Well. That's a wrap people.
I may or may not be writing this through rivers of tears.
My last week here in my fairy tale town has been nothing short of amazing. I remember the first day of arriving and knowing absolutely nothing and the steep 45 degree angled streets. The hot weather was miserable but worth everything that I went through. The past week here, it seems almost the opposite. It's been colder, and the fog has been so thick it was like a being In a white abyss of a dream.
But it's time to wake up.
Just a week ago i was still in school. Monday was my last studio class, and I finished everything in record time for myself. Tuesday was my last photography class where I finally got to see my last roll of film come to life.
Wednesday was beautiful. The weather was clear, the sun was bright, and we walked to a vineyard that was in our town called La Pievuccia. We walked through the steps of how wine was made and how the family in charge is making a step towards organic farming and wine making. I wish I could share photos but I have been so in the moment of my own adventure this past week. I have all the memories tucked away to myself. I can share that I did successfully register for classes that day. And I am so ready to be back to start classes that can help me grow as a designer.
Thursday was the last day of printmaking where I made another small book. I know that's super irrelevant but hey it's a day by day commentary. And Rick. Good ole Rick. Rick was our professor over the past semester and he has been so amazing to learn from and help teach each artist on his/her journey everyday. We have been sketching and traveling almost everyday. It's been absolutely amazing.
And Friday was the last time I saw Florence. For now. I'm going to miss just hopping on a train and passing by the Duomo. I'll even miss ignoring the gypsies while clinging to my purse. Can't I just bring everything with me? David, the Ufizi, Medici palace. A bit of everything would be nice. So much of everything started in that town and now I have to leave it. Leonardo, Michelangelo and Bottecilli. I'd love to have their magnificent talent.
There is so much I'll miss.
And my talking toilet. I know that sounds really weird but occasionally I'll be doing my own thing or having a conversation and blub blub blub the toilet agrees. At first I thought It was Mother Susan, but I think she left us for another room. I will admit that several times I do shine a flashlight at night to double check that I am alone. Guilty completely.
But Saturday and Sunday were beautiful. I was #blessed to be a part of the 25th anniversary of the Santa Chiara study center in Italy. A stunning piano show was put on for the town and followed with an absolutely amazing dinner. Sunday consisted of my art being displayed for the town. I'm so proud of all the work I did over this past semester. Despite the awful wifi and lack of technology, I was really impressed how much traditional art made my technical art grow.
I don't have much sass or sarcasm for any of this anymore. My heart is heavy knowing that I'll be leaving this place in less than 24 hours.
So I spent my last time doing an elephant walk around Castiglion Fiorentino. You know that feel in that everyone got when they saw/read the last fifteen minutes of Harry Potter. I HAVE ALL THOSE FEELS RIGHT NOW. I'm sitting on a brick wall that over looks the entire town, thinking to myself how beautiful this entire place is. I know I had my ups and downs with these awful hills and language barriers, but I can't stop the sentimental and nostalgic tears from flowing.
I got everything I ever dreamed of on this trip. New friends. New cities. New countries. Everything was a new adventure and new experience.
I'm sorry for the sappy words and serious thoughts. This blog is not just for y'all. It's for me. It's for me to reread and laugh and cry just as I am doing now on this little wall on my town. I better get off before I humpy dumpy all the way town.
Also, I would like to add since I left the wall I have cried twice, knitted another headband, had lunch with my proffessor ad my last dinner, and had my last Chianti.
I'll see you soon America. I have a 24 hour journey ahead of me.
Until next time Italy.
Arreviderci
Sincerely yours,
Sadie
Well. That's a wrap people.
I may or may not be writing this through rivers of tears.
My last week here in my fairy tale town has been nothing short of amazing. I remember the first day of arriving and knowing absolutely nothing and the steep 45 degree angled streets. The hot weather was miserable but worth everything that I went through. The past week here, it seems almost the opposite. It's been colder, and the fog has been so thick it was like a being In a white abyss of a dream.
But it's time to wake up.
Just a week ago i was still in school. Monday was my last studio class, and I finished everything in record time for myself. Tuesday was my last photography class where I finally got to see my last roll of film come to life.
Wednesday was beautiful. The weather was clear, the sun was bright, and we walked to a vineyard that was in our town called La Pievuccia. We walked through the steps of how wine was made and how the family in charge is making a step towards organic farming and wine making. I wish I could share photos but I have been so in the moment of my own adventure this past week. I have all the memories tucked away to myself. I can share that I did successfully register for classes that day. And I am so ready to be back to start classes that can help me grow as a designer.
Thursday was the last day of printmaking where I made another small book. I know that's super irrelevant but hey it's a day by day commentary. And Rick. Good ole Rick. Rick was our professor over the past semester and he has been so amazing to learn from and help teach each artist on his/her journey everyday. We have been sketching and traveling almost everyday. It's been absolutely amazing.
And Friday was the last time I saw Florence. For now. I'm going to miss just hopping on a train and passing by the Duomo. I'll even miss ignoring the gypsies while clinging to my purse. Can't I just bring everything with me? David, the Ufizi, Medici palace. A bit of everything would be nice. So much of everything started in that town and now I have to leave it. Leonardo, Michelangelo and Bottecilli. I'd love to have their magnificent talent.
There is so much I'll miss.
And my talking toilet. I know that sounds really weird but occasionally I'll be doing my own thing or having a conversation and blub blub blub the toilet agrees. At first I thought It was Mother Susan, but I think she left us for another room. I will admit that several times I do shine a flashlight at night to double check that I am alone. Guilty completely.
But Saturday and Sunday were beautiful. I was #blessed to be a part of the 25th anniversary of the Santa Chiara study center in Italy. A stunning piano show was put on for the town and followed with an absolutely amazing dinner. Sunday consisted of my art being displayed for the town. I'm so proud of all the work I did over this past semester. Despite the awful wifi and lack of technology, I was really impressed how much traditional art made my technical art grow.
I don't have much sass or sarcasm for any of this anymore. My heart is heavy knowing that I'll be leaving this place in less than 24 hours.
So I spent my last time doing an elephant walk around Castiglion Fiorentino. You know that feel in that everyone got when they saw/read the last fifteen minutes of Harry Potter. I HAVE ALL THOSE FEELS RIGHT NOW. I'm sitting on a brick wall that over looks the entire town, thinking to myself how beautiful this entire place is. I know I had my ups and downs with these awful hills and language barriers, but I can't stop the sentimental and nostalgic tears from flowing.
I got everything I ever dreamed of on this trip. New friends. New cities. New countries. Everything was a new adventure and new experience.
I'm sorry for the sappy words and serious thoughts. This blog is not just for y'all. It's for me. It's for me to reread and laugh and cry just as I am doing now on this little wall on my town. I better get off before I humpy dumpy all the way town.
Also, I would like to add since I left the wall I have cried twice, knitted another headband, had lunch with my proffessor ad my last dinner, and had my last Chianti.
I'll see you soon America. I have a 24 hour journey ahead of me.
Until next time Italy.
Arreviderci
Sincerely yours,
Sadie