Traveling Wind

Wind,

You wave all the world’s seas with your whisper,

Mediterranean waters move like monks mediating in your marvel,

You awaken sleeping Cyprus trees who have fallen to rest in fall,

Monkeys limbo through their newly luscious leaves, no longer weak and crisper

Your beautifying breath kisses my cheeks into a ruby rose,

My face full of budding love and life,

You kiss even my nose,

Like Father nature kisses his wife,

Gently,

You shuffle through the Swiss Alps,

And through every mountain peak

You are eager energy, your energy never weak

You rush over the world, over me, over my scalp

Filling my mind with your mystique,

Existing before ancient Greek

You are not scared of time,

Wind, you are a world wonder.

I wish to be you wind,

To awaken myself to all the world,

To wherever I may blow through,

I will travel like you wind, untrapped by windows,

Qui io vengo (here I come)

To softly sail or to enthusiastically escapade,

Lets go wind,

andiamo. (let's go)

-Carolina Dominguez

Friday, January 28, 2011

FOOLS GOLD!



Chelsea Audibert’s blog..
Is that 50 euro??
     This study abroad is full of its comical and occasionally dramatic moments.  With 27 American college students out on their own everyday in Italy, there are bound to be…I’ll just call them special memories.  In the last week i FINALLY began all my classes, traveled to Verona, mixed with the Alma Mater studenti, and learned some useful Italian.  The side-splitting occasions though occur at the day’s unsuspected times. 
       Today I was exploring Bologna with some friends. One friend ate the “local delicacy” of Kebab, another savored the vision of narrow Bologna backstreets, and the other delighted in wandering through the immense outdoor market.  This last friend, we’ll call her Carolina Dominguez to protect her identity, was so excited about shopping in the market that there was no way any lack of euro would hold her back. In fact, when Carolina spotted a 50 euro note on the ground, she called dibs. Honestly, who couldn’t use 5o  euro, especially with the wretched exchange rate? Wait, did I say ground? I meant to say it was in the DRAIN! Carolina stuffed her hand as far as she could through the drain cover, but she couldn’t seem to reach the bill. One of the lady vendors offerred her a stick to gain a better reach to the money.  All the while the Italians were craning their necks every which way to see what this pazza was doing. We, her American comrades, only hid amidst a rack of clothes and denied our association. But at last, the 50 emerged from the gunk (I will avoid details). Carolina waved the 5o with definitive satisfaction, but only was it as she held the money in the air that she noticed…it was a fake!!!! The trick bill had been planted by a vendor for his own entertainment purposes. I love Bologna.
End of Chelsea’s blog…
My further blogging on the “situation”
Fool’s Gold:
After shyly being embarrassed a so thought symapthetic man came up to me and said he would give me 50euro if I could guess what hand it was in…and to my despair I guessed…and GOT IT RIGHT!...so I got… you guessed it…another fake 50euro bill. It makes for a great souvenir (and this one is not covered by manure and diseased).
            I once heard a saying that goes, “fooled you once, you’ve been fooled, fool you twice, you’re the fool.” I guess I’m a fool- but not again.
            I thought Chelsea was asleep but ironically she just said, “you know..we (or maybe she said you) should have known that bill was fake because the chances of a bill falling at the right angle, into a slim ditch is almost impossible.” Yeah, now we can think about the scientific reasons as to why I’m a fool.
            I take that back... I am no fool. The exchange rate IS ridiculous. That could almost amount to plane ticket to Malta!

(Side note to Kristin Sanfilipino.: THANKS FOR THE HAND SANITIZER!!!)
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