Dec
10
Despite my best efforts, the thing most on my mind lately has been this concept—home.
I say “despite my best efforts” because the last thing I want to be doing in my final ten days in Italy is thinking about leaving it. But in my studies and in my travels I keep coming back to this idea—home. I consider and I wonder (like the over-analytic freak that I am)…what is home? What does that mean to me anymore? I call myself a global student; I call the world my classroom. But am I a global citizen? Is the whole world also my home? I can’t seem to escape the question.
It doesn’t help that I have six songs on my iPod all dealing with “home” (three of which are literally titled “Home.” I don’t have any other repeats that dramatic—maybe this concept has been more important to me in the past than I knew?).
To share these thoughts with you (and of course give some updates on my time in Italy as it comes to a close) I am going to make a series of blog posts, starting now and ending when I fly back to the States, about this idea of home. And I’m going to share some of these songs. Hope you enjoy!
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**Gabrielle Aplin- Home** – this is my most recently-dicsovered (and favorite) “Home” song that I have. My friend Ashley shared it with me a few weeks ago, and it’s quickly become the theme song of my semester.
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We learned in Immigration Class that the Italians in the days of their mass emigration (1800s, mostly) had a sort of catch phrase with which they consoled themselves – tutto il mondo e’ un paese. Or “all the world is a home town.” Through the generations they had learned that they could bring their culture with them wherever they went and be happy anywhere in the world.
Before I had ever heard this phrase, I made a similar comment.
This summer, my best friend and I backpacked around Europe for a week before our semesters started. We traveled through Edinburgh, Sheffield, London, and Luxembourg, and by the end I decided that the lesson I learned (and I pull this from a travel journal, I’m not just conveniently making this up) was “With good friends, good coffee, and the good Lord, you can feel at home anywhere.”
Guess I was already more Italian than I thought.
I almost forgot this part! Aah.
One thing I learned about Arezzo
The main clock on Corso is 3 minutes faster than the clock on my phone! No wonder I’ve been late all semester!!
One thing I learned about myself
My For those of you who know me well, this will be especially revolutionary — I can actually have fun at a discoteca (dance club) !
Best thing I ate
A home-cooked dinner with my new friend Ilaria!! Pasta carbonara, steak and potatoes, home made tiramisu….I was absolutely in heaven.
Italian Word of the Week:
Okay, we’re at, like, word of the month now (I’m sorry I’m so inconsistent!) so here’s a special one:
“Spalodito” – meaning “dazed” or “dazzled.” I learned this from my friend Martina on our train ride to Florence. We were quizzing each other out of our English/Italian and Italian/English dictionaries.
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