Connections
I know, I know....I am being a bad blogger who is in Italy and should be informing all of you on my workshop here. Alas I will in due time, there is just so much to tell. One story I have been wanting to write is just like the title of this blog, Connections.
I found out this week that Amanda Castleman, the freelance journalist who is teaching this workshop, is Italian-American and her family is from Puglia. Rewind to when I met my roomie Monica in Rome, she informs me her family is from Puglia. I got to meet them actually.
Rewind even further to 4 weeks ago, when I arrived and attended Alush's birthday party in the San Frediano area. Three girls stood out from the rest and became my companions that night, where were they from? Class altogether, PUGLIA!!
There is something about Puglia I must investigate. If I get to go to Puglia in anyway I will not say no. There is definitely a reason why it keeps popping up.
Connection numero 2:
I bought my train tickets for Roma about a week before I to leave and for each ticket I chose how I wanted my seat to face. I didn't actually pick a seat just if I wanted a window or an aisle, kind of like when choosing a seat on a plane. Both times my seat was 51 and it was facing in the direction the train was going. That has really never happened, especially on a Eurostar. Coincidence...I think not. I am feeling the momentum pull me in the direction of my dreams and desires. So why wouldn't I be facing the direction the train is heading??
My third and last connection came out in my writing assignment this week. This line of my writing says it all..
And there it is, the crisp green grass in the Circo Massimo makes my nostrils hint, “It’s spring, I swear”. The races begin when three Italian girls count ‘uno, due, tre’ and run with all there might to their mother.
I enjoyed doing this exercise because after we shared them, and people were able to critique you stream of consciousness and see where it lies. My thoughts layed out in front of all my fellow workshop takers, expressed to them was that I am wanting to stay here. I seem to come alive here and something is calling me back to the homeland of my Nana.
What a powerful thing to realize by people who have only known me for a few days??? But hey, like all my friends say, "You are screaming Italy!"
I will get back to the other lessons I learned as well, but because I do leave in a day....I am going to have an aperitivo with my best gal pal, Alush.
a presto amici
I found out this week that Amanda Castleman, the freelance journalist who is teaching this workshop, is Italian-American and her family is from Puglia. Rewind to when I met my roomie Monica in Rome, she informs me her family is from Puglia. I got to meet them actually.
Rewind even further to 4 weeks ago, when I arrived and attended Alush's birthday party in the San Frediano area. Three girls stood out from the rest and became my companions that night, where were they from? Class altogether, PUGLIA!! There is something about Puglia I must investigate. If I get to go to Puglia in anyway I will not say no. There is definitely a reason why it keeps popping up.
Connection numero 2:
I bought my train tickets for Roma about a week before I to leave and for each ticket I chose how I wanted my seat to face. I didn't actually pick a seat just if I wanted a window or an aisle, kind of like when choosing a seat on a plane. Both times my seat was 51 and it was facing in the direction the train was going. That has really never happened, especially on a Eurostar. Coincidence...I think not. I am feeling the momentum pull me in the direction of my dreams and desires. So why wouldn't I be facing the direction the train is heading??
My third and last connection came out in my writing assignment this week. This line of my writing says it all..
And there it is, the crisp green grass in the Circo Massimo makes my nostrils hint, “It’s spring, I swear”. The races begin when three Italian girls count ‘uno, due, tre’ and run with all there might to their mother.
and here with what they call a jumpstart(to jumpstart the writing itch):
Something I always wanted to do but have been too scared to is move and buy a house here in Italy. It is my love to stay here learn the language and become one with my ancestry. I enjoy to feel the eyes of the my great grandparents in my head pushing me to go forward. In my dreams even my Boppa is constantly pushing me....
I enjoyed doing this exercise because after we shared them, and people were able to critique you stream of consciousness and see where it lies. My thoughts layed out in front of all my fellow workshop takers, expressed to them was that I am wanting to stay here. I seem to come alive here and something is calling me back to the homeland of my Nana.
What a powerful thing to realize by people who have only known me for a few days??? But hey, like all my friends say, "You are screaming Italy!"
I will get back to the other lessons I learned as well, but because I do leave in a day....I am going to have an aperitivo with my best gal pal, Alush.
a presto amici
Super post...funny that you should post about Puglia, because I am debating whether we should go there in November, only time we can go...To Ostuni, found a great place to stay...
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