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December 11, 2008

Che?

Italian is full of linguistic traps. For example, there is the word pene and then there is penne. Pene means penis. Penne is the pasta. So it’s quite possible that, at some point here, I’ve ordered Pene Arrabiata, which translates to, “I’ll have the angry penis.”

There are so many grammar rules and tenses and everything is masculine or feminine—sometimes both (certain words like to swap genders when the mood strikes). Some things you write, but never say; other things you say but never write. One word can mean ten different things.

Also, the spelling/meaning/pronunciation of a word depends on its tense. But then Italians break their rules all the time and use something like this as an excuse, “We say it this way instead because it sounds more musical.” Ah, I see. Esser andata is much more musical than essere andata. Glad I have that non-rule down. Grrr.

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December 10, 2008

Catacombs of San Callisto

Well, I finally have an Italian friend, which is good for a number of reasons, including her invitation to visit her parents’ place in Calabria this summer.

Caterina and I have only hung out a few times, but she’s helped my Italian a lot. Last weekend, she, her brother, my friend Kelly and I visited the Catacombs of San Callisto on the periphery of Rome. About 500,000 people are buried in this multi-layered labyrinth. The oldest graves are on the top level and they get progressively “newer” the deeper you go. There’s still a lot of art at the lower levels, but the barbarians destroyed a lot of what is now accessible to the public.

The catacombs, there were a few dozen, were the sole burying place for Christians until the 300s (A.D.), when Constantine became the first Christian emperor and allowed Christian burials to take place within Rome’s walls (the Roman’s cremated their dead). People continued to be buried in the catacombs until the barbarians invaded them a few hundred years later because they were considered sacred, and the early Christians martyrs. In total, the catacomb tunnels stretch about 375 miles.

There’s a myth that the early Christians hid out in the catacombs to escape persecution, but our guide said there’s no evidence of this. The Romans knew of the catacombs but didn’t go to them because they respected the burial places of other religions (They might’ve killed you if they found out you were Christian, but at least you could rest in peace).

At the Catacombs of San Callisto, I learned where the Jesus fish comes from. The first letters of “Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior,” spell fish in Greek, the official language of the church until 400, according to my guide (although my teacher disputes this).

After our catacombs visit, I had lunch with Caterina and her brother and sister, who cooked up a meal da Calabria ed era molto buono e divertente a pranzare con loro. Mi mancherano già.

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December 9, 2008
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Museo Nazionale Romano

I believe most of the art I photographed at the Museo Nazionale Romano comes from the first century A.D. There are a few national museums here and this one, at Palazzo Massimo alle Terme, is said to be the best because of its collection of ancient art. 

Greek Discus Thrower

Aphrodite—looking more womanly than goddess-like here. Yay!

A sleeping hermaphrodite.

From a ship. Pretty ornate, no?

I loved the mosaics. Check out the different colors used to add depth to the birds and fish and food. The pieces are so tiny.

This intricate design made me dizzy.

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December 6, 2008

Sham Wedding

A gay Turkish man proposed to me at Julia’s going away party, strictly for passport reasons, of course. Then that same night I witnessed him proposing to another girl. Screw you then! Our pretend engagement is off! Yours is not my first fake marriage proposal and thanks to your stunt it will not be my last.

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December 4, 2008

Sun

The sun is finally shining again so I’m skipping conversation class to walk around outside. For weeks, we had nothing but rain and I’d show up to class so soaked I had to bring extra socks to change into. OK, I did that once and all the other times I forgot, but it’s been seriously wet here, with storms so severe I thought our windows would smash in. Venice is under water.
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December 2, 2008

Villa d’Este

A lot of the marble from Villa Adriana ended up at Villa d’Este, the other place my friends and I visited in Tivoli. In the 1500s, Cardinal d’Este transformed a convent into an elaborate palace for himself. Today the hundreds of fountains in the garden still operate without man-made help—gravity and good old-fashioned engineering (very old!) keep them flowing.

A fountain in the garden. The Romans were always such fantastic eco-friendly engineers. I hope more of their designs become fashionable again.

Random house that I love next to the garden.

Shot from garden.

Statue in Tivoli.

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December 1, 2008

Villa Adriana

Some friends and I recently visited Tivoli, a town just outside Rome, to tour Villa Adriana, the summer retreat of Emperor Hadrian, who ruled from 117 to 138 A.D.

Hadrian (Latin name Publius Aelius Hadrianus) was obsessed with all things Greek and studied Greek literature, culture, philosophers, etc. He was the first emperor to wear a beard (a Greek fashion) and filled his summer residence, where he escaped the heat and overcrowding of Rome, with libraries and theatres and art. He, like other Romans, followed the Greek belief that one needs a healthy body as well as a healthy mind. His retreat included a giant, porticoed courtyard, a copy of a structure in Athens, with columns that surrounded a pool. There, people strolled to digest their food and discuss what they’d read in the library.

Hadrian believed in strengthening a society from within rather than conquering other lands. For this reason, his reign was relatively peaceful and he improved the infrastructure of many areas of the Roman Empire. A peaceful, intellectual emperor? Why aren’t all Italians (who call Hadrian ‘Adriana,’ by the way) naming their children after this guy? Perhaps its because he took Greek culture a little too far.

On my tour, I learned that Hadrian, who was married, had a lover. Nothing unusual, I thought. But then our guide said the ‘lover,’ a misnomer, was an 11-year-old boy, at least when they first met. Hadrian was involved with Antinous until the boy was 19 or 20, when he mysteriously drowned in Egypt. Hadrian, distraught, deified Antinous and dedicated a temple to him at his summer home, in addition to naming an Egyptian city, Antinopolis, after him. 

The Maritime Theatre. Hadrian came here to work, think, create and mourn the loss of Antinous. The island in the middle surrounded by an artificial pool was only accessible by swing bridges.

Hadrian’s summer villa eventually fell into ruin after it was plundered by barbarians, the Church and others for its building materials. Some marble remains. Pieces this small survived because they weren’t big enough to be of use to people looting for construction purposes. Aesthetics weren’t important.

It took hundreds of slaves 16 or 17 years to construct Villa Adriana, a place the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) calls, “a masterpiece that uniquely brings together the highest expressions of the material cultures of the ancient Mediterranean world,” and inspired “the architects of the Renaissance and the Baroque period [and] profoundly influenced many 19th and 20th century architects and designers.” Today Villa Adriana is a UNESCO World Heritage site.

 

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November 27, 2008

Reason 101 to Love Italy

Six-packs of Prosecco! Please tell me where I can find these at home!

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November 25, 2008

Porta Portese Flea Market

Herbie, Connie and I at the Porta Portese Flea Market, held every Sunday in Rome. We didn’t see anything fantastic here, but I was able to buy a replacement pair of sunglasses. 

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November 24, 2008

Gross Story Alert

The other day in class we went around the room and talked about what we liked to eat in Italian restaurants. One guy said buffalo mozzarella and someone else told him that it was dangerous. Then our teacher chimed in and said maybe we didn’t want to know what the situation was, but of course we did.

I assumed my teacher was vegan (which gave her extra cool points in my book) because she’d said before that she never ate meat or dairy when she went out. Well, the reason she and a lot of Italians have stopped eating meat and cheese has to do with the continuous garbage strikes in Naples. A few months back, the mafia-controlled garbage industry refused again (this has been going on for more than a decade) to pick up the region’s trash, including toxic waste, so people started burning the trash and dumping illegally. This, of course, has severely polluted the environment and now high levels of dioxin have turned up in the cheese. How gross is that? You’re basically eating toxic garbage.

It seemed incredible to me that my classmate’s toxic buffalo cheese can be bought and sold without any warning on the packages. I asked my teacher why the government hasn’t stepped in and she said it all has to do with the mafia. At least the international community is finally getting involved. Japan slapped a ban on the cheese.

So do what the Italians do and seek out organic labels when buying buffalo mozzarella. Or stick to cow’s milk. Or try to purchase it from farming areas not doubling as poisonous landfills. 

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Grass is Always Greener

I’m pleased to announce that I’m no longer living in a whorehouse. Color me old fashioned, but that situation was a bit much. I’m now back at my old place and I LOVE it. Grass is always greener as they say.

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