon in the water. Yum! I’ll be making these for the parents this summer, even if I have to clean the artichokes myself!
Here’s the recipe I used.
Quiet day in Rome (literally!).
I’m about to head out and buy some artichokes to cook for dinner tomorrow (my colleague Christine is making a leg of lamb!). Easter Vigil tonight – I haven’t decided between the extremely convenient Chiesa Nuova or a mild trek to Santa Prassede — we’ll see if it’s raining by the time I need to leave.
Prayers for Cate tonight as she enters the Church!
Borromini – San Carlo alle quattro fontane – dome. Teaching under this . . . life doesn’t get much better.
Tuesday I got to do one of the great comparison questions live. Borromini’s San Carlo alle quattro fontane and Bernini’s Sant’Andrea al Quirinale are a five minute walk apart. So we visited both of them. I prefer San Carlino, but there’s is lots that is great about Sant’Andrea – especially the broken pediment with St Andrew being carried up to heaven on a cloud. Still, the interlocking coffers in decreasing size as the eye runs up the dome at San Carlino? Magic.
That second opening close to the bottom of the photo – a little cupola designed to light the altar. One of Bernini’s habits – and quite a good one.
So I washed my new black sweater (thanks, Cate – I love it!) for the first time on Saturday. It had picked up some little spots of this and that across the semester. Our rendezvous Monday morning was at 9, and it was chilly enough for a sweater. I had cappuccino and a cornetto con ciocolato at a bar up on the Quirinale close to the rendezvous point. It wasn’t firm chocolate or creamy nutella – it was runny delicious chocolaty goodness which dribbled down my sweater front.
Alas – it’s in the wash again, and I’m sure it’s fading.