Yesterday I arrived off the plane and onto American soil. I was tired, had to switch planes because of overbooking issues, and the airport lost my luggage, but on the car ride home, I couldn't stop talking about Italy. I want to tell everyone, but I'm sure my parents are done with me talking about how much I miss it. And surprisingly, I miss pasta.
Then I cried today. I did one of those ugly cries where I just couldn't stop. When I woke up this morning I was so confused about why I wasn't in my dorm room in Urbino. Did it really happen? Will I ever go back?
My sister came in and I apologized and told her I was sad about leaving. She said stop being emotional. I wanted to punch her. If you didn't live this trip, you don't understand the implications of coming back, it has been a culture shock.
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I wrote this blog to help me remember this trip in the future. So I made a list for future me to not forget these VERY VERY important memories:
1. Sandra at the bosom. She liked Alli a lot and hooked us up. I have her to thanks for some of my best nights.
2. The blue hair bartender, I really enjoyed the drinks she made us. And she was fun to talk to.
3. The bar crawl. How Alli, Hailey, Victoria, and I pretty much tore up our shirts to make them look cooler and how Hailey's almost turned into a complete fail. I laughed my hardest that night. Then Alli and I ended the night at Bunker. Don't forget Bunker, this was the one and only time I went, but for that hour, I had the time of my life.
4. Goodbyes are the hardest. You can't chase after everyone, but the people you do find time to say bye to, don't ever forget how much they meant to you in that month.
5. Hailey and I's favorite caffe. Yes I spent about 10-20 euro a day there, but it was worth it each time. Favorite caffe days:
-When Hailey, Alli, and I (and others later) sat there for four hours creeping on people and trying to speak Italian. We saw about 6 graduations, sang a graduation song, and had a blast.
-When a group of us played cheers governor in Italian and I butchered every number.
-When Alli and I decided to take a picture of every emotion. (Then she lost her phone, but the idea still was brought up.)
-Becks
4. The professors...Steve, Greg, Bobbio, Bob, and Susan are my pals now. All of them taught me so many skills that I will use in the future. This was also my first time doing photography and I loved it. I want to continue with this passion. Alli also said that I had a talent for video-maybe I should pursue that?
5. Walking up the killer hill of Raffaello. You would pretty much die as you walked up, but it gave you your nice butt and toned legs.
6. Lucia. She was the best interpreter any American could have asked for. I hope her love life goes well. If she ever visits America, she will always have a place to stay.
7. Football games. Everyone in town came together in the piazza to cheer on their favorite team. GO ITALY!
8. The piazza. This place was my life. It was the center and heart of Urbino where everyone hung out.
9. Donuts and crescents filled with Nutella and cream. Yummmmm.
10. Going to Florence and hanging out with the locals in the evening. Getting kabobs with Hailey, Nigel, and Susan. Aka babysitting Nigel and Susan, but still having a great time.
11. The first time Hailey and I went out and killed a bottle of wine each. My tolerance rose from that day on. This was also the beginning of our blooming and timeless friendship. DON'T FORGET YOUR BFF HAILEY. She was the best person I could have met on this trip, or anywhere for that matter. When I go to Denver, I will see her and we will hang out.
12. Cussing like a sailor with Alli as we walked up the Raffaello hill. Then we got to a dance party at the fortezza and danced like there was no tomorrow. DON'T FORGET ALLI! Make sure you hang out with her because she is beyond cool and she was the best dance partner a biddy could have asked for.
I will go back. Maybe not in a year or even two year, or five, but I will visit. It won't be the same and I know that, but I want to see how my Italian town grew and changed while I was away. I will always love you Urbino.
So for now...
Ciao bella. Ciao.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Friday Goodbye
Friday
Today was one of the saddest days I have had here. Urbino is my life right now and I want nothing more than to spend more time in this beautiful city. I have met some pretty amazing people and have had even better experiences with them. Never will I forget the wonderful time here or the lessons I have learned.
Here is my final project: http://2014.inurbino.net/corpus-domini/ I worked hard on this for the limited time I had. Thank you to all the wonderful teachers and mentors who helped me get this far.
From this trip I have learned to...
1. Try to learn the language. Be immersed in the culture. Italy is BEAUTIFUL and the locals like you a whole lot more if you try to talk to them in Italian, even if it bad (believe me, that is me every day).
2. Be nice and polite when you can, but don't be afraid to get aggressive. Of course I am going to be a nice person, but if an Italian tries to take advantage of me because I am an American, like hell I will stand up for myself. You should be respected because you are human, not because of your nationality.
3. Embrace all of Italy.
ANd on a random side note, I definitely just pulled an all-nighter and I am leaving for Rome now.
Ciao bella. Ciao.
Today was one of the saddest days I have had here. Urbino is my life right now and I want nothing more than to spend more time in this beautiful city. I have met some pretty amazing people and have had even better experiences with them. Never will I forget the wonderful time here or the lessons I have learned.
Here is my final project: http://2014.inurbino.net/corpus-domini/ I worked hard on this for the limited time I had. Thank you to all the wonderful teachers and mentors who helped me get this far.
From this trip I have learned to...
1. Try to learn the language. Be immersed in the culture. Italy is BEAUTIFUL and the locals like you a whole lot more if you try to talk to them in Italian, even if it bad (believe me, that is me every day).
2. Be nice and polite when you can, but don't be afraid to get aggressive. Of course I am going to be a nice person, but if an Italian tries to take advantage of me because I am an American, like hell I will stand up for myself. You should be respected because you are human, not because of your nationality.
3. Embrace all of Italy.
ANd on a random side note, I definitely just pulled an all-nighter and I am leaving for Rome now.
Ciao bella. Ciao.
Thursday
Thursday
I was able to sleep in today. This has been the third day this month I have been able to. I took my Italian final, which was surprisingly pretty easy. I got stumped on some things, but overall I took it like a champ.
What really bummed me out about today though was a call from Bobbio bright and early in the morning saying my story isn't done......what? When you give a student a small amount of time to give you a masterpiece, they want to peace the hell out. My brain is fried and my stress levels over the roof. Fixed it and turned it in, hopefully for the last time.
There was a bar crawl tho tonight and this was by far the best way to end my trip to the beautiful land of Italy.
I was able to sleep in today. This has been the third day this month I have been able to. I took my Italian final, which was surprisingly pretty easy. I got stumped on some things, but overall I took it like a champ.
What really bummed me out about today though was a call from Bobbio bright and early in the morning saying my story isn't done......what? When you give a student a small amount of time to give you a masterpiece, they want to peace the hell out. My brain is fried and my stress levels over the roof. Fixed it and turned it in, hopefully for the last time.
There was a bar crawl tho tonight and this was by far the best way to end my trip to the beautiful land of Italy.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Weekly Update
Day.... I have no idea
It has been crazy. Literally my work load ate me, spit me back up, cut me up in little pieces, set me on fire, then threw my ashes in a swamp to be eaten by an alligator. SO I am going to sum up the last couple of days instead of doing individual posts...
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Saturday:
Spent all day with Lucia, one of our interpreters. She's the best. We are practically bff's now. I'm also so proud she asked her crush to get a drink. Since them, I've seen those two everywhere together - so proud!
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Sunday:
Today was the Corpus Christi festival. Filmed a lot, had gelato, and got some decent footage.
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Monday:
Monday funday. Kinda. There is this bartender who looks like Zac Effron, but in a punk Russian way. He works at Haily and I's favorite caffe. I don't know if it is our favorite because he works there, the location is great, or that we love the little snacks they gave us when we order a beere, but whatever the reason, I have spent a good chunk of money at this place. We had been trying to talk to him for a couple days because we are there all the time and really just want to interact with the locals, but it is super hard because he doesn't speak a lick of english and we don't speak a lick of Italian. But it is super fun to try to converse with him. The other night, I headed in with Alli, Hailey, and others. This kid literally has no expression on his face. So Alli asked him, "tu triste?" (pronounced: tu tris-tay and means "you sad?") and he said no and looked really aghast. So alli asked him, "tu arrabbiato" (which means "you angry?") and he shook his head no again. He just has that kinda face. Since then, you can tell he tries to be more expressive now when he sees us. He also likes us because every time we order a drink with strawberries, I swear he puts in more each time. I've even gotten a mint leave on one. I pay a lot of money here so I better get perks.
But anyways, we had a long morning of working and stressing out. I love my topic and I enjoyed every moment of Cagli, but I wish this event happened earlier in the month. I literally had no time to edit, write, and put everything together without blowing up from stress. So by 3pm, I couldn't stay in the classroom. Alli, Hailey, Victoria, and I went to our favorite caffe and I started working on my story there. I worked on it maybe for an hour and just gave up. After a while, you just have to stop and relax. I had my translation book on me so we asked the bartender what he was doing Tuesday night. We somehow were able to communicate and the game plan was to meet in the piazza at 6 or 7pm for the soccer game.
After that, we just chilled outside the caffe at a table for literally four hours. I had a blast. Professors passed us multiple times while we were just drinking and eating. Graduation celebrations were also happening; we witnessed at least 8. One Italian girl came over to our table and made us sing an Italian celebration some (or something, I have no idea what it was), but none of us knew the words so I tried lip singing, while standing there awkwardly.
While we were sitting, a big group of graduation guys came down to us. They started saying stuff in Italian that we couldn't understand, but it was clear that they wanted us to kiss this kid. We were trying to joke it off and saying no, but they were so persistent. One of the guys came up to me, introduced himself, and pretty much pulled me in for me to kiss him on the cheek. I was taken aback for a second, but I complied so the group would leave. He had no interest in talking to the others and after I said my first name, he asked for my last name. I said, "why?" and he said, "so that I can find you on Facebook!" And then he said he had a girlfriend. The dating culture makes zero sense to me. It honestly sounds like cheating is a huge thing here. Anyways, he swears he will find me and walks away to stand by the fountain with his friends. After a while I look over and he makes a heart out of his hands. At this point, this was a little overwhelming, so I jokingly flick him off. Oh buddy. I don't know if he was heartbroken or what, but he avoided me like the plague. And now I see him everywhere in Urbino.
Our other friends (Marco, Abby, Abby's Marco, Natasha) came over at one point and joined the party. I love them, I had a blast just chilling and enjoying one of the last days here.
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Tuesday:
Ughhhhhhhh. I was ripped a new one from Bobbio. He went over my article and tore it up. At least that's the way I felt. This guy has one at least one pulitzer prize, so he is a genius, but it's hard when you are on such a tight deadline to hear criticism. I rewrote it and then he critiqued it again. This time it was better and I hope my final text piece is good.
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Wednesday:
I set my alarm for 6am, but I was so tired that I didn't hear it and I slept in until 9am. I took a shower and got to class at 9:45. I worked on my video until about 1:30. That entire time I didn't eat, so I was starving when Hailey, Alli, Victoria, and I went down the killer hill and ate at Noi and Voi - a tasty pizza shop. Delicious. We headed to a short ceremony with the newly elected mayor. An artist came in and made everyone prints of the city of Urbino (it was so much cooler than how I just described it-I can't remember what it is called, but I'll let you know when I do).
Some Italians I have met found me on Facebook and keep talking to me. Ask me sometime to show you these messages, it's hilarious because there is still a language barrier even if they know how to speak english. Joking is not universal. For example, I told one guy, "you suck" you know, like you are the worst, I din't even think that would translate any differently, but then he said, "you are nasty." Oh boy, the guys here are already creepy and short enough, I just don't know how to react to something like this.
I am really pumped for tonight though! All of the Americans are going to go out to celebrate-it is the last wednesday we are here so we have to live it up while we can!
It has been crazy. Literally my work load ate me, spit me back up, cut me up in little pieces, set me on fire, then threw my ashes in a swamp to be eaten by an alligator. SO I am going to sum up the last couple of days instead of doing individual posts...
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Saturday:
Spent all day with Lucia, one of our interpreters. She's the best. We are practically bff's now. I'm also so proud she asked her crush to get a drink. Since them, I've seen those two everywhere together - so proud!
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Today was the Corpus Christi festival. Filmed a lot, had gelato, and got some decent footage.
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Monday:
Monday funday. Kinda. There is this bartender who looks like Zac Effron, but in a punk Russian way. He works at Haily and I's favorite caffe. I don't know if it is our favorite because he works there, the location is great, or that we love the little snacks they gave us when we order a beere, but whatever the reason, I have spent a good chunk of money at this place. We had been trying to talk to him for a couple days because we are there all the time and really just want to interact with the locals, but it is super hard because he doesn't speak a lick of english and we don't speak a lick of Italian. But it is super fun to try to converse with him. The other night, I headed in with Alli, Hailey, and others. This kid literally has no expression on his face. So Alli asked him, "tu triste?" (pronounced: tu tris-tay and means "you sad?") and he said no and looked really aghast. So alli asked him, "tu arrabbiato" (which means "you angry?") and he shook his head no again. He just has that kinda face. Since then, you can tell he tries to be more expressive now when he sees us. He also likes us because every time we order a drink with strawberries, I swear he puts in more each time. I've even gotten a mint leave on one. I pay a lot of money here so I better get perks.
But anyways, we had a long morning of working and stressing out. I love my topic and I enjoyed every moment of Cagli, but I wish this event happened earlier in the month. I literally had no time to edit, write, and put everything together without blowing up from stress. So by 3pm, I couldn't stay in the classroom. Alli, Hailey, Victoria, and I went to our favorite caffe and I started working on my story there. I worked on it maybe for an hour and just gave up. After a while, you just have to stop and relax. I had my translation book on me so we asked the bartender what he was doing Tuesday night. We somehow were able to communicate and the game plan was to meet in the piazza at 6 or 7pm for the soccer game.
After that, we just chilled outside the caffe at a table for literally four hours. I had a blast. Professors passed us multiple times while we were just drinking and eating. Graduation celebrations were also happening; we witnessed at least 8. One Italian girl came over to our table and made us sing an Italian celebration some (or something, I have no idea what it was), but none of us knew the words so I tried lip singing, while standing there awkwardly.
While we were sitting, a big group of graduation guys came down to us. They started saying stuff in Italian that we couldn't understand, but it was clear that they wanted us to kiss this kid. We were trying to joke it off and saying no, but they were so persistent. One of the guys came up to me, introduced himself, and pretty much pulled me in for me to kiss him on the cheek. I was taken aback for a second, but I complied so the group would leave. He had no interest in talking to the others and after I said my first name, he asked for my last name. I said, "why?" and he said, "so that I can find you on Facebook!" And then he said he had a girlfriend. The dating culture makes zero sense to me. It honestly sounds like cheating is a huge thing here. Anyways, he swears he will find me and walks away to stand by the fountain with his friends. After a while I look over and he makes a heart out of his hands. At this point, this was a little overwhelming, so I jokingly flick him off. Oh buddy. I don't know if he was heartbroken or what, but he avoided me like the plague. And now I see him everywhere in Urbino.
Our other friends (Marco, Abby, Abby's Marco, Natasha) came over at one point and joined the party. I love them, I had a blast just chilling and enjoying one of the last days here.
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Tuesday:
Ughhhhhhhh. I was ripped a new one from Bobbio. He went over my article and tore it up. At least that's the way I felt. This guy has one at least one pulitzer prize, so he is a genius, but it's hard when you are on such a tight deadline to hear criticism. I rewrote it and then he critiqued it again. This time it was better and I hope my final text piece is good.
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Wednesday:
I set my alarm for 6am, but I was so tired that I didn't hear it and I slept in until 9am. I took a shower and got to class at 9:45. I worked on my video until about 1:30. That entire time I didn't eat, so I was starving when Hailey, Alli, Victoria, and I went down the killer hill and ate at Noi and Voi - a tasty pizza shop. Delicious. We headed to a short ceremony with the newly elected mayor. An artist came in and made everyone prints of the city of Urbino (it was so much cooler than how I just described it-I can't remember what it is called, but I'll let you know when I do).
Some Italians I have met found me on Facebook and keep talking to me. Ask me sometime to show you these messages, it's hilarious because there is still a language barrier even if they know how to speak english. Joking is not universal. For example, I told one guy, "you suck" you know, like you are the worst, I din't even think that would translate any differently, but then he said, "you are nasty." Oh boy, the guys here are already creepy and short enough, I just don't know how to react to something like this.
I am really pumped for tonight though! All of the Americans are going to go out to celebrate-it is the last wednesday we are here so we have to live it up while we can!
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Day 21: Cagli day 2-Bruno
Day 21
I had the best day today. I am feeling great instead of unsure about my article. I haven't looked back at my footage, but while taking notes, video, and stills, I think I was able to accurately capture the entire day.
I woke up and met with Bobbio at 7:30 am. We drove with his wife, Marie, and Bob Reeder (best photographer for the Washington Post). Bobbio and Maria dropped Bob and I off at Cagli to meet with Bobbio's friend, Simone. I had talked to him on the phone, but he was even better in person. We met him in the piazza. He brought one of his friends, Bruno, with him. The entire morning from 9-12noon, I captured Bruno picking oregano for the Feast of Corpus Christi. I am also I had Bob there because he doesn't mind being the guy who tells you to move a certain way or say something again, etc. and that is great because I could get a lot of good shots from it.
Anyway, I had a great time filming, interviewing, and taking shots of this guy Bruno.
Then I got gelato.
Perfect.
I had the best day today. I am feeling great instead of unsure about my article. I haven't looked back at my footage, but while taking notes, video, and stills, I think I was able to accurately capture the entire day.
I woke up and met with Bobbio at 7:30 am. We drove with his wife, Marie, and Bob Reeder (best photographer for the Washington Post). Bobbio and Maria dropped Bob and I off at Cagli to meet with Bobbio's friend, Simone. I had talked to him on the phone, but he was even better in person. We met him in the piazza. He brought one of his friends, Bruno, with him. The entire morning from 9-12noon, I captured Bruno picking oregano for the Feast of Corpus Christi. I am also I had Bob there because he doesn't mind being the guy who tells you to move a certain way or say something again, etc. and that is great because I could get a lot of good shots from it.
Anyway, I had a great time filming, interviewing, and taking shots of this guy Bruno.
Then I got gelato.
Perfect.
Day 20: Cagli
Day 20
Let me tell you, life is a roller coaster. I woke up this morning for the class trip to Benelli. When we entered the company, I felt that I stepped into a bachelor pad. As you walked in, a brown bear pelt covered the wall. There were pictures all over of manly things. Then, going up a flight of stairs, you were greeted by a stuffed lion. I wasn't a fan of some of their particular design tastes, but the entire place felt like it stepped out of an IKEA magazine combined with a hunter enthusiast. The floor had a beautiful wood on it of all shades of brown and it felt modern, especially compared to the Renaissance town of Urbino.
But as the presentation started, I didn't feel good. I broke out in sweat and started seeing black spots. Yup, I almost fainted. I learned over to Hailey and said I was going to pass out. We couldn't really do anything during the middle of a presentation, so I toughed it out and after about 5-10 minutes I felt back to normal if not better. During that time I had to close my eyes and I might have even passed out leaning on my arm, but it was scary. I've passed out before, but this one came out of nowhere so I am thinking I was just super dehydrated (which makes since because everything has 10 gallons of salt in it) and maybe also from lack of sleep (yo gurl needs 12+ hours that's not happening).
The rest of the tour went well. I couldn't hear the tour guide for the majority of it, but it was really interested touring the facilities.
In the afternoon, I went with Bobbio and his wife Marie, to Cagli. Let me tell you, I loved hanging out with them. We had a great conversation in the car ride over and by the end of this trip I felt like their daughter. I joked around with them about it, but what was even funnier, was when we ran into some people Bobbio knew (he knows everyone). They were talking and she asked if I was their daughter. I got a real kick out of that.
They showed me around the town of Cagli (pronounced Cal-yee). Apparently the ieiMedia program was in this town for about 6 years before it moved to Urbino. And who knows, maybe in the future it will be somewhere else!
This couple was also one of the cutest I have ever seen. Bobbio called Marie "foxy" and you could just tell they still really loved each other. They were also hippies at heart. Marie owns an environmental kayaking tour place.
They were also very helpful when it came to my story. Since Bobbio knew everyone, and if he didn't, he still could have gotten their contact information, I was able to set up an appointment with a priest and a guy who picked flowers for the procession. Whooo already I feel like I have more in this first day for this story than in the entire month with the other.
After that, we had the best gelato in all of Italy. It was homemade and melted in my mouth. Then we headed up this beautiful mountain (called Monte Petrano I believe). A cool technique Bobbio taught me with my camera was that if you focus on one of the far mountains, the different colors of the mountains stand out more prominently. Words cannot describe how beautiful and majestic this place was. The filed stretched for miles in each direction and all over was this tall wild flowers and grass. A tournament is going to take place on Saturday and Sunday that had to do with hunting with dogs, so some people were up there training.
Let me tell you, life is a roller coaster. I woke up this morning for the class trip to Benelli. When we entered the company, I felt that I stepped into a bachelor pad. As you walked in, a brown bear pelt covered the wall. There were pictures all over of manly things. Then, going up a flight of stairs, you were greeted by a stuffed lion. I wasn't a fan of some of their particular design tastes, but the entire place felt like it stepped out of an IKEA magazine combined with a hunter enthusiast. The floor had a beautiful wood on it of all shades of brown and it felt modern, especially compared to the Renaissance town of Urbino.
But as the presentation started, I didn't feel good. I broke out in sweat and started seeing black spots. Yup, I almost fainted. I learned over to Hailey and said I was going to pass out. We couldn't really do anything during the middle of a presentation, so I toughed it out and after about 5-10 minutes I felt back to normal if not better. During that time I had to close my eyes and I might have even passed out leaning on my arm, but it was scary. I've passed out before, but this one came out of nowhere so I am thinking I was just super dehydrated (which makes since because everything has 10 gallons of salt in it) and maybe also from lack of sleep (yo gurl needs 12+ hours that's not happening).
The rest of the tour went well. I couldn't hear the tour guide for the majority of it, but it was really interested touring the facilities.
In the afternoon, I went with Bobbio and his wife Marie, to Cagli. Let me tell you, I loved hanging out with them. We had a great conversation in the car ride over and by the end of this trip I felt like their daughter. I joked around with them about it, but what was even funnier, was when we ran into some people Bobbio knew (he knows everyone). They were talking and she asked if I was their daughter. I got a real kick out of that.
They showed me around the town of Cagli (pronounced Cal-yee). Apparently the ieiMedia program was in this town for about 6 years before it moved to Urbino. And who knows, maybe in the future it will be somewhere else!
This couple was also one of the cutest I have ever seen. Bobbio called Marie "foxy" and you could just tell they still really loved each other. They were also hippies at heart. Marie owns an environmental kayaking tour place.
They were also very helpful when it came to my story. Since Bobbio knew everyone, and if he didn't, he still could have gotten their contact information, I was able to set up an appointment with a priest and a guy who picked flowers for the procession. Whooo already I feel like I have more in this first day for this story than in the entire month with the other.
After that, we had the best gelato in all of Italy. It was homemade and melted in my mouth. Then we headed up this beautiful mountain (called Monte Petrano I believe). A cool technique Bobbio taught me with my camera was that if you focus on one of the far mountains, the different colors of the mountains stand out more prominently. Words cannot describe how beautiful and majestic this place was. The filed stretched for miles in each direction and all over was this tall wild flowers and grass. A tournament is going to take place on Saturday and Sunday that had to do with hunting with dogs, so some people were up there training.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Day 19: New Story
Day 19
The last couple of days of me trying to put my story together just hit the fan. Thankfully it landed in a nice puddle of flowers at my feet. Literally. I'm doing a new story about the Corpus Christi that is happening in the town of Cagli (pronounded cal-yee). In this festival there is a procession. The people of the town decorate the streets with beautiful murals made out of flower petals. I am hoping that this story actually works because for the story about the palace people just didn't want to talk to me. (That or they didn't like me...happens.) I'm a little worried because I'm going to be shooting video, pictures, audio, interviews, and trying to retain everything all at the same time. Thankfully I have my crew of professors with me, who have already gone above and beyond what I could have asked for in a mentor. I just would really like to do everything myself (even though I know it's not going to be possible), but I want a finished product that I can say I did without any outside footage.
I'll let you know if I die of overworking in the next couple of days.
The last couple of days of me trying to put my story together just hit the fan. Thankfully it landed in a nice puddle of flowers at my feet. Literally. I'm doing a new story about the Corpus Christi that is happening in the town of Cagli (pronounded cal-yee). In this festival there is a procession. The people of the town decorate the streets with beautiful murals made out of flower petals. I am hoping that this story actually works because for the story about the palace people just didn't want to talk to me. (That or they didn't like me...happens.) I'm a little worried because I'm going to be shooting video, pictures, audio, interviews, and trying to retain everything all at the same time. Thankfully I have my crew of professors with me, who have already gone above and beyond what I could have asked for in a mentor. I just would really like to do everything myself (even though I know it's not going to be possible), but I want a finished product that I can say I did without any outside footage.
I'll let you know if I die of overworking in the next couple of days.
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