Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

16 December, 2012

Memories of Tuscany

I am lucky that I had the chance to enjoy the beauties of Tuscany. I lived in Florence for a year (2006-2007), and during that time I visited Pisa, Chianciano, Fiesole, Arezzo, Tavarnelle in Val di Pesa, Prato, Lucca... and I fell in love with Siena.

I will start with Florence, since I lived there and it is the place I am most acquainted with. It is a beautiful city. A smelly, old, dirty, unfriendly, beautiful city. It lives from it's old glory, that is the numerous monuments, palaces, churches, squares, and streets, so that the new things being built are on the outskirts of the city, and are just plain, normal buildings. The main university has been transferred from the center to the periphery of the city, but with not much success since at night the part is known to be a gathering place for prostitutes. Ok, this was a fact at the time I used to live there, which is five years ago, so I hope it has changed during these last years. However, Florence is situated in a valley, so there are very few higher points to climb. My personal favorite was Piazzale Michelangelo. I adored that they organized concerts on that piazza, with the view of the whole city.


However, being in a valley, Florence in summer is hot. And not normal hot, but HOT hot! There is no breeze, just damp hot stinky air. I keep emphasizing stinky and smelly because the whole city is consisted of narrow streets, which during the night get peed on in large quantities, so during the day wherever you go you sense the smell of piss. That during summer is even more emphasized.


Besides Piazzale Michelangelo, my favorite place in Florence was Piazza Santa Croce. The large empty (only on occasions filled with bancarelle) piazza in front of the beautiful church has always given me a sense of serenity, which I can not explain. The church is very famous also because inside are the tombs of famous persons like Michelangelo, Galileo, Ugo Foscolo, Vittorio Alfieri etc. However, for me, the inside of the church was not something I enjoyed. In fact, I visited the church only once, also due to the fact that there is a ticket you have to pay to get inside.

The third place I thoroughly enjoyed was, of course, Piazza della Signoria, and especially the Loggia, where I used to sit for hours and just look at the people, or listen to the music the street artists would play, or laugh at the jokes the street clown would do to the passers-tourists. One time, me and my friend were lucky enough to meet an elderly Florentine man who told us hundreds of stories about the city. He took us to a private tour and showed us some of the hidden gems you don't usually get to see with the guided tours, or you don't notice by yourself. He showed us the hidden face of the artist on the back of one of the sculptures of the Loggia, the carved face in the wall of the Palazzo Vecchio, said to be made by Michelangelo himself while watching a public execution. He took us to see The Olive Tree of Peace planted at the place where a bomb exploded in '93 near the Uffizi Gallery, places with remains of the big flood (1966), etc.

Another place I often went with my friends was the terrace of La Rinascente, overlooking Piazza della Repubblica. Beside the fact that the coffee was exquisite, the view, especially when there was sun, was beautiful. Even though the coffee costs more than anywhere else, it is well worth it.

One obvious building that has to be mentioned when speaking about Florence is the Duomo (Santa Maria del Fiore) which is one of the biggest churches in the world (5th biggest in Italy, after 2 in Rome, Milan and Padova). It occupies the central place of the city, and its vastness is really breathtaking.

Another symbolic place not to be missed if you are one of thise tourists who roam a city looking for places from postcards is Ponte Vecchio. The "old bridge" (literal translation) was built to connect Palazzo Vecchio and Palazzo Pitti, which is on the other side of the river and together with the Boboli gardens is well worth a visit.

The other side of Arno is where young locals gather at night, mostly in Piazza Santo Spirito, but also everywhere around in the old narrow streets.

View of Florence with Ponte Vecchio from Piazzale Michelangelo
Florence is believed to be one of the cities with most art in the world, so it has tourists almost all of the year. While it is a good thing for the city, it is not such a good thing for the people who live there. It used to take me 40 minutes to get from the Duomo to my appartment (which was on Piazza Sant'Ambrogio), a distance I could pass in 20 minutes when the streets were empty. I think that it is the main reason why i Fiorentini are so unfriendly. They are literally the most unfriendly people I have ever met! And they are rarely to be found IN the city, because they go to places that aren't visited by tourists, bars and clubs that only they know. It happened more than once that someone was really rude if I asked something, like direction or the time. Oh, and they speak the most uncomprehending Italian in all of Italy! Words like Hoha-Hola (Coca-Cola) and Hasa (casa) remained a recurrent joke when speaking about Florence. I must say that all of this was a major throwback the first month I arrived in Florence. But, after a while I got used to it, and didn't really pay much attention.

Siena
While Florence is the most famous city in Tuscany, Siena was the true gem for me. It is a BEAUTIFUL city. Not crowded, more laid back, but with all the important historical sites and structures. I used to go there often just to get away from the crowds, relax on the main Piazza, walk around in the streets, go up to the Duomo, and just enjoy the views of the city. Naturally, Siena is also cheaper than Florence, which is another advantage.

Siena's main square
Another small city I thoroughly enjoyed visiting was Lucca. Its center is surrounded by a wall that was built to protect the city, and now it is a limit to the city center, where you can walk for hours and discover small streets, shops and cafés. As in all Italian cities, the main square has its big church, and the stairs where you can sit and relax.

Arezzo is also a town in Tuscany well worth visiting. It is the setting of the film La vita è bella by Roberto Benigni, and everywhere around the town there are signs that show which scene was shot there. If you are into poetry and have read Renaissance poets, you can visit the house where Petrarca was born in Arezzo.     

Chianciano (photo by Elisa Correa)
Finally, you can't say you really visited Tuscany if you haven't been in the smallest villages in the vast beautiful fields and hills, almost deserted and centuries old. Centuries old can also be said about some of the inhabitants you might encounter there.. I guess slow food and fresh air really do make a difference. 

15 August, 2012

How I remember (and love) London

Watching the Olympics and all the marathons through London, I was reminded of why I still think London is one of the best cities in the world. Even though 4 years have passed since I left London, the memories are still vivid in my mind.

The first thing that comes to my mind when thinking about my time spent in London are the long walks I would take from one part of the city to another. My own personal marathons. Walking for hours and hours, going from one neighborhood to another, noticing the differences and the similarities between them. I used to walk from Notting Hill, across Hyde Park, passing Oxford Street, going to Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square and Soho, finishing with a meal in Chinatown.
A view of Big Ben from Trafalgar Square
Or another route from Russel Square, all the way to Covent Garden, continuing to The Strand, then Trafalgar Square, Westminster, Westminster Bridge and then on the other side towards Tate Modern, one of my very favorite places in London. There were also long walks in Camden, Brick Lane, Chiswick, Hammersmith, Kensington... Sometimes alone, sometimes with my friends and sometimes with my then-boyfriend. Those beautiful days with plenty of sun... or the rainy days, with us under the umbrella. It was pure perfection.
Sometimes, the sunset would make everything even more perfect
By the second month I was there I had it all figured. The Saturdays were for Notting Hill and the Sundays for Brick Lane. I would eagerly wait for those weekends just to enjoy those wonderful markets! I have to admit I didn't buy much. I, being a well-known shopaholic, would be satisfied just by that atmosphere.
The colors of Notting Hill
Yes, London is expensive. Food is expensive, transport is pretty expensive, going out at night is ridiculously expensive, however the museums are free! Tate Modern, the British Museum, the National Gallery.. they are all free! Which is amazing!

Another thing that's amazing and free are the beautiful parks! My favorite was Regent's Park, however one should not miss St. James's Park, Hyde Park of course, and all the small gems throughout the city. I was really astonished of how they managed to have all those really well-maintained green spaces in every neighborhood.
St. James's Park
Another place I loved relaxing in (but not for free) were the pubs. I'd have a beer, mulled wine in winter, some snack or whatever. Alone, with a book, with a friend, or with a larger company. Sometimes I'd just have a conversation with a complete stranger, and it would all feel so familiar, so home-like.

Books are another thing I associate with London. I clearly remember people reading books everywhere. I admire their culture of reading and the variety of bookstores. I loved the small (and bigger) bookshops on Charing Cross with second-hand books hidden in the basement or in the attic looking older than the books themselves. (I hope they survived the economic crisis.)

In London, I loved going to the theater. Watching Kevin Spacey, Jeff Goldblum, Christian Slater, or singing along to the songs in the musicals was truly an extraordinary experience. So extraordinary that I could not afford it more often, since going to the theater costs a lot. However, I am happy with what I managed to see.

Finally, what I truly liked and could never forget about London was the politeness of the people. They always have some kind word, a smile, or an advice to offer you, even if you are not looking for it. I was stunned by people offering me help by themselves the first days when I was struggling with my map. Later I felt such pride when I was the one that could offer help to tourists!
Oh, I am so going to London again soon! :)     

29 April, 2012

Le piccole cose

I found this lovely poem by Stefano Benni in one folder with papers from university. 
The small things (of you that I love)

1. Le piccole cose
che amo di te
quel tuo sorriso
un po' lontano
il gesto lento della mano
con cui mi carezzi i capelli
e dici: vorrei
averli anch'io così belli
e io dico: caro
sei un po' matto
e a letto svegliarsi
col tuo respiro vicino
e sul comodino
il giornale della sera
la tua caffettiera
che canta, in cucina
l'odore di pipa
che fumi la mattina
il tuo profumo
un po' blasé
il tuo buffo gilet
le piccole cose
che amo di te

2. Quel tuo sorriso
strano
il gesto continuo della mano
con cui mi tocchi i capelli
e ripeti: vorrei
averli anch'io così belli
e io dico: caro
me l'hai già detto
e a letto
stare sveglia
sentendo il tuo respiro
un po' affannato
e sul comodino
il bicarbonato
la tua caffettiera
che sibila in cucina
l'odore di pipa
anche la mattina
il tuo profumo
un po' demodè
le piccole cose
che amo 
di te

3. Quel tuo sorriso
beota
la mania idiota
di tirarmi i capelli
e dici: vorrei
averli anch'io così belli
e ti dico: cretino
comprati un parrucchino!
e a letto stare sveglia
a sentirti russare
e sul comodino
un tuo calzino
e la tua caffettiera 
che è esplosa
finalmente, in cucina!
la pipa che impesta
fin dalla mattina
il tuo profumo
di scimpanzé
quell'orrendo gilet
le piccole cose
che amo
di te.  

01 March, 2012

Water Serpent


Someone once told me that I looked like the girl in this painting while asleep.

It is still the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever told me.

I used to love that person.

I am now sure I fell in love with his words.

Now and then I still miss those words.

29 January, 2012

Like Crazy


I watched Like Crazy yesterday before I went to sleep. I thought it would just be another chick-flick and I would fall asleep in the middle of the film. Oh, how wrong was I!

It was one of those real-and-depressing movies that would just make you wonder about your life, relationships, and attitudes.

In short, it's a story about an American boy and an English girl that fall in love at university in LA. She violates her visa permit and once in England she isn't allowed to go back to America. So they must figure (or not) out what they would do to keep their love alive.


And that's where the trouble begins. They were happy together, they had some unforgettable memories, but are they real? First she was a student abroad, then he came to visit her on vacation in England.. and rightfully said he didn't feel a part of her life, like he was on vacation.

The question being tackled here is whether this kind of relationships can really work in the "real" everyday life. Surely, one can't be the same while on vacation and at home, having everyday problems, errands, and troubles. One can not be carefree all the time. That's what really screws us up. We live in those happy careless memories once lived with a person we cared about, we obsess with them expecting them to happen again, while remaining ignorant to the fact that people change, and that it would never be like that again. While living and reliving those moments in our head we neglect the persons that are by our side, just for the fact that they will never be that perfect as the person in our head. And everything IS more beautiful in our head.

The ending is always the most difficult part in this kind of movies. The director chose to leave this one open. We see just a hint of what might happen, but then we are left to make our own ending. Optimists would say that they'll stay together, they will overcome all the problems, see a professional help if needed (I read that in one forum, would have never came to my mind) etc. The pessimists (like me) would say that they grew apart, that once the idea of actually being together has become reality, they figured they grew apart, they were different persons now, that too much has happened in between for them to be careless and happy as they once were, etc.

It's really depressing, but then again, it's reality. Real love and passion rarely endures all life. Or maybe I'm just a pessimist..

I read this great interview with the director. It explains a lot of the natural feeling of the movie.

20 October, 2009

(500) Days of Summer

I am not a fan of romantic comedies. Usually, I put the film on my computer, I watch it and then immediately delete it. It was not the case with (500) Days of Summer. I liked this movie with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Dechanel. Not in a wow-what-a-great-movie way, but I just thought the manner in which love and relationships were presented were interesting and very close to reality. The notion that it's not a typical romantic comedy is being repeated many times, and although it doesn't succeed to avoid some cliches, it is still refreshing and touchingly narrated story.

My favorite scene of the movie is the representation of how the boy feels after he gets the girl he liked for some time. It's a little bit cheesy, but haven't we all felt like running around and dancing when we've realized we are happy in love?



What i also liked is the retro feel of the whole film. Both Zooey Dechanel's and Joseph Gordon-Levitt's clothes are super-cute.