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

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Rain drops keep falling...

16 febbraio 2011  

I am almost exactly one month into this educational endeavour I have embarked upon called "Studying Abroad." This endevour I could say is an experience that will, yes I will say, is an experience that will shape me now and shape me for all my life, for this is indeed true. I could also say this "studying abroad" is an educationally enriching experience begun even before my arrival into Italy...(I literally did learn major packing mechanisms before I got here!)
  I could also say that today, 16 febbraio 2011, is the commencement of my "Studying Abroad" because in a slight sense this is true. I could also say, as I have eagerly expressed before, that the learning I inhale into my body and mind not only come from the air inside the classroom, nor the nourishment of the Italian cuisine, nor from museum pamphelets, or the breath of my professors and even from that of my Italian friends.
I say this because although I have read books for my English class and books not for any classes, read my philosophy texts, studied Italian linguistics, conjugated verbs... I find it all very relevant and educationally amusing. Simply I find it fun and not stressful. When it comes to "school" I can easily flip out and just study for hours. Here my studying is 24/7 but it is not stressful because it is all exciting. Yet today I have had to sit myself down and tell myself that I do need to study, this is "studying abroad" after all. My first exam is tomorrow in Art History...I have frightening flashbacks of my friends cramming and studying for Art History back in high school! Over lunch today Todd expressed how it was his hardest subject in College and some people shared how their parents had struggled through their own Art History class. Should I freak out now or later!? NEITHER.
Instead I find myself in Collegio Alma Mater's extremely modern "study rooms"studying the ancient art that I have first handedly seen and been impressed by in cities like Florence, Verona and Modena. Others I have just read about, but I feel like I know them...and perhaps passed by them in the Uffizi museum or Academia Galeria.
    Donatello depicted his David in a new way; he did not depict him as the others before him did as an old bearded man... I am not seeing myself as I used too...I continue to study, but once again I do not feel as if I am studying, rather enjoying obtaining this knowledge...
and thankfully it is a rainy day so I am not reminded that I would rather be out exploring the streets of Bologna. Rain drops keep falling on my head...rain drops of paint, coloring me, coloring my mind.

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Todd told me that I was to represent the Spring Hill students this evening at what would be similair to an American College "Student Government" meeting..
Laid out on a white table cloth were ceramic plates, silverware, breads and 2 glasses, one larger for water and one smaller for wine.   In my head I was thinking, alright so this is a student government meeting, cool, I must be in the wrong room...Where's the box of pizza and napkins for plates?... I mean it is Italy.
It is Italy, so ofcourse there is wine... and a meeting like this provides that we be served, plates brought up to us with our pasta, vegetables, and meat and a dolce' mele for dessert...and ofcourse plenty of wine. I couldn't understand the need to be treated like a queen, or as Lee said, a king for a second night in a row. Ace. This was just a student meeting.
I didn't understand much of what was going on, other than the fact that I think I am now part of some play or having to act something out on a stage come April... the language primarily spoken was Italian, unless a student quickly translated for me...or P.G. would whisper to me something about wine. I could understand the subject of what was being said, but not the specifics. Soon enough I will fully understand but as for now I had no idea what was going on... but I was enjoying this. Really, I have an exam tomorrow but I am not stressed. I am sipping on wine given to me by the head of the Collegio Alma Mater. Rain drops keep falling on my tongue.
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