Lebanon Valley College Study Abroad

Halfway Point. Dio mio!

O. Dio. Mio. It’s so hard to believe that my study abroad experience is already half way over. So much has happened in the past month – but there’s still so much that I have planned for my remaining time here.

Over the past month, my grandma visited me for a weekend, I traveled to Siena and Assisi for class trips, and I have gone to Firenze (Florence) on three separate occasions. I also have learned SO much about Italian culture – between my Contemporary Italy class and my History and Culture of Food in Italy class and my intensive intermediate Italian language class, I’m adapting much quicker to the Italian way of life.


Enjoying a cappuccino while learning about the importance of caffè in Italian culture in my Italian language corso.


Wine tasting for my Food Studies course. Featuring the great Simon Young front and center.


Most importantly, I now feel that my level of independence has completely soared above and beyond what I thought I was capable of. I suppose that being in another country, especially one that doesn’t really speak English, does that to you. While the transition was difficult at first, with frequent bouts of homesickness, I now find myself becoming sad when I think about leaving – and I still have like seven weeks left! If you want to experience a place that is completely different from America, Italy is definitely the place to do it. Italy, while admiring America, does not allow for a lot of outside influence in their modern day culture (this is both good and bad, but that’s another story).

I love Italian culture. I love ‘la pausa,’ the time of day between 1 and 4 pm where the shops close up so that people can go home and have lunch with their families and rest before continuing their work days. I love that people are fashion conscious here, they dress up for EVERYTHING – even if just going to the supermercato. Italians have a reputation to uphold, una bella figura, and they take it very seriously.

Also, EVERYBODY is always outside. Whether they are just strolling through the streets, or sitting in the piazzas, young and old people are constantly out and about, even late into the night. On the weekends, there are more people out at midnight than at 9 pm. That’s just how life works here. While you can have a drink outside (no open container laws here), people don’t get absolutely wasted here. Italians despise public drunkenness, so people don’t typically get too crazy at the pubs and out in the streets. It’s a much more pleasant experience – you can have fun without worrying about other people being too drunk.

Being here in another country, learning a new language and new culture, has given me so much more perspective about life. Life’s too short to allow yourself to be stuck in the same pattern day in and day out, particularly with work. In America, you are expected to get a job and start a family and buy and house and a car and whatever else right out of college. There’s so much more to life than that. While they don’t like to move out of their hometowns, Italians love to travel. They get a month’s worth of vacation days from their jobs, so they actually have time for travel. After being here and spending some time out of the States, I’m going to be rethinking my life plan – in other words, I’m not going to have a life plan. I’ve learned to take things day by day and enjoy myself. Yes, it is still important to be future-oriented with certain aspects of life and planning is significant, but before coming here I was CONSTANTLY planning for the future – to the point where I’d forget to actually live in the present. Truth is, things happen all the time to change plans – it’s just a matter of how you handle of it. When our train to Florence never showed up (and almost missing out on going to Croatia), I could have thrown a fit and let myself get overtly angry – but I didn’t. I understood there was nothing I could really do but try to figure out another way to get there. I stayed calm and it got me a lot farther as far as figuring everything out and keeping my sanity intact. The lessons I have learned here are going to last me a lifetime.

Now, midterms are over and it is time for Fall Break. My friend Hannah and I are heading to Ireland and Scotland for the next week and we are absolutely stoked. Don’t worry, you’ll hear all about it when I get back.

Until next time!

Ci vediamo,



P.S. Here are a few extra pictures from the past few weeks:


Grape Crushing with Pinocchio!


Il Duomo di Firenze. We climbed 414 steps to get this view.


And this was the early morning view of Firenze from the top of the Duomo – 463 steps at 8:30 in the morning? Definitely worth it.


The view of Firenze from Piazzale Michaelangiolo with Emily and Mary.


Ponte Vecchio.


Un Viaggio in Croazia

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of spending my time in Croatia. I must say, it is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen – and I almost missed it.

Let me explain – on Thursday, a small group of us heading to Croatia were to catch the 5:45 pm train from Perugia to arrive in Florence at 7:45 pm. We were going to Croatia through Bus2Alps, which is a travel company geared toward study abroad students (makes traveling a lot easier since everything is pretty much planned). We were supposed to be in Florence by 9 pm.

Well, 5:55 pm rolls around, and the train is still not there. Not very surprising – Italian trains are notorious for being ritardo (late). However, 5 minutes after that, the sign for the train changed to show us that the train would be 40 MINUTES LATE (good thing I had my book). We did not panic – we would still arrive in Florence by 8:30 pm, plenty of time, right? Well, at around 6:15, the sign changed again – this time it was left blank. Now panic was starting to set in. One of my fellow travelers went inside the train station to find out what was going on. When she came back out, she informed us that the train was not coming. The next train was going to come at 7:45, which would mean we would be 45 minutes late for the trip. We called our trip leader right away to inform her what was going on, to which she replied that she could not guarantee that they would wait for us, but that we should still wait for the next train. Great.

By 7, some of us were pretty hungry. There is a large supermarket across from the train station, so half of the group decided to go over to grab food. When my friend asked me if I wanted to come, I jokingly said, “Yeah right! Knowing my luck the train will come while I’d be gone.”

I really wished I hadn’t said that.

Sure enough, while they were at the supermarket, the original train (that was supposed to have arrived at 5:45 mind you) decided to show up at 7:15 with no notice. I couldn’t even believe it. I watched helplessly as the train approached – I couldn’t leave my friend behind, so I stayed back to wait for the 7:45 train while the rest of the group went on that train.

Once Emily came back, we could do nothing but wait for the next train, hope it would be on time, and hope that the bus would wait for us in Florence.

Luckily, they did :)

Once we FINALLY arrived in Florence at 9:50 pm, we sprinted to the huge, double decker coach bus that we were thankful was even there – and then endured an overnight 12 hour drive that was somewhat uncomfortable, but had an incredible scenic view of the mountains the next morning.


A quick snapshot I was able to get when we were almost in Split. These aren’t even the best cliffs. At one point we were directly within them – so you had to look straight up. It was incredible.

By 10 am Friday, we were finally in Split, Croatia and checked into our hostel at the Diocletian Palace (an ancient palace built by the Roman emperor Diocletian, which is now the city center of Split). At 11:45, Emily and I left to catch a ferry for the Brăc “Island tour” (Bus2alps said it was a tour, but a huge group of students essentially just went to the island to swim in the Adriatic Sea and played on a bunch of inflatable obstacle courses, but I’m not complaining too much ;)) We were there for a couple hours before returning to Split in the evening in time for the Pub Crawl (I only lasted at the first bar – I was way too exhausted to be up until 2 am drinking with everybody).


The center square of Diocletian’s Palace – aka the major tourist/hangout spot of the city.



View of the Adriatic Sea from Brăc Island

The next day, we awoke to pouring rain. While this meant that the Sea Kayaking trip was cancelled, Emily and I made the most of it and embarked on a shopping trip through the stores and the markets with our umbrellas. It cleared up later that evening so we were able to venture around and take some great pictures. For dinner, we went over to Trogir (about 30 minutes outside of Split) where we dined on prawns, mussels, clams, and cuttlefish black risotto (don’t knock it until you try it, it was delicious).


The bell tower of the Cathedral of Saint Domnius


The view from the top of the bell tower of Saint Domnius Cathedral


In this spot a week earlier, they filmed a dungeon scene for Game of Thrones season five.


Black risotto on the left, ‘Sea Fantasy’ (Prawns, fish, mussles, and clams) on the right


On Sunday, the final day of our time in Croatia, we left early in the morning and headed to Krka National Park. We only got to spend 2 hours there, but it was definitely my favorite part of the trip. It was so unbelievably beautiful – I could have spent the whole day there admiring the waterfalls and the forest. I had to have taken 100 pictures in Krka alone.


The main waterfall of Krka National Park – outrageously beautiful


While the 12 hour drive back from Croatia felt longer than the first (simply because I was awake the whole trip this time – thank goodness, once again, for books), it was thankfully uneventful and we arrived back in Perugia without trouble.

Croatia was absolutely spectacular – I would go back again in a heart beat. So those of you who are thinking of traveling abroad, I would definitely try to go there if it is in your budget!

Hope you enjoyed this post!

Prima di prossima volta!


La Prima Settimana

Ciao a tutti!

Wow! What a week – hands down the most hectic week of my life! After an uneventful flight in Rome (thank god, since this was my first time ever flying) and a somewhat short bus ride (I slept the whole time, so it felt pretty fast), we arrived at Hotel Giò in Perugia for our first night. That evening was a bit of a blur, considering I had gone almost 24 hours without proper sleep. The next day we moved into our apartments and I met my four roommates – Rachel, Katie (from Alaska), Katie (from Michigan), and Melissa.

I could continue to drone on and on about what I did every single day of the week, but instead I am going to give you a list of the top 10 things I have learned in this first week (for those thinking about traveling abroad in Perugia, take note):

1. Packing lightly is the best option. I did this and am so thankful for it. Some girls got stuck lugging two 50 pound checked suitcases and 2 carry-on bags up 3 flights of stairs (due to no elevator).

2. Getting lost becomes a part of life in a new country. My roommates and I couldn’t even find the school the first day – turned out it was tucked away in a small square behind the Cathedral in Piazza IV Novembre (the main square). I’ve learned to role with the punches and not panic about it.

3. Everybody goes out on the weekend, particularly Saturday night. I MEAN EVERYBODY. Young and old – Italians only eat dinner at around 9:30 pm, and then after that everybody walks around and chats with one another. I’ve gotten used to seeing kids asleep in strollers at 1 am while the parents are out and about.

4. There is no such thing as bad food here. Particularly pizza. Even if you don’t know what the menu says, just order it and eat it.

5. It’s extremely difficult to acquire bad wine here. Even the cheap bottom shelf stuff (around 3 euros) is delicious.

6. Don’t get in the habit of thinking of euros as the same as US dollars. It is extremely easy to do.

7. Getting homesick is normal. The important thing is that you admit that you are homesick and feel free to talk about it with one of the new people you meet. This is actually quite difficult to do because you are so used to confiding in your friends and back home. Unfortunately, they are not with you and may not understand how you truly feel. Don’t be afraid to talk to others in the program. I was surprised to find that, after confiding with another girl in the program, I was not alone in how I felt.

8. Learn to love walking everywhere. ESPECIALLY in Perugia. Some of the steep roads (particularly Via dei Priori), make third floor Humanities look like a walk in the park. Despite steep roads or steps to go down or climb up, there is something about walking everywhere that is so calming. I try to go for a walk (separate from the walking that I have to do) at least once a day with my roommates or new friends and we purposely get lost. We are constantly finding new things.

9. Okay, this next tidbit is something I’m still getting used to – the men here are much more aggressive about their catcalling than at home. As Americans, we stick out like sore thumbs – there is really no hiding it. Young Italian women are very unfriendly, so men turn to American women, who tend to be much nicer. And as the Chief Police Inspector of Florence said in our orientation, “Everybody thinks that soccer is the national sport of Italy. For men, women are their national sport.” Being a brunette, I luckily have not run into as many problems as some of the blondes I know. The best thing you can do to avoid confrontation is to just totally ignore them. Don’t look at them. Don’t smile. Don’t acknowledge their presence. They will not persist if you do this. It is extremely important NOT to react. This just antagonizes them.

10. And last, but certainly far from least – DO NOT expect people to know English. Period. In touristy areas like Florence or Rome, you may find more people that do. But everywhere else, there are actually few that speak our language. They know you are American, they know you speak English, but that does not matter. We are in their country and they expect us to learn their language (much like people in America expect foreigners to speak English). The important thing is to try to speak Italian. They are quite patient with you as long as you try. It’s amazing how far you can get with some broken Italian and hand gestures.

There is so much more I would love to talk about, particularly with differences in Italian culture compared to American culture – maybe I’ll save that for next time. But for now, I must head to class.

A presto,


P.S. Pictures to come next post!

Buenos Días!

August 28, 2014

Hola from Valladolid!

This week has been packed full of change and excitement for the six of us as we settled into our new homes for the next (almost) four months. We arrived on Sunday morning in Madrid after an overnight flight and we brought a bus to the wonderful city that is now our home: Valladolid. Our respective host families were waiting for us in the bus station and as we arrived, we were assigned our home-stays and then we went our respective ways. Sunday was a day to unpack, eat our first Spanish meal, nap, and eventually tour the city. And what a city it is! After spending the afternoon in our new homes, we met with Alberto, our guide for the day, at 10 pm to get ourselves oriented with the city.

Monday brought our first experience with our school. We did not have formal classes, but we received some materials and we were given a run-down of how it functions. Tuesday was the actual first day of classes and the first day of having homework. Wednesday and Thursday followed suit. Class and work need to get accomplished, but there is also plenty of time to explore and discover the city. We have had beautiful weather here: mid to low 90’s as a high but lows dipping down in the 50’s at times. Thus, the mornings are nice and cool, and so are the nights, which allows for ample time to walk the streets. Where we are staying is the historical center of the city. There are churches on practically every corner and museums are scattered in every direction.

As Thursday has passed, we are done with classes until Monday (perk of being in Spain). This weekend, some of the group is traveling to Santander to stay there for a few days and others are planning on hiking some trails near Valladolid. We are excited about our plans for the upcoming weekend and we are beginning to feel at home here in the city.

Hasta pronto!

On behalf of the students studying abroad in Spain,


Fine della Strada

Well, it’s the final countdown. This post was brought to you from the comfort of the cathedral steps as tomorrow morning, I will catch the most depressing bus ride of my life as I leave my beloved Perugia.

Today I finished packing and cleaning up the apartment. I also took several last walks down Corso Vannucci, each with a different person – Bri, Kristen, Annie – and each time I came back, I found more and more Umbra kids on the steps. I love that you can pretty much always come outside and find someone you know.

I also got my last hot chocolate (which is like a cup of melted chocolate, it’s so thick), and got my last cup of gelato from that place across from Umbra (bacio & fragola, if you’re curious). Annie and I sat in Piazza Italia for a while talking about the semester, and it took everything in me not to start crying because I’m going to miss it so much.Four months ago today, I texted my friend and told her that I thought I was going to die and that I was terrified of coming here. And now here I am, four months later, wishing I could text her to tell her about how I thought I was going to die of heartbreak, for I fell in love with this beautiful country, and that I didn’t want to come back.

But now, I’ve made a ton of new friends from all over the states that I hope to keep in touch with after we’ve all gone home. I’ve traveled to ≈25 different cities in 3 countries. I’ve tried foods like ox tongue and snails, and even had a “waiter’s choice” meal because I couldn’t decide (I did give him 2 pick from, though). I’ve learned a new language, and indulged myself in a new culture, a new lifestyle – where no one is on time, water and bread at restaurants isn’t free, and stairs are abnormally sized and always in abundance.

I feel like coming abroad was very selfish. I did what I wanted to do, what would make me happy, spent way more money on souvenirs for myself than for everyone at home. But if given the chance, I would do it all again and I wouldn’t change a thing. And I suggest you do the same. Studying abroad is going to change you. The time you take here for yourself is just going to make you grow as a person, and you are going to learn so much more about yourself: who your are, who you want to be, and what you really want out of life.

So if you decide to make the same choice I did – to study abroad, whether that be in Italy, or Spain, or New Zealand, or even Philadelphia - take this advice:

  • Pack only what you think you need – then take half
  • If you don’t speak the language, try anyway, even if you butcher it. You’ll be surprised to find how kind and patient people will be just because you are making the attempt
  • Immerse yourself in culture, no matter how different
  • Open your heart and your eyes to new people, new places, and new things. Take chances. Be adventurous. Push your limits. & get out of your comfort zone.
  • Take advantage of every moment. I can’t stress this enough – when you feel like doing nothing, do something. You’ve been given this opportunity; don’t waste it.
  • Document everything – take pictures, keep a blog, whatever! I’ve got these blog posts to look back on, but I also took a lot of pictures this semester (ask anyone in the program!). I’ve taken about 10,000 pictures this semester, and I honestly wish I took more because I know when I get home, I am going to spend my summer flipping back through them all and remembering what a great experience this has been.

But before I left, I really wish I had known what an impact this place was going to have on me. I wish I’d known that this place was going to make itself my home. Tomorrow, my time here in Italy will come to an end, and I will be coming back to the states. Four short months ago, I was terrified of leaving home; today, I feel exactly the same way.

I’m glad to be coming home and seeing all my family and friends – but these people are my family and friends, too, and Italy is a chapter in my life I will always be able to return to. It’s been real. It’s been fun. It’s been real fun.

But honestly? It’s been something unpredictable, but in the end was right. I had the best time of my life. Ci vediamo, Perugia. Until we meet again.

Buona Pasqua delle Cinque Terre!

Easter morning: breakfast, the view from the hostel patio, & the chocolate bunny which contained a small orange egg with a karate-chopping egg man inside

While I was jealous that some of my friends were going to be sitting front row for Easter Mass at the Vatican, I was still excited to spend my Easter weekend in Cinque Terre. The Cinque Terre (or five lands)* is a set of villages in southern Italy that border the Tyrrhenian sea. You are supposed to be able to hike from town to town along various outlined paths, but that’s quite difficult when it’s pouring rain, which it ended up doing on the one day we allotted for hiking.

My first day there with my friends was spent exploring the northernmost village of the five lands, Monterosso al Mare, which turned out to be my favorite town. This was probably the touristiest village, as well as beachiest (since the name literally translates to “red mountain at the sea/beach”). But it was still nice to be back along the water again before the rain hit the next day.

Saturday morning, we caught a train to the southernmost village, Riomaggiore. Because it was kind of cold and rainy, my friends wanted to just sit in coffee shops from town to town. I figured that if I was going to be in these towns, I wasn’t going to let the rain get me down. So, that’s where we split. They went to find a café, and I, umbrella in hand, went wandering through the town. I started in the center and ended up at the train station eventually – but I can’t tell you how I got there. I remember the whole time thinking to myself, “If I don’t like this path, I can just turn around.” Honestly, I couldn’t have found my way back if I tried.

Once I got down to the train station, I caught the next locomotive to the next town up, Manarola. I wasn’t as daring with my exploration here as in Riomaggiore, where it had actually started raining harder as soon as I had started to feel most lost.  I did, however, happen to find what seemed to be an easy path to walk, and I could see Corniglia not too far off in the distance. But before I could decide to try to hike to it, I found a fence that permitted me from doing so., and it wasn’t long before I was on another train.

Corniglia was probably my least favorite of the towns, and this is why: When you arrive in Corniglia, you don’t arrive – like most towns – in the center. You arrive at the bottom. And the bottom is 365 steps below the center; so I was forced to either endure them or wait an hour at the train station for a bus. I wasn’t wasting time, and since I’ve become a stair-master over the past few months, I decided to suck it up, start climbing, and count the stairs in dates to make it more interesting. It wasn’t long before I reached “December 31st” and I’d found the top. Corniglia offered a nice view, but once I got up there, it still seemed like to get anywhere else in town, there were more steps involved. Needless to say, I didn’t do much exploring here.  365 steps is quite enough for me. Cue the next train.

My next town was called Vernazza, which easily became my second favorite town. I think this was due in part to the fact that it was here when the rain stopped and the sun started to come out. But it just seemed cute and quaint. There was a giant clock tower in the center of town, as well as Castello Doria, originally to protect the land from pirates, that tourists could climb. Climbing the fortress was a pain, not because of the amount of stairs, but because of the fact that there was only one set of them, and it was only wide enough for one person. At the top, since I had none of my friends with me, I asked a girl in a purple cowboy hat to take my picture for me, and so she did happily. Her name was Grace, and she was studying in Arezzo (a Tuscan town) from Boston University. I also ended up meeting her friends from North Carolina, Indiana, and California. (It was a very touristy weekend, and there was actually a lot of Americans out and about.) After that, I found a tunnel-like passage that led me to the shore of the beach, but of course, I had to catch my last train back to Monterosso to meet up with my friends for dinner.

Easter morning, as we sat on the terrace of our hostel in the mountains of a nearby town called Corvara, my friend pulled out bags of Easter candy for each of us because “it wouldn’t be Easter without a chocolate bunny!” We spent the rest of our day on the shore of Monterosso in the sun before jumping on yet another train (several actually) – but of course not before I went swimming for the last time.

Though all of our trains back to Perugia were delayed (and we ended up exploring Florence for two hours waiting for one of them), this would be the last time I was ever on a train in which I would be looking forward to coming home to my Perugia.

*Some of the signs there read “5 Terre” and I always read it as “Five Terre” instead of “Cinque Terre.” That hadn’t changed by the end of the trip. #englishspeaker #tourist

Laboratori Alimentari

What I loved most about Umbra was my History and Culture of Food in Italy course. My professor, Simon (we called all of our professors by their first names; it was very informal), really taught me a lot and the whole course was really interesting. One day, I came into class early and he teased me because while I sat there, my alarm on my phone went off, reminding me to be in class. This happened on a weekly basis. I was always early, and I never missed a class (though I had 3 excused absences if I wanted). This wasn’t just because my morals tell me not to skip a class I 1. don’t have to skip and 2. pay for, but also because I never wanted to miss it. It’s definitely one of my favorite classes, period; top 5 at least.

One of the things that made this class so special was the fact that Simon frequently offered food workshops, or food tastings. We tasted everything from eggplant (roasted, fried with bread crumbs, and fried with batter), polenta (two different fried forms), Sicilian cannoli (cannoli is actually the plural form in Italian), and wine. There was even a workshop where we tried to guess between organic and non-organic apples, bananas, carrots, cheese, and jam. My favorite was our last workshop. Simon bought 11 different kinds of chocolate for us to try:

  1. 100% Cacao (very bitter)
  2. Cacao bean
  3. A cheap form of gianduia
  4. A more expensive form of gianduia that tastes a little less hazel nutty than the cheap version; it’s called “vestri”
  5. Chocolate truffle with hazelnuts inside and a coffee powder on the outside
  6. Milk chocolate with jellied lemon inside
  7. Coffee-flavored milk chocolate
  8. Dark chocolate spiced with cinnamon; it has a very interesting grainy texture to it
  9. Simple white chocolate called “venchi”
  10. White chocolate with a colorful decoration on top and blueberry filling inside
  11. White chocolate made with spicy red pepper

But not only were we all on chocolate overload, he also brought in the fizziest water he could find (which I detested) to clean our palates, and he let us try miracle berries. Miracle berries aren’t actual berries; they’re pills that dissolve in your mouth and make your taste buds flip-flop. For example, Simon gave us each a small tablet, and after it dissolved in our mouthes, he offered oranges and lemons which then tasted like lemonade when bitten into. He also offered us shots of apple cider vinegar, and it tasted like just cider (you just have to make sure you don’t smell it or your brain is going to realize what’s going on and it’ll taste like vinegar again).

But because I was not in the Food Studies Program version of this class, there were a lot of workshops I missed out on – but that’s alright because they were often offered by Umbra for a small price. For example, I went to another wine tasting workshop, a coffee workshop (though I don’t drink coffee nor can I stand the smell of it – but I figured it was a big part of Italian culture, so why not), a pasta workshop (at which I got to mix the dough) and a pizza making workshop!

Food was a really big part of my time in Italy. I got to try a lot of really interesting things, like ox tongue and rabbit, and a lot of very simple things with just a new approach, like pizza and different kinds of pastas. And the Italian concept of a meal is very different. They eat at weird hours (like lunch is around 2 and dinner is at 10), their meals are different (minimal breakfast and pasta and meat aren’t usually in the same dish) – and the meals take forever!

But as the semester is slowly starting to wind down, I am at least appreciating the longer meals because they help to draw out what little bit of time I have left here.

Buon appetito.

Viaggio Opzionale, Parte Tre: Napoli

Our last day was spent as a trip to Naples. A tour guide talked to us on the bus as we came into the city (though most of us were half asleep). And as soon as we got stuck in traffic, I turned to Annie and said, “I think this is going to be my least favorite.”

I’m definitely not a city person because they usually stress me out – which surprised me when I fell in love with Perugia. But Perugia is a different kind of city – smaller, slower, quainter. Naples was a typical city.

Our tour guide showed us two buildings and a bakery, and then warned us about the smaller side streets and said we should really only stick to two main roads, both lined with shops none of us can afford to shop in.

So then, after wandering up and down these streets for a bit, my friends and I stopped to get a pizza because when you’re in the birthplace of pizza, you’re pretty much obligated to get one. But now – I’m extremely tired of pizza, so my family better not want it any time after I get home.

I went for a little walk after lunch with Katie as close as we could get to the water, but it wasn’t long before we had to get to the bus and head back to Perugia. Naples wasn’t my favorite place, but I think there would’ve been a lot more to do there if we’d had more time. For example, it takes 4 funicollares to get to the highest part of Naples.

We only got to see the ground floor.

Viaggio Opzionale, Parte Due: Capri (e Anacapri)

The second day of our trip consisted of the Umbra staff getting us to the island of Capri and then setting us loose. My friends and I hopped on the funicollare to take us up to the center of town (just like in Orvieto), and from there we split up into two groups – one went exploring down hill, and the other went up hill. I went up (because that meant that I could come down afterwards, and downhill is always the easy part). We passed a bunch of little souvenir shops and small restaurants trying to entice people to come in by displaying pictures outside of celebrities that had visited once before. We found a small church (of course) with a free book stand outside (which I would’ve have jumped for joy at if I were able to read Italian), and then we realized that upwards from there was residential, and so we headed down.

We ran into the first group in the center, and they directed us towards the sights to see on their path.  We descended away from the center and we passed a gelato stand that sold limoncello gelato. Since we seemed to be starring in James Tourists and the Giant Peach Lemon, we each got a cone – with three flavors. Each cone had limoncello as one flavor, but then I decided to also get cioccolato (chocolate) and fragola (strawberry). From here, we kept walking south and ended up at Parco Augusto, which we payed 1€ to enter and get our first really great view of the island we were spending our day on. My friends and I spent some time here taking pictures before we went to meet up with our friends at the center.

The 10 of us walked from the center down to the harbor, and from here we bought tickets for a boat tour around the island. It was so spectacular, and it was a great way to see parts of the island that either 1. weren’t accessible on foot or 2. required more time than we were allotted to access. It was also a really great way to relax: to just sit back, soak up the sun, and let the sea rock you away to paradise.

After the boat ride, we all split up again. Some people wanted to go shopping, some to sit on the beach, and as for me and two other friends – we wanted to go to the very top. Anacapri is like the equivalent of a “township” on the island. The three of us took a taxi up to the center of Anacapri, and from here, we caught a chairlift to the top of Mount Solaro, the highest point on the island.


Viaggio Opzionale, Parte Uno: Pompei e Sorrento

Every semester, Umbra offers (for a price) an optional trip for students to take part in to the south of Italy. For us, it was to Pompei, Capri, and Naples.

Our trip began bright and early Friday morning as we all hopped on a bus headed towards Pompei. My mom told me that my dad asked if people lived in Pompei, and I laughed because the answer is no. There’s nothing in Pompei thanks to Mount Vesuvius, and so once we had finished touring what was left of its ruins (and hearing various songs performed in the amphitheater there by other tour groups), we hopped back on our bus and headed to Sorrento, where we would be staying for the next two nights.

Around dinner, my friends and I decided to go exploring, and since we have been landlocked in Perugia, we all headed down to the shore to sit along the water; on the way, we ran into about 15 other Umbra kids with the same idea.

On our way back for dinner, we found a lemon tree grove across the street from our hotel. We walked down this long pathway through the trees only to stop at a single counter where a lady was giving away free samples of limoncellos in hopes that you’ll buy a bottle (or 5). Free limoncellos are a form of a compliment that restaurants often give to customers they enjoyed serving. However, in the southern part of Italy, it is simply a summertime drink as lemons grow very well in that region (so well, in fact, that some of them are the size of little soccer balls).

We eventually managed to make it back to our hotel for dinner and then to crash because we’d already had a very long day – and it was only the first of three.