Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Wine or Gas

So the Accademia dell'Arte lived almost next door to one of the best places in the world: La Fattoria San Fabbiano. It was a winery and we spent a lot of time going to and fro. It was just so nice, being close at hand, we could walk there when it was nice, get our wine, and walk home, happy as could be with a big five liter jug of wine as our companion.
I remember being so confused the first time I went. It was myself, Kevin, Tyler, and our special guest David Jilg. hahaha!!!! David was there celebrating a break from his very difficult tours (*snicker*) of his sabbatical travels. It was really nice him being there! He chilled at the Accademia for a few days and would eat and relax with us. I remember he was there at the very beginning when very few of us knew any Italian and his little remembrance of the language was way more than what we knew. Every Wednesday would be Mange e Palare (Eat and Speak) when at dinner you could only communicate through Italian, which really became alot of fun later when we all got ok at it, but at first it was really hard and I spent most of the time asking David "Come se dice....this and Come se dice....that." It was really nice that he was there and while there he decided to consolidate luggage and left me a bunch of his toiletries and shirts and stuff, which was very very helpful (even though I soon donated most of his clothing to their costume closet!) haha.

David and me! (not in Italy though)


The wine getting experience was awesome though. What you do is take this huge five liter empty jug to them and they fill it with whatever wine you want, either an ok white table wine or an excellent chianti (we're in the middle of chianti country remember) and they would pump it up gasoline style full of wine. It was great. They even had the little spinners on the pump that ran numbers on "Litre" e "Euro" and you could watch as five liters were the equivalent of only 6 Euro!!!


WTF! THAT'S FREAKING AWESOME!





























Sunday, March 16, 2008

Italians Don't Celebrate Halloween

Why? I'm sure it has something to do with America's capitalistic economy and it's penchant for making a mockery of religion, but the U.S.'s pasttime of dressing up as ghouls, skeletons, and Hilary Clinton does not carry over its boarders. For example, and this we learned the hard way, is that Italians don't celebrate Halloween. Not one little bit. So maybe a few cosi Americani made their way to Italian vendors, but no, there's no door to door. No miniature Milky Ways or Granny Candies. Niente.

But did that stop a bunch of obnoxious American Theatre students who happened to be studying in Arezzo at the time? Absolutely freaking no way not! We partied hard and we encouraged all the on lookers at the bar that evening that this was how all American's behaved and a few of them even crossed to the dark side and painted mustaches on themselves for a feeble disguise!

In the true American fashion, we completely decked ourselves out. We had Dionysus, a knight, snake lady, date-rape victim, Borat, Captain Morgan, a beautiful masquerading lady, Bride of Frankenstein, and a P I M P!

We were awesome: