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Name: Crystal
Birthday: 1/16/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Bumming (while online shopping).
Bumming (while wow'ing).
Bumming (while napping).
Bumming (while doing absolutely nothing).
Expertise: Bumming.
Thinking mean thoughts in my head.
Sheeping running hordes in BB.
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/22/2003
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| Firenze: I want to marry a MediciIf you've been trying to message me on AIM for the
past 2 months...well it's not me. My dad has a fondness for
clicking every single thing that pops up when he starts the computer so
yes, it's been my father you've been talking to. No, I haven't
been ignoring you so stop crying ;_;
Milan, Prague, and Budapest really didn't get covered last time because
a) I was tired from tagging 2 months' worth of pictures and b) I
traveled with crazies and it's just better that I don't think too much
about certain traumatizing experiences in Eastern Europe. So this
time I'll talk about Firenze :D
Upon receiving our syllabi and frantically jotting down site
visits/paper due dates/midterms, we realized that there will only be
about 5 more weekends to travel. Some of us had this brilliant
idea to travel to Firenze right after coming back from the Soviet
Union, oh I mean Hungary. So we hopped on a train at 6 in the
morning and headed towards Northern Italy.
It was not a good idea to do everything in Firenze in three days.
All I could think about was Florentine steak by the fifth Raphael in
the Pitti Palace and a superfast Eurostar back to Rome while staring at
David (yes, "the" David). Even though it was beyond exhausting,
Firenze is the most amazing city I've visited in my lifetime.
Calling it "Florence" seems a little out of place because it's the city
of Medici, of Tuscany...not some pansy ass place with pretty pictures
and flowers. Seeing the Duomo while you're not looking for it and
letting it catch you by surprise is like going through a religious
conversion. I almost wept from joy the moment I set my eyes on
Titian's Venus and Botticelli's Primavera..
We also decided to visit the legendary outlets of Firenze. I
started hyperventilating the moment I set my eyes on the first price
tag, no, really. I couldn't really breath for about an hour after
I bought my Balenciaga. I think I would have had an aneurism if
we visited Prada/MiuMiu down the street too. Can't wait till I go
back again. Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha.
1. Our hostel--so cute but the landlady was a stalker
2. Firenze's Duomo
3. Rape of the Sabine against the Tuscan sky
4. Getting through throngs of tourists to take a picture on Ponte Vecchio over the Arno
5. Looking at South of Arno
6. "I paid 6 euros to get into Santa Croce and all I got was this lousy picture of Machiavelli's tomb"
7. Your eyes are not deceiving you, it is a Baci McFlurry
8. Home Sweet Home--on the way to school from Castel St. Angelo
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| No, no pictures in this entry either. Being the genius that I am I left my USB
cable lying somewhere under my bed in good ol’ West Covina.
My camera is also too cool for everybody else’s cables. Apparently, my SD card also decided that it
was better than everyone else and refused to put out in various SD card
readers. Sorry to be a tease but y’all
will have to wait until Mom FedEx it.
Everyday I walk about 5 miles to and from school because (a)
I’m in constant fear of being robbed on public transportation and (b) I’m too
cheap to pay 30 euros for a bus pass (that’s 15 gelati!!!) My everyday
non-shopping route includes hopping by Musei Vaticani, walking along the
Vatican Wall, cutting across St. Peter’s Square, dodging shadey street vendors
around Castel St. Angelo, quickly running by Piazza Navona, and finally getting
to school which is about 100 meters away from the Pantheon (which is also the
largest concentration of Rome’s
best best gelaterie.) Everyday we spend our 30 minute breaks walking to
Giolotti (according to many the best gelati in Rome and certainly the best whipped cream in
the world according to me) and demolishing our cones on the steps of the
Pantheon while watching the setting Mediterranean sun. Okay maybe I lied it’s been pouring and I’ve
only seen like 2 days of sun since I’ve been here BUT we have done it!!
We were just lucky (or unlucky enough) to get here when
everything is on sale. It’s boots galore
and I went nuts in Fornarina/Miss Sixty/Diesel.
If you want Italian shoes/shirts/leather stuff now is the time to tell
me. Furla is also incredibly cheap.
It’s not exactly hunky dory here. A girl is crying in our kitchen as we speak
and one of my roommates steals our cheese and prosciutto. Yes, it’s Real World Rome. No, living with 30 18 year old in a country
without a legal drinking age is not always fun especially when you have to say
for the 10th time: “No, Alex, I don’t
have juice for your chasers. No, I’m not
hiding juice from you.”
Going to Milan, Prague, and Budapest
in 2 days. Hopefully I’ll have pictures
by the time I get back!
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| I'm alive!I'm still alive.
Overdosing on socializing. Someone take me home?
Btw, internet here is awful.
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| Rome! Rome! Rome!Still haven't started on packing ;_;
I'll be leaving on Tuesday morning. Sorry if you called/texted to
hang out because West Covina is just a giant vortex of a black hole
that sucks up all the reception from my phone.
Don't forget me while I'm 6000 miles away in Romaaa!
Contact Info:
Call me at 626.593.7770
AIM at missophy
Email at ophy@berkeley.edu
And of course on WoW as soon as someone (who will be my favorite person in the world) DHL me TBC.
If you want souvenirs you'll have to call me and gimme gossip. Ha.
Ciao!
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