First, my bag showed up the other day and I am rolling in the clothes. It was surprisingly easy to get along without. Not that I’m too upset now that I have them.
To quickly update everyone who might be remotely interested, and going in reverse order. The class spent two days in Florence this week. It’s only an hour away by bus. The first day was a trip to the Uffizi. Which, for those of you wondering, means “office” in Italian. I cannot count the number of lines that I waited in. One to get inside. One to get through the metal detector. One to check my bag. One to get to the part with the actual art work. One to move through some of the rooms with art in them. Five. Five lines. Seems that I can count.
Last week we traveled to Venice for the Bienalle. The U of O architecture class that has (or had) been over here for a month and a half came with us. There were so many of us that we got a chartered bus. My knees have never been so far into the seat in front of me.
On the way to Venice we stopped in Vincenza for two nights. I have now seen a good half of all the buildings Carlo Scarpa ever designed. This is misleading. He only designed like 12 things.
The rest of our time has been spent in Siena. Excepting one trip to the beach. Resulting in frosted flake like chunks of skin falling off my back for the last couple of days. We’re staying in an apartment just outside of Siena’s walls. It’s a walled city by the way. There are three of us in the apartment. It’s exactly what I would have thought a European apartment should look like. Look at this radiator...
It’s very European.
PS Blog world. For those wondering (Caitlin) Yoko Ono is crazy because her piece at the Guggenheim was a tree in the sculpture garden. A nice tree. Unrelated, the blog entries with this “(-entry-)” at the top, or as part of another post, are my required ones for school. Not to say they aren’t worth skimming over.
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