it's shaping up to be a lonely day
In spite of my waking up at 13:30 and not doing much of anything today, I am very tired. The absolute stress of trying to plan a last-minute trip to the carnival in Venice finally hit me. That, paired with the grand disappointment of not receiving RAI Due, the channel that was to show the opening ceremonies of the Torino Olympics, on our TV, made this short and quiet day very strenuous. I think I was really just extra mad at missing the Olympics because I missed the opening of Athens two years ago as well. The Olympic Games, and the ceremonies in particular, is just one of those things I have grown up with and would never miss a moment of, even if it meant staying up late on a school night.
All that being why I was extremely pissed off last week when NYU organised an excursion to the Olympics, but I was unable to get a ticket. Because of the good showing, they decided to sell them before the stated time. Right. Whatever. NYU can go fuck themselves. (I wonder how many times an NYU student has said that???)
Anyway, on Saturday I finally got around to doing something interesting in this city: I went to the Uffizi Gallery. It was very nice; I went with two of my suitemates, and I got my first glimpse of Botticelli and Caravaggio. I even found one of my favourite paintings ever, Bronzino's Bia, a portrait of a little bastard Medici girl. She died a month after the painting was finished. It's a beautiful painting, but I think I love it more because it reminds of the beauty and fragility of life at the same time.
On Tuesday the Today Show was filming in Florence for the run-up to the Olympics in Torino, so I went down to the Ponte Vecchio to pay Katie Couric a visit. I literally got to stand a foot away from her, but it was such a madhouse, and with such rude and uncouth American college students that all the fun was taken out of it. Seeing Katie made me miss New York City, but at the same time, seeing all the other students made me hate the US and be glad that I am here and not there.
I've been debating for a while if I should go to Barcelona while I'm here or not, and, exactly why I have an urge to specifically go there. This morning, I was in that state between asleep and awake, thinking about how I wish I knew if I got in to Tisch, when suddenly I realised that Barcelona was the last place I had been to when I found out I got into NYU two years ago, and how when I am planning to go is the week before I'd find out about Tisch. Now I know why I have to go.
All that being why I was extremely pissed off last week when NYU organised an excursion to the Olympics, but I was unable to get a ticket. Because of the good showing, they decided to sell them before the stated time. Right. Whatever. NYU can go fuck themselves. (I wonder how many times an NYU student has said that???)
Anyway, on Saturday I finally got around to doing something interesting in this city: I went to the Uffizi Gallery. It was very nice; I went with two of my suitemates, and I got my first glimpse of Botticelli and Caravaggio. I even found one of my favourite paintings ever, Bronzino's Bia, a portrait of a little bastard Medici girl. She died a month after the painting was finished. It's a beautiful painting, but I think I love it more because it reminds of the beauty and fragility of life at the same time.
On Tuesday the Today Show was filming in Florence for the run-up to the Olympics in Torino, so I went down to the Ponte Vecchio to pay Katie Couric a visit. I literally got to stand a foot away from her, but it was such a madhouse, and with such rude and uncouth American college students that all the fun was taken out of it. Seeing Katie made me miss New York City, but at the same time, seeing all the other students made me hate the US and be glad that I am here and not there.
I've been debating for a while if I should go to Barcelona while I'm here or not, and, exactly why I have an urge to specifically go there. This morning, I was in that state between asleep and awake, thinking about how I wish I knew if I got in to Tisch, when suddenly I realised that Barcelona was the last place I had been to when I found out I got into NYU two years ago, and how when I am planning to go is the week before I'd find out about Tisch. Now I know why I have to go.