<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:00:52.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivere Il Mio Sogno</title><subtitle type='html'>Katie Riley, 16 years old, is going to live in Milano, Italia for one year on AFS!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-5776626278554533171</id><published>2010-04-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:12:39.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 1/2 months left</title><content type='html'>So I am gonna agree with my friend Mollie and join in on the group of people that hates writing blogs. I am sorry but I do not see how someone could actually do this without being forced to!! Anyway, my current point in Italy is driving through Liguria (an area on the coast of Italy, where Genova is) in a camper with my best friend Tonje and her family! However.. from the beginning :)&lt;br /&gt;March 20th-28th I went to Siracusa, Sicilia for one of the best weeks of my life. I met so many new friends, got to see how the other half of Italy lives, and got to see sun! And I also had the wonderful opportunity of getting BURNT by the sun! Woooohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Saturday morning there was a manifestazione so I didn't go to school.. but I woke up a little late and I though okay I'll just meet everyone at castello (which is usually where the manifestaziones go before piazza duomo). So at like 8.40 i was at castello, and absolutley no one was there. I walked around Piazza Dumo for about 3 hours, and then everyone showed up! It turned out that the manifestazione had started in a completely different place hahaha. Anyway it was one of the biggest manifestaziones that i had seen, and it was for the people against the mafia. It was really, REALLY packed. All of Piazza Duomo was filled with people. Anyway after this I got coffee with my assistente and we talked for a little before I had to go home and pack my suitcase because I was leaving for Italy in 3 hours! Since my parents were at their vacation house, I went to my friend Tonje's house (because both of us were going to Siracusa together) and her parents drove us to the airport. Milan has two airports, Malpensa and Linate. Malpensa, the more common one, is actually really REALLY far away from Milan! At least an hour long drive... it's weird but whatever we got there and we were soon off to Cataniaaaa! When we arrived in Catania, it was such a deja vu like we had been in the same position but 6 (almost 7 now) months earlier. However, this the was so much better because I could speak and understand italian! I can't stress this enough to departing students, but if you can learn the language at least a little before you come because it makes things so much easier and more enjoyable. So I got with my host family immediatly, and i am sooo happy to say they are definetly some of the nicest people i have ever met. There was a dad, Sebi, a mom, Patrizia, and a daughter that was 16, Marina. I absolutley love them all and I got along so well with Marina my new sister!! Having a sister the first time didn't really work out that well... ahem. However, Marina was the best sister everrr and I love her a lot! So this was the first night, and we all drove back to Siracusa (it's about an hour 1/2 drive from Catania, which is where the airport is). Then my sister said I was going to a party with her and her friends.. but my family remembered I hadn't eaten so on the first night I got to try arancini which is a sicilian delicacy and they are reallly good. Its like a ball of rice with meat cheese and vegetables inside and then fried on the outside.. anyway if you go to Sicilia I reccomend getting one. Then I went to a beachside villa with my sister.. it was reallly really different! For the whole night (which ended at 1, which was really early for me!) we just talked, played cards, foozeball, volleyball, soccer and listened to music. When they say party in Milano they mean PARTTYYYY complete with everyone very dressed up and lots of alcohol and dancing. Here party just meant hanging out with your friends... it was really fun because all her friends were sooooo nice! They taught me some sicilian slang, like there was this one word that I didn't know and they added it on the end of every sentence and when i asked they said it was mpare (pronoucned Mbare). Apparently this is an abbreviation of Compare (which means friend).. so they just say friend at the end of every sentence. Sicilians have a lot of love :) I also got to go on scooters sooooo much during this week! It is how they usually get around... so I got to join in and that was probably the funnest part! So after the party we went home at about one and went to bed... which was good because I was soooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - The next morning we woke up and there wasn't any plans that AFS had made so I got to hang out with my sister all day. We went to a volleyball game in the morning because her and all her friends either play volleyball or water polo... after the volleyball game (sicilians like to cheer, like a LOT they are some loud people) we went home and ate lunch and then in the afternoon there was another volleyball game in which she played. When the Sicilians think that something is unfair or the score is wrong, they really will not quit yelling until something is changed. It is quite a spectacolo (i have forgotten the english word for this). But it's a big show. Howeverrr at night we went home and then went to bed early because the day after I was going to Catania!&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Monday we all went to Catania. There were 6 of us, a turkish girl who was living 40 minutes outside of Rome, a norwegian guy who is staying in Torino, a brasilian girl who's living in Savona, near Genova, a swedish guy living in Bologna, and then Tonje and me. The 6 of us had soooo much fun together all week. In Catania we walked around the city all day long, it was really fun! The day was so beautiful, it was sooo hot and sunny in the morning (when we did all the walking) and then when we went to the seaside in the afternoon the clouds rolled in, nice timing thank you. Anyway Catania was a really beautiful city because unlike Milan it's not all flat it has many hills and curves and so that made it pretty :) We saw the two universities, a market that stank like fish, and a bunch of pretty statues and landmarks. It was also reallly green there.. and you could see Mt. Etna, a really big active volcano! Then in the afternoon we went to the beach, but there wasn't sun anymore so we didn't go swimming but we did a big of rock climbing/manuvering and then got on the bus headed back at Siracusa.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Tuesday we went to the artistical school. I was really excited because everyone says that the schools in the north are much more nicer kept, and that the schools in the south are kind of gross. Well the two schools that I went to in the south made me think differently but whatever. The artistic school was awesome! In the morning we got to do painting and it was sooo much fun and all the kids were really nice... they also do some amazing work they're really good at art in these schools! They had made models of some buildings and they looked really realistic, like what people who were building these buildings would use. Anyway in short the italians are talented people. In the afternoon we went to the Greek Theater of Siracusa... it's realllly big. We also visted a big hole in a cliff/wall and I don't know how it is called but it's famous as well. Anyway there was a huge echo in there and it was really fun because everytime we yelled something Tonje screamed. So everything at il Teatro Greco was really pretty and we all had fun. That night we all managed to go out to dinner together, which meant going and getting pizza in Ortegia (which is a small island attatched to Siracusa, and it's where all the nightlife is) and then finding a bar. Turns out not many places are open on a Tuesday night in a small town! Who would have known.. anyway we found a cute place called Cafe Giufa or something and then we all got a drink and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Wednesday we went on a long trip to a river called the River Ciane. We were also with about 40 middle schoolers.. like 11 or 12 year olds I don't remember.. maybe even 9 or 10. That was sooo much fun to have all these little italian kids with us because they would just NOT STOP TALKING!! Never a dull moment eh!!!???? hahaha Anyway so the boat ride was sooo beautiful and lovely it was perfect weather we saw ducks. ect... and then we had to start walking. I think that they planned for us to walk to a mud factory or something equally as interesting but the problem was there was too much mud to treck through the wilderness. Also my good friend Isabella decided to wear ballet flats that day! At the end she took them off and went bare foot in mud and I was screaming with tennis shoes on just becuase there were loads of bugs.... that wasn't too fun. We also stopped in a meadow for lunch for like 15 minutes and I took off my jacket because it was really hot. 15 minutes later I looked like a lobster! Awesome! Anyway... we actually turned around because there was too much mud and then we walked along a road lined with orange and lemon trees to the bus. We picked the lemons and oranges and if i remember correctly the oranges were disgusting but the lemons were sooo good and wicked tart and delicious and I made lemonade, sweet. Anyways after that long morning we went to a sort of farm with PEACOCKS wow and it was like also a place where this guy made art out of papyrus.. like the old paper that they used to write on in ancient days and we learned how it was crafted and everything, very cool. That night I went to the seaside when it was all super dark out with a friend and it was soo much fun and I went in the water which was WARM not like swimming but halfway okay anyway... tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday -We went to Taormina! It was probably one of the most beautiful towns i've ever seen and I can see why it is a tourist hot spot becuase it was gorgeous. It's set up on the hills so when you look over this one main balcony at the piazza its like a square and you look and see nothing it seems like the world has ended but when you look down there is the sea. Also the Teatro Greco there was realllllly big and quite beautiful as well.. and they still have people perform there today like they had Bob Dylan even one time! Wow anyways I liked Taormina a lot!! We went around and saw all the sights... and then there were also the kids who were living in Taormina for the exchange week and I got to see my american friend Liz right before she went home :\ Taormina was a really beautiful city at the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Friday we went to school again, but this time we went to the scientific school instead of the artistic school and we had to talk to kids about the afs experience for 4 hours... which was really not fun. At the end we got to tour the school though and that was cool to see the differences... I noticed that there is a lot more graffiti in this school but I also saw a computer lab with what looked like brand new flat screen computers (which we definetly do not have in the north) and that was really cool. In short the schools in Siciliy definetly are different but I didn't exactly see a change for the worse which means either the school I go to in the north is really ghetto and old or there just aren't that many differences. Friday night all the AFS'ers and the parents and the vollunteers went out for pizzaaaaaa and then the intercultra kids all went to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - We all woke up feeling very sad that this was our last morning here in Siracusa... a couple of us met for breakfast on Ortegia and then did a little bit of tourist shopping and we got to see the seaside (actually the whole of ortegia, it took like, 30 minutes to walk the entire town) and then it was time to go back to the families so we could say goodbye and get driven to the airport. I really love my host family in the south as well, and I noticed that people in the south in general are more open. My family was really nice and I couldn't have asked for sweeter people and hopefully I'll be able to head down there to say bye before I go back to the states!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Milan Saturday afternoon and that night I went to a party with my danish friend Nanna of a girl that was going to our school for four months but then she had to go back home to Australia. Sunday after that was sooo hot that all I could do was lay outside and melt... I am pretty sure I will die during the summer here because in these days it just keeps getting hotter and hotter. Then easter break started the 1st of April! We had an 11 day break... it was wonderful but at the same time really sucked because it was so hot and exactly like summer and knowing that I had to go back to school in 11 days was terrible. Anyway I got to go to Rome with the family of my friend Tonje... in a camperrr! Rome was amazing, really really beautiful and everyone says that Rome is the most beautiful city in Italy and I didn't really believe it but one time we were on a boat touring the river and seeing all the sights from the river and then we got off and as we were walking up to a bar to get some coffee there was just a really small, beautiful fountain right in front like a miniature piazza and the thing that makes Rome so pretty is that it is absolutely full of things like these, just old old parts of Rome scattered all over the city. Other things we got to see were the Sistene Chapel, the Colluseum, the Pantheon, the Piazza di Spagna, St. Peter's Bascilica (all decked out for easter). We also went to Genova to see Tonje's norwegian parents, and we got to go to the most enormous aquarium i'd ever seen. Genova is on the seaside and they have a huge aquarium for everything literally everything was inside not just sea animals also like rainforest simulations with like frogs and croccadiles it was awesome. We spent about 4 hours there and then went out to lunch with Tonje's parents, and then we headed home because Tonje had to study and that was the end of 6 days of the break. The rest of the break I just hung out with my friends, tanned, and dreaded going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Break ended, I had to go back to school but a couple weekends ago (or last weekend or something) I got to go to Venice with my friend Mollie! I am really lucky because my family actually has a little apartment in Venice, and it was sooo beautiful. A city built on water with the littlest streets and corners you turn to find piazzas and absolutly no cars. Venice was really amazing, me and Mollie went to see everything from the HUGE piazza San Marco, the bridge Rialto, the gondolas, everything was so so so gorgeous and just like in a fairytale like every story you read about venice being like a fairytale is really right it's crazy. We also saw parks of venice... and I bought a mask! Venice is FULL of masks like everywhere you go there are tons of mask shops because yeah, it's famous for them and they cost from 8 euros to like 400 or 1000. There are all types and I definetly have to say that the thing i liked the most about Venice was all the masks. Everytime we passed a shop I had to go in it and look at all the masks... Mollie was kind of mad at the end of the day because we'd gone in about 400 mask shops. When we came back.. suprise suprise school again. 39 days left! Kill me. Anyway one day after school (Saturday) a bunch of fasiscts decided to drop by our school and say hi! It was definetly the scariest thing I had ever seen. All the professors had to stay outside the school because the fascists came to like, start fights and we stayed there for 3 hours in the end! Right now there is new graffiti like Nazi! on the side of my school, thanks guys. The thing is that people are really dangerous here like I didn't get it because, hello I'm from Alaska I just have to worry about polar bears entering my tent at night and stuff but me and my friend Marco had to get a ride home at 3 in the afternoon, broad daylight, because it was too dangerous to walk 15 minutes to our houses. So the rest of the day I was very shocked and it was just a really freaky experience. The reason they were there is because yesterday, the 25 of April, is the day that Italy was liberated from Fascism. So yesterday there was a huge manifestazione-festa at Duomo where we all celebrated not being nazis and other good things. Then me, my brother and a bunch of friends all went to Parco Sempione where we got to sit in the grass and listen to drum music for like a billion hours it was amazing because they were so good! Yesterday was also really really REALLY hot like 85 degrees and I really don't know how I am supposed to survive here. Anyways... everytime I write I'm just reminded of what a short time I have left here so I'm going to go out and enjoy it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News&lt;br /&gt;- Signed up for the SAT&lt;br /&gt;- Going to see David Guetta&lt;br /&gt;- 2 1/2 months left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update more, but as days get shorter here chances are it's not gonna happen haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-5776626278554533171?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5776626278554533171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-12-months-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/5776626278554533171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/5776626278554533171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-12-months-left.html' title='2 1/2 months left'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-8843383366264083502</id><published>2010-03-15T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:40:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>SOrrry I haven't updated in like a.. month :/ haha But things have been a little crazy these weeks. What has happened - Festa Della Donna, Class Trip to Muncich, going to Sicily in 4 days, Easter approaching mad fast, ect. Okay, so from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festa Della Donna is actually International Women's Day. March 8th -  I had never heard of this holiday before and am deeply disappointed in the USA because it is just a day where everyone wishes the women best wishes and then they give them really pretty flowers called mimosas and this holiday is excellent. The italians also give special importance to it because in March ( although it happened on the 23 I think, not the 8th) there was an accident in a factory that happened in NEW YORK involving a bunch of jewish and italian immigrant women... they were locked on the factory's 7/8/9 floors because the boss didn't want them taking smoking breaks during the day, but then there was a fire that killed about 150 of them I guess.. they had to jump out the window or be burned to death and it's really sad but i still don't understand why the freaking USA doesn't respect this holiday when hello it happened in NEW YORK what is going on people we are slacking... anyway in Italy the boys give you pretty yellow flowers that stand for womenness. It's nice. A friend in one of my classes gave me these flowers and I was so so so happy because they were so pretty and I didn't even know what they were for.. so I went home and I was like AUGURI to my mom (best wishes) and she had a confused look on her face and then rememebered that it was Women's day. Then i held up my flowers to show her and said guarda! which means look... but it didn't say look at what i got i just said look and her face got so happy and she started saying AWEEE QUANTO SEI CARINA (how cute are you) and took the flowers. I.. ended up just leaving it be hahahah because I didn't want to say ahh em! ehem.. hahahah but it was a really funny story all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Trip to Munich&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on the 9th of March I went on a class trip with 2 of my 8 classes that I frequent, it was the funnest class trip i've ever done and they just will never be the same in america :/ First, we met at a wonderful hour of 6 am to get on the buses to drive (yeahhhh) to Ginevra in Switzerland. Super fun 8 hour drive, slept most of the way... When we arrived in Ginevra it was realllly beautiful sunny day, and freezing cold with a wind that blew people over. Me and two of my friends decided to get lunch at starbucks, I almost had a heart attack when I saw it (i'm not kidding there's pictures I am legit freaking out)... I then had my 6 dollar latte (thanks switzerland) and started to cry because it was so... bad. WHAT HAPPENED THE COFFEE HERE HAS CORRUPTED ME. Just kidding.. but literally I was drinking it and could not taste the coffee whatsoever it tasted like a glass of milk. I have no idea how this is going to work when I get home hahaha. Anyways we ate lunch and then went back to the bus because then we got to to visit the united nations! Just a reminder, entry to the united nations is just like airport entry. Meaning if you bring a little swiss knife they probably aren't going to be pleased with you. My friend and I both had them and the security guards had a good laugh at us before waving us through haha. However, the united nations building was so so so beautiful and really interesting and I was thinking about maybe a future job there because it was really just an interesting place that was soooo nice and working overseas is of course.. my dream haha. Anyway, we took a big tour of the place, which was huge, and there was so much art in the building that like different countries donate as presents and respect for being in the UN and it was really beautiful. We also got to see one of the big rooms that you see on like C-Span or whatever where they have the conferences with all the nations.. they are HUGE. After we finished there we went to the hotel (in France, apparently it's a bit cheaper hahahah) where we spent the night. We all ate dinner and then after dinner went in search of a pub or something to have a drink but the town was so tiny so the pub we found was 3 other people and about 30 of us. I went with the quinta classes (the last year in high school here, so all the people are 18-19) because unfortunatly my class didn't get the chance to go on a trip this year but I was lucky enough to talk to my teacher and go with these classes :) So we decided to start the trip to Germany with 4 liters of beer for 6 of us... nice ahahah. We got back to the hotel at about 1 and everyone went to bed. The day after we went to CERN! If you don't know what CERN is, its a huge science center in Ginevra that has the worlds biggest particle accelerator and is also where they study nuclear reactions. We did a tour there for a little while, it was really interesting but kind of for just kids our age because there was a big area with lots of interactive activities where they explained what they did and stuff (in case you didn't know, the World Wide Web (internet) was invented at CERN). I wanted to see more parts of the building but we didn't get to and that's okay I'm guessing we would have broke something anyway :) Anyway after that we had a little time for lunch in Ginevra and then we went to a Red Cross Museum! That was also really cool.. all the exibits here are amazing and full of the most beautiful art. After that we went back to Ginevra... me and my two friends decided to go to an art gallery because it was freaking freezing outside and I didn't really want to (because I don't like art museums that much? Well this gallery was more contemporary and it was FREAKING AWESOME! Some of the most beautiful artwork i've ever seen.. and then there was like a 6 foot fat cat statue that I didn't understand but whatever. After that we went to McDonalds to get tea, but I saw a store next to it with a bunch of cool looking shoes in the windows so I went in and was pleasantly suprised to find like, heaven.. And i got teh craziest 4 inch heels for what is considered really cheap (30 dollars) and i was quite pleased. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy when I brought a shopping bag onto the bus though.. and gave me even crazier looks when i showed them what the shoes looked like hahah. Anyway after that we got in the bus and took a five hour or 8 hour drive to Munich in Germany. We got to the hotel pretty late, ate dinner, everyone went in the hotel lobby and drank really good beer and we finished everything at about 2 am. When I read the itinirary for the trip it said hotel and staying at 8/9 pm every night.. i figured out pretty quick that that was not going to happen haha but that's okay! The next morning we went to the concentration camp Dachau... it was really sad. Not just because it was a concentration camp, but because it was so clean and... didn't seem like anything had ever happened there. We went in the gas room, the crematorium, and it was just so hard to believe that the places where we were walking was where my ancestors walked too.. to their death and i don't know how to explain it but it was really just unbelievable. My friend that went to other concentration camps said that in fact Dachau wasn't that bad.. the other camps were much much worse and it really seemed too nice or something this one. However it really does make you think. Dachau was just for men, it was the first concentration camp and all the other camps were based off of its design. It had a gas room but they never used it for killing people, just for experiements (and some of the experiments they did were excuse me - fucking sick). After a creepy and surreal morning, we went out and ate lunch and then went to the center of Munich and the beer brewery. The people that worked there told us that the brewery had 3,500 seating places and on a normal saturday night served over 20,000 people. That is a lot. of beer. The waiters and waitresses were also wearing like the german laderhosen costumes or how they are called.. it was pretty cool ;) At 6.30 we all went back to the hotel in the buses, and I was laughing so hard because everyone was pretty drunk at this point and my teacher was like SHUT UP YOU DRUNKARDS because we were all singing in the bus and i could not stop laughing haha but it was really fun. We all ate dinner and then stayed in the hotel that night.. talking and drinking MORE beer in the lobby until an angry german came down, yelled at us in german, and the yelled did you understand?!?! (Well of course, happen to have studied german my whole life duh.. haha) anyway then we all went to bed. The day after we went to museums, the Pinotek? I don't know how to write it! Where there was Van Gogh, Monet, Degas, Dali, a bunch of really beautiful art. We then went to another contemporary art museum which was also really cool... it was art all morning :) For lunch we all went to the birriria (not my choice at that point) and then we continued to go to another museum - a science one that had like WW II planes, ships, eletrical experiements, it was HUGE. That night, Friday, was our last night so we split into a couple groups and some of us went to the disco and some of us went to the birriria (AGAIN). I went to the disco :) However, to get into the center we had to take the metro.. that was hilarious because everything was in german so of course we couldn't understand it and then about 3 trains went by without stopping so we were all confused to start with and then the prof was screaming at all the kids that he wasn't letting them go if they didn't show him where the disco was on the map and then all the kids were trying to show him and the other prof was in a corner shouting to himself.. it was a big mess but in the end really fun! The disco that we went to was called Max and Moritz, we tried to go to a really famous disco (there's also one in Ibiza, Spain and New York) called Pacha and it's like known worldwide but they were unfortunately having a private party that night. So we walked past two buildings and we went to the other disco! In Italy discos are kind of expensive, usually 15-20 euros or more. In Munich, it was 5. This pleased me. Also, when we walked in the door they all said welcome! and gave us a shot of some peach liqueur. Dancing in Germany was really fun :) At the end, around 2 or 3 the prof's came to get us and they came inside the disco to get us and I was laughing so hard because we were all just dancing and then the prof was like... everybody needs to leave.. hahaha it was quite funny to see them inside the disco but we all went out and went to the hotel for bed. The next morning we hopped right on the bus and drove to a place that had these really beautiful castles and I can't remember the name right now. However, we hiked up a long winding path to go see this HUGE castle on a hill and it was so so so beautiful probably the most beautiful castle i've ever seen and the view was so stunning and it was a perfect day not too cold with light snow hahha. Once we finished touring the castle we went back down to the buses and drove a beautiful 8 hours to Milan.. where the trip was finallly over at 9.30 at night. It was so much fun and i'm really lucky that I got to go because I made a bunch of new friends and saw some really cool things. I got home at like 10 and then figured I should go to bed.. until I went on facebook and saw that there was a really cool dj playing at the disco so yeah I went to bed at 7 am after that trip... and then slept all sunday. Monday we had to go back to school which was terrible especially after having vacation but there was sun and it was actually pretty hot! Monday afternoon I made a cheesecake for my mom because today (Tuesday) was her birthday. Then Tuesday was all normal, school, gym, sleeeeep haha and it was so hot today (at least for me, not saying much because I'm from Alaska but whatever) and then we had a big dinner because it was my mom's birthday and everyone liked the cheesecake :) Tomorrow (Wednesday) is ST Patricks Day and I'm so excited!!! Not because Italy celebrates it or anything.. haha but because my dad is all irish and english so I am very proud of my heritage and so a couple of us from intercultra are going out for a happy hour to also celebrate being in Milan for 6 months!!! Wow.. time really does fly. Then, this Saturday I will be going to Siracusa Sicily for a week and i'll make sure to update after that and tell you how it all was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMUNQUEEE arrivaderci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-8843383366264083502?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8843383366264083502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/8843383366264083502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/8843383366264083502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-7131310449757263946</id><published>2010-02-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:04:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>Sooooo news news news. The sun has returned to Milanoo!!!! Today is soooo beautiful, quite warm, sunnnnyyyy :D and just all around lovely. So I'm going to write backwards again because that seems to be the only thing that helps me remember.... Yesterday I went skiing with my brother and his friend Matteo in some beautiful place that I can't remember the name of... it was a french name and they are very long and complicated. However, we got to wake up at 6 (awesome, wish I could do this more :D ) and after a 2 hour drive we were there. It was so amazing and the snow was perfect, not icy at all even though it was super cold, and the sun rose up quickly and it absolutley the most beautiful place I've ever seen maybe.. there are really too many beautiful places here. After skiing for like 4 hours we ate lunch in the sun and then just stayed there for another 2 hours, talking and sunbathing and it was soooo hot! After that we finished skiing and drove back to Milan... I think it was probably the best day of skiing i've had here so far which is pretty cool because I've skied quite a bit but GOD it was so beautiful. I can't post pictures because my camera died and I don't have a charger transformer, but when I get it charged I'll make sure to post more pictures. Other news is that since yesterday, I have been in Milan for 5 months. It has gone by so quickly but I don't mind because it's literally been the best time of my life, ever... Even a bad day in Italy is still a day in Italy and I'm completely thankful for that. I'm sad to say that many of my american friends went home, because of various reasons ranging from not liking where they were to getting sent home for really stupid reasons (sometimes not even their fault). I am happy that I don't have problems with Intercultura and I really think they've helped me out a lot, but I can understand when people do have problems with them because sometimes it really is hard to get help, and then you feel all alone in a foreign country and that is shiiittyyy. I went through this a couple times in the first part of my stay here, and lets just say it was really not fun at all but while I was lucky enough to have a fantastic advisor and new host family, some people aren't as lucky :( On a lighter note.. things I have done since I wrote last&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Torino (Turin) with my class for a day, it was a really pretty city in my opinion but there was NO ONE there! Completely empty! We went to one of the biggest piazzas, and literally maybe 4 people were there... it was strange to see a big place so empty. We did see many beautiful churches which was cool because even though I'm living in Italy which is like known for its churches its often hard to go seem them without a program because of various reasons like they're all spread out... I'm glad that I got to go with my class to see everything :) We all ate pizza and then finished walking around, that day was FREEEZING cold literally frigid but still fun.. In the morning I was just dying because it was so cold but in the afternoon it warmed up a bit. Milan is still prettier. :D&lt;br /&gt;- I also got to go to a planetarium/servatorio with my another class of mine to see the planets/starts... it was in the most BEAUTIFUL place ever in the mountains and there was snowww and sun and cold but it was really pretty. First we got to see a huge telescope that they view all the planets with, the kind that has the dome open on the top (I don't know what it is called) and then the dome opens and the telescope comes out... that was really cool. After we got to see some of the videos/pictures they took of the sun in motion... to see the blank spots on it and to see some bursts of fire... while I'm writing this I feel like it sounds really wierd but that's probably because my english has gone to complete crap. I now get corrected more in English class than I get called on.. and the teacher is usually right.. However planetarium... we stayed there until really late at night so that we could see the constellations / stars with our naked eyes and then there was this laser that went all the way into the sky and you could see where the guy was pointing with it, at the stars.. I was proud when he said it was an american invention :D We also got to sit in this place that was the planetarium but it was like a movie theater but instead of staring at a screen you stared at the ceiling which was a round dome and the image projected made you feel like you were in space! I thought it was so cool and I wanted to stay awake so bad but the chairs were so comfy and they leaned back and everything so after about half hour I fell asleep for the next half hour :( Haha but it was a really cool trip and I learned a bunch of things about the constellations... like how difficult the are to see and how much respect I have for people that can find them because I sure can't hahah.&lt;br /&gt;- I'll also being going to Switzerland/Germany for my class trip, one week in March to see CERN (if you've read the Da Vinci Code you've heard of it, if not it is a big science center that has the biggest particle accelerator in the world that stretches underground from Switzerland through France and back to Switzerland in a circle). We are also going to visit a concentration camp in Germany... I'm really excited that I get to go there and see where everything happened but I am also scared because I don't know what kind of effect it is going to have on me, knowing that some of my relatives were in these places.. I'll make sure to write about it when I see it though.&lt;br /&gt;- Also in March, Tonje (my best friend from Norway) and I are going to Augusta, Sicila for 1 week for the exchange week!!! I am so excited... Augusta is on east side of Sicily about an hour away from Catania (a bigger city with an airport). I can't explain how different it is going to be.. after hearing everyone complain/praise Sicily I can say that I'm really excited to find out what it is going to be like. Also, there will be sun! (Hopefully) and it will be Beautifull!!&lt;br /&gt;- I made my family pancakes. At home, I used to make pancakes for my friends practically every Sunday, but this was the first time I made them here and my family loved them, really a lot.. except for Lorenzo because he is a stubborn italian that went to America for a year and now has some sort of grudge against american food. It was really funny though because me and my american friend Mollie made them in the morning, and then my brother Riccardo said can I have a bite? And we were like sure sure try it! And after he tasted it I was like how are they? And he like did his little italian shrugging of the shoulders...ehh... and then 2 minutes later he comes back and says can I have it all? hahaha like three enormous pancakes... :D So lets just say I started baking more and it is getting really positive results haha.&lt;br /&gt;- My friend Zoe from Seattle came to Milan for three days (she lives near Napoli) to take the ACT and it turns out she was living 5 minutes from me so we met up all the time after school and the one day that I skipped school (with my mother's permission of courrrse) we went on a tour of Milan.. it was really ugly that day because it was half snowing/raining/being stubbornly ugly but it was still fun. We went to see the inside of Duomo, and everytime I go in there it just amazes me how freaking HUGE it is it really is the biggest church ever... even though it's not it's like the 3rd biggest or something but I can't even imagine seeing one bigger than this! We also went to Abercrombie and Fitch for the first time, got our pictues taken with the model at the door because they just give you free polaroids it's awesome. When we were walking around we noticed that everyone kept saying "Hi, how is it going?" in such a formal voice we couldn't stop laughing because they taught the people that worked there to say that... I'm assuming they were told it was the latest thing to say in english while in reality no one talks like that.. and then when we were leaving we went to the cashier and said Hey what's up? to try and have them figure it out but I don't think he spoke english because he just had a really confused look on his face and was like.. ciaooo!? hahaha. After that we went to bake brownies at the house that Zoe was staying in (with some really cool adivsors)... turns out when you try and make brownies without an actual oven it's quite difficult. Plus way too much butter and not enough cocoa = some pretty... interesting sweets that your family will devour anyway and say that they were delicious. Zoe also tried to replace sugar with salt.. hahaha but right before she dumped it in we figured it out, and then just accidentally dumped it on the floor. This night was also the birthday of one of my intercultra friends, Carina from Germany. To celebrate her birthday we went where I thought (wrong) we would find all the germans in Italy - Le Fontanelle! It's a really famous birreria and bascially the most legit place ever.. after that we went to the disco and then finished up at about 5 :)&lt;br /&gt;- Now there is a small vacation (1 week) because of CARNEVALLEEEEE which is bascially like Halloween I don't really get it but it is one week where we do NOT have school and this is pleeeeasing to me. No promises on updating now because I feel bad for lying and saying I'd do it more and then.. not do it more.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;-Also, last thing. It has been five months. My stay here in Italy is "halfway over". Let's just say I am doing all I can possibly do to postpone going home :D Number one thing being that one of the classes I study science in INVITED ME TO GREECE WITH THEM FOR 10 DAYS! WOPOOO! I don't really want to write about the halfway stay because that just reminds me that time is now getting shorter instead of growing longer.. but I don't think it will be a problem just living in the moment :)&lt;br /&gt;A dopo &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-7131310449757263946?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7131310449757263946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/7131310449757263946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/7131310449757263946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-4292164751240440637</id><published>2010-01-21T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:27:41.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gatsby has reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1m1xhv9mqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SNA2wTHwPPc/s1600-h/IMG_4089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1m1xhv9mqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SNA2wTHwPPc/s320/IMG_4089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429570688249600674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told                    me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't                    had the advantages that you've had."&lt;br /&gt;-The Great Gatsby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1mzM6vy9-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MTRMRcrzF0w/s1600-h/IMG_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1mzM6vy9-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MTRMRcrzF0w/s320/IMG_4095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429567860281374690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1m0ADN7HkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mVjM8bUFllo/s1600-h/IMG_4061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1m0ADN7HkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mVjM8bUFllo/s320/IMG_4061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429568738728549954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1myZ52bbpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/POXsmLdvTZo/s1600-h/IMG_4088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1myZ52bbpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/POXsmLdvTZo/s320/IMG_4088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429566983867428498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snow-forecast.com/pistemaps/Tignes_pistemap_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 2000px; height: 1044px;" src="http://www.snow-forecast.com/pistemaps/Tignes_pistemap_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Liz said that for two blogs she writes I have to write at least one...I figure that a good amount of time has passed since my last update and my english has gotten more terrible than every so now is a great time to write again! It's just hard when writing seems so uninteresting and there are ENDLESS things to distract yourself with like, oh it's funner to count the number of colors on my pillow than it is to write this blog. So where to start. The last time I wrote was about New Years, which was amazing, and then I went to France for 7 days with my family to ski. So the morning we were headed out I asked my dad how long the drive was and he said about 4 1/2 - 5 hours because we're really close to France. Turned out that 5 hours actually means 12! WHoo! We drove all the way to a town that was right next to the town that we were supposed to be in, and there they told us that we couldn't continue this way because there was a snowfall blocking the road. So then we had to drive alllll the way (4 hours or so) back around the circle and go a different way. Hard to explain, but safe to say that at like 10 or so at night (we left at 9 am) we arrived! Wooo! The place that we went is called Tignes. Even though I'm pretty sure it only snowed once the whole week we were there, the day it snowed it snowed a BUNCH. THis made for fresh beautiful powder practically the whole week that was soooo wonderful and easy and fun. Also on the last day it snowed, and me and my brother got very, very lost. This ended with a half hour of walking to a freaking ski lift in the middle of nowhere. The ski plan is above :) So.. my family, my brother's girlfriend, and our family friends Silvia and Bianca Maria were who was there. We rented a like.. apartment I guess for a week and it was soso cute and had a little fireplace and everything and a COFFEE machine and I drank like, american coffee for a whole week and I was... thoroughly dissapointed. Ohh dear. I think I will be definetley bringing back a coffee machine to the states because it just doesn't cut it anymore :( Apparently my spelling is so terrible that the word I'm trying to get doesn't even come up when you click spell check. This is bad. Oh well... the snow was amazing, it was so much fun to go for 7 days even though I was really happy to return to Milan too. So I first tried it in France but apparently we have it here too it's called Vin Brule and it's like heated wine... it is SO. GOOD. It tastes like apple cider but with a slightly bitter aftertaste and MANNNNN it is delicious I pretty much had it everyday. Also the hot chocolate in France is terrible like the kind you buy out of a machine in America and I am sorry but everyone needs to work on their hot chocolate skills. Except Italy, they got it down. France has a lot of cheese. It's really good. We had cheese every single night for dinner. In the end it was a little too much cheese. But it was still pretty good. After we got home from skiing i usually feel right (is that right?) asleep... but one night my family taught me how to play 7 1/2 which is like the same as blackjack but instead of 21 its 7 1/2 and I started out with a euro and ended with 6 (we played with small coins) so yea that was really fun. Also one night there was live music at one of the bars in the tiny place that we stayed  (you can see it on the map in the far right corner, on the lake called Tinges les Brevieres). So, my brothers, Silvia, Vanessa and I went to listen for an hour or so and it was pretty fun the people who played were actually really good and then there was some drunken frenchmen dancing around which was nice too. However most of the french are kind of snobby. But I still like their country. Then, on Saturday, fter another wonderful 7 hour drive, we returned to Milan. I was pretty tired so  me and Tonje decided to go to a bar and then go to bed early at around 1. Now... more updates? Nn lo so haha. I've been pretty sick for like a week and haven't been going to school very regularly because in the US it's normal to go to school when your sick and cough at school or whatever but here when I coughed everybody looked at me like I was a freak and was like... why aren't you home? So I think it's better to stay home haha. Also here it's really interesting they are SUPER GREEN. We were talking about recycling the other day in class and there was only ONE girl who's family only recycled like.. a little I think. Everyone separates their trash and then takes it down to the parking in the apartment building where there are different bins to put in the different types of trash. If you don't recycle right, you get fined. Also, instead of kleenex in classes (this is a bit gross) they all carry around hankerchiefs like it's the 1800's. I respect that this is super green and you save a lot of paper and stuff but it's still kind of gross when people blow their nose and then put it back in their pocket.. that's a little harder for me to get used to. Right now to improve my italian more I am watching all these movies in italian with the subtitles in italian... it's not that difficult but without the subtitles it is for me because everyone speaks DIFFERENT and it makes it harder to understand. I really don't know what to write about now! A couple days ago I went to a happy hour with my friend Costy, and it was more of a like meeting of people than aperitivo and we talked about what's happening in the south of Italy with the mafia. The guy that spoke at the meeting told us about how there was a big mafia boss who got arrested by the police and all of his orchids and fields and things were abandoned because he wasn't there to order people around, so a group of people called Terra Libera which means free earth got together and started cultivating the fields which is like a positive thing you can do to protest the mafia... and the mafia family down there got really mad that they were being productive and stuff (they make wine, tomato sauce, pesto, ect..) and the workers found a gutted dog on the fields with all the insides and blood smeared everywhere and this was a sign that if they didn't stop the mafia was going to kill them and stuff. However they keep going... It's a really big problem, the Mafia here. In America I think that we think the mafia is a joke like something you see on television or something like Scarface I don't know, but it's actually a huge problem in Italy and they are really worried about it and it's hard to understand that this stuff is really happening like people disappear and things happen and some people just choose to not think about it but it's really happening. Also apparently before I left for France I recharged my metro card for April. I was unaware that you could do this. But yea, YOU CANN! ha.. Remember foreigners that here the date ALWAYS goes DAY/ MONTH/ YEAR not Month/day/year. It is now the 21st and I still have not changed it. It's not necessarily lazyness just non dedicatedness. IM SORRY I WILL START UPDATING MORE I PROMISE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-4292164751240440637?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4292164751240440637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-gatsby-has-reason.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/4292164751240440637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/4292164751240440637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-gatsby-has-reason.html' title='The Great Gatsby has reason'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/S1m1xhv9mqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SNA2wTHwPPc/s72-c/IMG_4089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-1844082899340595113</id><published>2009-12-30T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:17:57.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/Sz50dCzpumI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sjXnan2rz0c/s1600-h/P1010254..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/Sz50dCzpumI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sjXnan2rz0c/s400/P1010254..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421899043719199330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      The best family in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture. Culture culture culture. Italian culture.. where to start. Haven't a clue. I guess I should start by saying that I kind of wanted to write about more than just my days in this one... So here's a little insight on italian culture. I'm just going to flat out say it, italians are very proud people. They're really self concious, proud people. . A italian friend commented on a american friend of mine saying "SOS diet" on her wall. Now any american would be like, WTF is your problem are you calling me fat I am going to kick your ass. However, this was followed by the guy who said it explaining that he didn't mean to be offensive, but that when my friend went back to the United States he wanted her to be beautiful so that people would think that Italians were beautiful. Now, I don't really know anyone who would ever derive that from that kind of statement.. but that's how italians are. Almost ALL italians!! It is so different and .... experiencing this culture is just like WOW. It's like you can't believe what some people say because it's so direct and unforgiving but they don't mean it as mean! They don't even want to hurt your feelings... they just want you to look good so that they as a country look good. I also talked to on of my friend's parents because I wanted to get opinions on what Italians think of their culture... I asked her dad what he liked most about Italy and got a really unclear answer that I didn't understand (like he said it was beautiful... and some other stuff but there was a lot of uncertainty). Then I asked him what he least liked about Italy and he only had one answer, italians. As in the people. It's like this country is full of people who 1)love their country but also 2) are ashamed of the people living here as well. I live in the north, and one of the first things that my family explained to me is that there are almost two different Italys. (Italies? No lo so :P) There's the north, which ends at about Rome, and then there is the south. Everyone says that the north and the south really don't like each other. The south says that the north is full of people who work too much and don't know how to have fun, and the north says that the south is full of people who never work because they are lazy and just sit around all day. However, the north reallllyyy doesn't like the south, but when I talk to my intercultura friends who are staying in the south they say that the south doesn't really even have a problem with the north. When I said this to my family they came down with one reason.. money (why is everything always about the money?) I guess that the north (since they work more) ends up giving money to the south in a way? And they don't like it because they don't think that the south has earned it.. it's all very complex but I think it's really sad that they believe their country is so divided. I love Italy, above ALL the italians... so I don't know. I am very lucky to be blessed with an amazing city, and amazing family, and absolutely wonderful friends. I know many people who did not get this lucky and I don't know.. every experience is different? But sometimes when I hear about my friend's family problems and such I feel terrible because I do know what that's like, I lived it for 3 months.. and just now it's like there's a fit. I think the more you love something the more you want to be... like that. Tipo, I am absolutely innamorata with Italia.. and that just makes me want to learn the language more, makes me want to have more italian fashion... want's to make me lose weight because they are... obsessed with being thin here, like that's just how it is. That is their culture. The place that believes that they have the best food in the world wants you to eat eat eat it but not gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC - Italian teens really love this thing called house music. Like, they're OBSESSED with it. House is the type of music they play at discos... so it's kind of like techno but less lame. It's just pumped up electro dance music... well that's their culture music. No joke, forget about italian swooners or whatever there is no one serenading you here... but they love house. :P&lt;br /&gt;Fashion - For the most part, Milan has AMAZING fashion. However there seems to be a trend of MICHELAN MAN PUFFY JACKETS. No joke, it's basically a plague. Sometimes, you might be lucky enough to see the michelan man puffy jacket trenchcoat. It's a pretty killer sight :D Other than that... all the girls wear skinny jeans. You will see a rare person wearing flare pants. Even on the subway, which is where you see the most freaking variety of people... THEY ARE ALL slim cut jeans. Luckily, I decided to come with one pair! Hahah. Boots are common.. but unlike America only guys wear skate shoes, and guys only wear skate shoes sometimes. Girls wear low sneakers... like keds or something I dont know but they're like little shoes :P haha Unless it's the weekend or a party... then it's always heels. Other than that they dress nice for everything... not many a person wears sweatpants and things like that to school. Guys... when I was reading blogs of people in Italy when I was in America they all said that guys dressed really gay, like tight tight jeans and stuff, the same as girls. However, in Milan I have only seen a few guys wear skinny jeans.. they wear normal clothes like hoodies, t-shirts, button up shirts, pants, there's some gangster pants, there's some skinny jeans.... But no one has their boxers hanging out because they don't wear boxers... okay yea. I think that people here just tend to dress a bit nicer for normal everyday things... like in America we say oh well i'm not getting dressed up to go to the grocery store.. well they get dressed up to go to the grocery store here. Think that has to do with the whole "proud people" thing. Neeext.&lt;br /&gt;Allora... enough of that and now on to Natale!!!&lt;br /&gt;Natale is Christmas... and they're big on Christmas. However.. I have to say I was expecting very different. I think we all were... Christmas here is super different! At home, christmas is a big family day that you would be reaaaaalllly lucky to get out of and go play with your friends but it is most likely not going to happen because it is FAMILY TIME. Alllora for christmas here, we all woke up at about 10 or so and opened presents... or presented each other presents because we had gone shopping for them the day before (my brothers don't like suprises? I guess... so what they do is their parents take them shopping and they get to pick out what they want, pretty sweet deal). For christmas i got a really cute dress from my brothers, a book in italian (yeaaaaahhh) a journal, and a Swarvoski crystal necklace from my host parents. They are pretty much my favorite people ever.  I gave my host parents wine, and then also joined in with my brothers and we all bought them a new keyboard for the computer and a really nice pair of motorcycle gloves for the dad. I wanted to get my brothers something cool and suprising, but shopping for guys is FREAKING HARD. Too hard. So I got them soccer balls haha. After we opened presents we had lunch... which also wasn't as big as deal as I thought it would be... I know that other exchange students had different meal experiences haha. First we had these appetizer things that were like puff pastry.. shrimp with lots of goo that were really pretty but I declined eating because my family knows I don't like mayonaise .. and I am open to new experiences I mean I ate pate (liver) before I knew what it was haha... allora after that we had raviolinni.. which are really little ravioli in broth and they were good.. then everyone had meat like there must have been 3 pounds of pate. I politely declined. There was a lot of prosciutto and stuff like that.. and then we had Pandoro and Panettone for dessert. Pandoro is like the delicious, free of disgusting dried fruit version of panettone. Panettone is fruitcake. Fruitcake is the same all around the world. Fruit cakey and non appealing. After lunch (which was just my family and my dad's grandma), my brothers went out to hang out with their friends... I was kind of unaware that this was allowed aha so I pretty much sat around all day.. I also went on a walk from Duomo to my house... which was cool because it is actually not that far and it was a really pretty day with lots of sun. I felt kind of homesick on this day, but I'm guessing thats normal. That night, I thought that we (Lorenzo, Riccardo and I) were going out for drinks with their cousins.. turns out everyone goes out for drinks on christmas night! There was about 40 people... then they played soccer until 3 in the morning when we went home. It was cool. I enjoy these new traditions.. ha. The rest of break was fun... my friend Mollie from Monza slept over... I don't really remember doing anything too amazing but yea it was fun. Then... BUON CAPODANNO! Today is New Years... which means BIGGGG party here. Last night I went to a place in the mountains called Binago with my friends from school... my friend Federica has a house there and her parents let us use it for our new years party whooo!!!! Popping champagne.... setting off fireworks.. going to bed at 5 am... it was quite a fun night :) I'm just saying, when the italians say they are going to do the shopping for alcohol.. they really do it, something like 200 dollars worth. Haha first my friend's dad came to get all of us (there was like 20 of us) from the train station... and there was a BUNCH of wine in these plastic bags and we were walking to Fede's house when two bottles accidentally dropped and broke... her dad started laughing at us. Why is this country so chill. Just describing the festivities too... not trying to endorse underage drinking or anything but that is what they do here. Except when we did the shake up champagne and spray it on all your friends thing my hair got a big shower and now it is really sticky and stuff from champagne STILL. When we got to the house Fede's mom cooked dinner for us all... they eat lentils on new years for good luck? Ok :) haha also red underwear. Red underwear is a must have. It is so much of a must have that when I said I wasn't wearing any because I didn't know about the traditions, a friend from school pulled out a red pair of underwear and threw them at me saying I knew extra's would come in handy! Carinissimaaa hahah. Anyway, I am soooo tired.. I slept 3 hours today, and tomorrow I will be going to France with my family for a week to ski, and then I will come back and write about it. However, I hope everyone had a fantastic new year and that this year will be the best yet.. it already has been for me and we've still got 6 months to go! By the way, I'm never coming home. Sorry mom and dad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGURI, HAPPY 2010!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-1844082899340595113?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1844082899340595113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/1844082899340595113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/1844082899340595113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/Sz50dCzpumI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sjXnan2rz0c/s72-c/P1010254..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-2205406836394834991</id><published>2009-12-12T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:13:33.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cleaning out my brain</title><content type='html'>Allora, I have much to say&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, I hate writing. ALRIGHT, now into the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and my friend Tonje went tanning for the first time here in Italy. Tonje tans a lot (she's from Norway) and I went a little back home too. We were both lookin' very similar to dead fish so we decided it was time to hit up a solarium. When we got there, the lady said "Viso?" and we assumed this was a tanning bed so we said yes, 2. Apparently Viso is when you sit in a chair and just have your face tanned. Nice. These were some odd looking contraptions that we had never seen before. After that failure, the lady asked us again what we wanted, and we said tipo letto? Like a bed? Well apparently here they don't have beds. They have these things literally translated into "showers" which is were you stand up in this like little box and have to raise your arms above your head for however long you go. It's TIRING. That was new. I also think I got sunburnt. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;This was the END of yesterday. This blog post is going to be in rewinnnddd!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier that day (Friday), my school had a manifestazione again. This time, I WENT for the FIRST TIME! And now I can officially say that manifestazione are the best things ever. First they set off all these smoke bombs outside my school, but other kids still went in (like my class, because they had a history test. Good thing I don't understand history). Then, what seemed like a small amount of people followed this big banner that these guys were holding and we walked to the metro stop and then more and more people joined, and we were crowding the streets and stopping traffic and all, pretty awesome. Every once in a while they'd set off these big sparklers. When we reached the metro, about like 200 or so of us now idk probably more like 400 or something, we all jumped over the metro things. It was so coool because there was like hundreds of kids jumping over the metro. Then we all got on a train and went to this place called Cairoli... where I met my friend MOLLY from America :) For about two hours we walked around in the streets following this big truck that had all this badass music, like a moving truck or something, and alll these people like TONS of people were walking and protesting. They also have some lovely, positive cheers, like - There is a disease in my city that can't be cleaned out, its called the police BASTARDI. Then they yell at everyone who is looking out their windows at the manifestazione and yell come down with us stop being lazy come down with us. It was a magical very fun day, which ended in Duomo. Mollie and I went to get some deeliciouss italian hot chocolate pudding like buisness :)&lt;br /&gt;Before friday was thursday, the only day i was in school this week besides saturday. Nothing happened on thursday. Obviously it was terrible because I actually had to LEARN. (Just kidding it was allright).&lt;br /&gt;Allora, the 4th of december (Friday) to the 9th (wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;There was a holiday in Italy from the 4th - the 8th of December, called Sant Ambrogio. This meant nooo school for 4 whole days! Enrico, a friend of my old family (explained a little down) invited me to go to Bormio (a town near the border of Switzerland) with him and his aunt/uncle and their wonderfully YOUNG four children. Did you know that young children frequently love to scream and express their joy as loudly as they can at 7 am? I sure didn't... However Bormio was beautiful, snowboarding (which I haven't done in forever) was a looot of fun but I'm also ridiculously sore from falling on my ass. It snowed on the second day I was there but they don't groom the slopes? This was cool because I really like fresh snow that's not groomed but it is also more difficult.. alloraaaa&lt;br /&gt;In Bormio I discovered a new found passion for WINE. Legit.&lt;br /&gt;One day, instead of skiing we went to a place REALLY near Switzerland called Livigno. Livigno is basically my dream town, because of one reason. The whole town is like a HUGE DUTY FREE STORE! Meaning it has no tax (the whole town). Meaning perfume, make up, clothes, designer sunglasses, vodka, cigarettes, and chocolate are VERY CHEAPPP. I bought the family I was staying with a bottle of wine as a thank you and procceded to throw away the rest of my money on a ridiculous amount of perfume. Successful. Tolberone bars were 1 euro too. Stocked up on  chocolate. Just to give you an idea. The rest of Bormio was really fun, I met up with a couple of classmates who I found out were staying there and we walked around the (tiny) town for a little, got lunch, and then I had to leave... it was reallly realllly small. Like one of those cute cobblestone towns that you see in the 1800's or whatever. I liked it very much :)&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night we drove to Lecco, where we stayed at Enrico's grandfathers house, which is HUGE and has the nicest view of Lake Como ever... it was sooo beautiful. I liked it there because you could see the stars, and I was always wondering why I can't see the stars in Milan. Then someone told me there was too much pollution. That's fantastic. Anyway it was nice to see the stars for once because I really missed them. From stars... to the beginning of the vacation, Sant' Ambrogio...  to switching families.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I thought I might be one of the few NOT switching families, but it actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Even harder to believe is the fact that I did not choose to switch families, the family chose that they couldn't host anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the old family I was with, because I know it is hard to have an exchange student (hello, we've had two). However, I also think that when you sign up for something as big as having someone from a different country live in your house for a year, there are a few important things you need to do&lt;br /&gt;1) Make sure your whole family actually WANTS an exchange student. Or at least doesn't mind having one. If you have a son or daughter that actually didn't/doesn't want an exchange student... LISTEN TO THEM. YOU ARE DOING THE EXCHANGE STUDENT A BIG. BIG. FAVOR.&lt;br /&gt;2) Flexibility is VERY important&lt;br /&gt;3) REALLY MAKE SURE YOUR WHOLE FAMILY WANTS ONE FIRST&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't give up. Either have one for a year, or don't have one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being said, there were some unsolvable difficulties in the other family that resulted in me staying with the AFS housing advisor now, Claudia and her family. However I loveeee my new family which is good as well :) They have hosted two times before, and that makes me feel a lot more comfortable because they aren't suprised by a lot of stuff and know what the very different life of an exchange student is like. In a way I feel luckier than some exchange students. Im sure that if I had gotten put with a successful family the first time then I would feel different, but still, switching families is not something that everyone gets to do and its a completely new, more rare exchange experience. OH WELLLLL because the main thing now is that this family is completely freaking awesome and I basically love them. I still go to the same school, but now live in a bigger house and have my own room :D This is really, realllllly nice. My mom works for intercultura, my dad has a job that he wears a suit to, and I have two brothers. One actually just came back from studying in australia today (its tuesday the 15th... these posts take a long time to write) and he's 21, the other is 18 and studies in a school called Bottoni or something. The schools that all start with B are so easy to get mixed up because there is literally like a hundred of them... Everyone loves to talk and they all really love each other too which is kind of ridiculously adorable.&lt;br /&gt; Alloraaaaa..... new other things. I went to Brescia this sunday for Santa Lucia festival.... it was fun.. I was an angel, we also had reindeers/bears, elves, santa clauses, and like... farmers. I don't know what they were exactly but it was legit. The only not legit part was that we walked around singing christmas carols... for 6 hours straight in the FREEZING COLD. Brescia is very pretty. We got hot chocolate. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going skiing in France. Excellent family switching timing if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone here thinks Amanda Knox is really, really, really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;- Berluscconi got punched in the face.. with a statue... they really don't like him here&lt;br /&gt;- Finals suck. All over the world, finals suck.&lt;br /&gt;- I actually don't know anyone with a real tree.. they are all made out of plastic.. hahah I was so excited like "We're getting a tree? Really?!" - Yea, help me come unpack it from this box! haha&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas = Natale&lt;br /&gt;- I forgot my first english word today and I still can't remember it. It's irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate italian mail. One of the very few things I hate. Because even when you expedite something, it will still take a month to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;- It snowed for ten minutes. Best ten minutes EVER.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPPPYYY HOLLIDAYS EVERBODY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;baci baci baci :) Kisses for all!&lt;br /&gt;A dopo, Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-2205406836394834991?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2205406836394834991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-cleaning-out-my-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/2205406836394834991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/2205406836394834991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-cleaning-out-my-brain.html' title='I&apos;m cleaning out my brain'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-7486546509137201344</id><published>2009-11-23T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:28:46.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results of me being too freakin' annoyed to write a blog</title><content type='html'>I can absolutely not think of anything to talk about at the moment! More updates later.. when something interesting happens..&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a81017b69a1e7fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a81017b69a1e7fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331109797%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5ED20865BF8680D2990021562A8911920B1C7512.28E16EFC783E907D56BEE26DC6B4821D4EDD906F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a81017b69a1e7fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhFCNjjlvjn-eQ8cjXkRNHqQu7_o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a81017b69a1e7fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331109797%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5ED20865BF8680D2990021562A8911920B1C7512.28E16EFC783E907D56BEE26DC6B4821D4EDD906F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a81017b69a1e7fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhFCNjjlvjn-eQ8cjXkRNHqQu7_o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-7486546509137201344?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7486546509137201344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/results-of-me-being-to-freakin-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/7486546509137201344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/7486546509137201344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/results-of-me-being-to-freakin-annoyed.html' title='The Results of me being too freakin&apos; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV7LFlsSZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kao5kw1GwT4/s320/P1010221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401358758509824402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV7G-0kjVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_eEBku2K7_Y/s1600-h/P1010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV7G-0kjVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_eEBku2K7_Y/s320/P1010217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401358687973707090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV6YBCstOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/trmwY12ElkU/s1600-h/P1010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV6YBCstOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/trmwY12ElkU/s320/P1010178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401357881115981026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh mio dio. Blogs are getting harder and harder to write, because most of the time I just want to keep living and not keep a record of it but I'm sticking it thru because 1) i need an english credit 2) i'm sure I'll be happier when I'm done. Also, I loved reading the blogs of people that were in Italy while I was waiting to go to Italy so if you are preparing to go... I hope you enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday I had the fannnntastic opportunity to go to a Lily Allen Concert. It was completely legit. Alcatraz, the place where the concerto was held, is a realllly big dance hall/disco/bar place. I went with Mollie (from USA), Tonje (Norway), and Vale (an AFS advisor from Monza). It was AWESOME!!!! She was about 45 minutes late on the stage, and I couldn't feel my feet, but other than that it was really cool. We were right up front.. it was also really funny because while she was singing she started smoking. And I don't know maybe it's just me but I've never really heard of someone who earns a living depending on their voice smoking, but apparently that works well... haha. Here are some picturesss of that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV6Fng5o1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gwC_YETBqq4/s1600-h/P1010187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV6Fng5o1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gwC_YETBqq4/s320/P1010187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401357565025690450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV5brEPVLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SXOUlo-zDW4/s1600-h/P1010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV5brEPVLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SXOUlo-zDW4/s320/P1010154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401356844424713394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... this last weekend was Halloween. Now, everyone I talked to said Halloween in Italy was not a big deal. They obviously don't know what Halloween in Alaska is like. My school friends and I decided to go to a hugeee disco called Limelight, but it was less of a disco and more of a rave when we got there. There were SO MANY PEOPLE. It everybody pushing to get thru the door, and even though we had a table we waited an hour and a half in a mosh pit type of line to get in. Not only is Halloween a big deal for the discos in general the DJ at Limelight was Christian Marchi, who you may know as singing Love, Sex, American Express (house music haha) so that made it even MORE popular. Everyone was either dressed hella funky for Halloween or super nice because Limelight has a dress code, either way it was completely crazy but soooo much fun. I'll try to link in a movie one of my friends took. Before the disco was so much fun, my friend Christina, Selene, and I went to Federica's house to get ready. We all looked quite great before we got to the disco, those things are REALLY FREAKING HOT. Here's a video of it just to give you a small idea of how many people were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Umf97e8oV1A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Umf97e8oV1A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Umf97e8oV1A&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Umf97e8oV1A&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was ONE PART.&lt;br /&gt;It was definetly a great Halloween though :D&lt;br /&gt;It was also my first three day weekend! No school on Saturday (Halloween), Sunday (Normal), and Monday (All Saint's Day). I really really really LOVE no school. Also, yesterday (Tuesday) was my host sister's 16th birthday! As a special gift, my host mom got us tickets to one of the biggest games in Milan, AC Milan vs. Real Madrid. That was soooo much fun! Calcio, soccer is called. Before I came I thought it was pronounced cal e co. Apparently it is pronounced Calcho. Which explains why nobody knew what I was talking about. I thought it was going to be a bit more different than it actually was... First we walked in and found our seats. Then we got kicked out of our seats because apparently they were the wrong ones. Then we found new seats! Ha. Everyone cheered and screamed when the soccer players came out, but when the game started everybody sat down, kind of like they were at a classical concert or watching theater or something! I thought that people would be like, jumping and cheering for their team but it was sooo different it was almost quiet-ish. The only time people got up and got really excited was when a goal was being made or about to be made... then everyone went crazyyy. The game tied 1-1 :( but it was really cool to go and I can see that italians really love their soccer. It's also kind of unfair because I have not met a single italian that cannot kick a ball right. Even though the girls don't play soccer or whatever, they are all good at kicking the ball! All italians are good at soccer WHERE IS THE JUSTICE. Anywhooooo one thing that a lot of italians aren't the greatest at is running... more on that. Today I did a school run, called campus campestra or something I don't know but a lot of people from my school did it. It was a 2 kilometer (little over a mile) run in a park.. not very long huh? Wroooong. First, apparently this is a REALLY long distance. Also, right before the race everyone finishes their cigarettes and then goes and gets in line to run. After the race, everyone is hacking and coughing and some people are crying because it was so hard. I love it though it is kind of hilarious :P Italy is also really beautiful in autumn. I've never seen real autumn before because all the trees we have in Alaska are spruce? So leaves never fall... because we don't have any.. here the leaves are always falling and it's windy and wonderful and bellissima always and I quite love this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-694e6ec8502c2049" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D694e6ec8502c2049%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331109797%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60373E45649A66D9368971FA06CB83C9E884C501.75AE55B193AE090901A7A0DEC69B5310DF552475%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D694e6ec8502c2049%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D490XQXZC1-URnVWF5oTTbxF8GPA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D694e6ec8502c2049%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331109797%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60373E45649A66D9368971FA06CB83C9E884C501.75AE55B193AE090901A7A0DEC69B5310DF552475%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D694e6ec8502c2049%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D490XQXZC1-URnVWF5oTTbxF8GPA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also really hard to upload a lot of photos on here, so if you have a facebook add me @ Katie Riley.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.... until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-2938024247998690631?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2938024247998690631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/scusa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/2938024247998690631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/2938024247998690631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/scusa.html' title='Scusa!'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SvV7Qaj_GtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4_3sMAHaoYA/s72-c/P1010218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-2133128547586020422</id><published>2009-10-20T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:35:59.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprica</title><content type='html'>So... I've just returned from Aprica (well I actually returned on Sunday but this blog is a nuisance sometimes ;). Aprica was where all the intercultura students in the Lombardy region went for their one month orientation... it was a LOT of fun and it was also SOOOO great to see all my friends and all these new people. There were 55 kids there and like 10 volunteers, the volunteers (most of them) are SO cool and I love the really nice ones (most of them haha). It was great, we got to talk about our families, how school was going, how italian was going, ect ect... In my opinion Intercultura is just really excellent they try so hard to make sure you're having a good time (I disagree with somethings but then again, who doesn't), all in all I think it is Great program and the people that work for them are mega sweet! The mountains were so beautiful, it reminded me of home because it was sooo cold and then having the sun rise over the mountains everyday... it looked just like Sitka in a way. Except the part where it wasn't an island, hhaa. We played a bunch of very weird games at camp... like italians are really in touch with kissing? It was like every single game was about/involved kissing. This was new... I don't know if it was just weird for americans or others too but yea, AWKWARD. Haha oh well. We also learned a song from the 70's called Fatti Mandare dalla Mama... one of those awesome songs that just gets stuck in your head and never leaves! I like it though because now when some one asks me something with the word bisogno in it i'm like NEED? NEED WHAT? aha :P There was also a mandatory talent show... this was hard because at first Eryn, Iris and I decided we were going to something from Hannah Montana to capture the american spirit, but then we got bored and couldn't think of anything to do except make fun of Miley Cyrus so then we decided to write a rap. Turns out Erin is the only one who can rap at all and our whole rap was just really stupid and... like mean hahaha. Plus the main word it centered on was bitch... don't really think that would have turned out well. It was hilarious though. Finally we decided to teach them the hokey pokey. Success :D&lt;br /&gt;Camp was a lot of fun but I was really happy to come home too... I realize that although my family may be a little difficult at times I really do appreciate them and am very happy to be staying with them. I am also going to a LILY ALLEN concert on the 28th... SOOOOO EXCITED! Hopefully a volunteer from the camp, Valentina, who is really adorable and a self described "american at heart" is coming too :) What else to tell...&lt;br /&gt;1) guys here don't dress nearly as gay as everyone says they do&lt;br /&gt;2) everybody here is REALLY OPEN. Like, about everything. Please don't make me explain this more.&lt;br /&gt;3) I miss my pets... in Aprica we were walking along the side of the road and this adorable little black cat followed us and let us pick him up and hold him and everything and he was SO cute :(&lt;br /&gt;4) My sister's birthday is on November 3rd... the day that me, her, and Lorenzo will be attending my FIRST soccer match which happens to be a HUGE ONE!! AC MILAN VS REAL MADRID! HELL YES!&lt;br /&gt;5) I still love Italy.&lt;br /&gt;6) Italian is still difficile.&lt;br /&gt;7) I have to go walk the dog now&lt;br /&gt;Here's some beautiful photos of a gorrrgeous mountain town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3YQfkBt7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6oJXGgiAlmY/s1600-h/7532_154998424204_543149204_2745968_1821769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3YQfkBt7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6oJXGgiAlmY/s320/7532_154998424204_543149204_2745968_1821769_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394705706521835442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3Yed5jUhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O9-DhKyHUaI/s1600-h/7717_188037277305_602467305_3874293_2728533_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3Yed5jUhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O9-DhKyHUaI/s320/7717_188037277305_602467305_3874293_2728533_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394705946593415698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3YKMyt5lI/AAAAAAAAADw/EMvCbJIt1PU/s1600-h/7717_188037247305_602467305_3874290_6027146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3YKMyt5lI/AAAAAAAAADw/EMvCbJIt1PU/s320/7717_188037247305_602467305_3874290_6027146_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394705598403962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3X3bzZDxI/AAAAAAAAADo/5qzRyJmGJ5Y/s1600-h/7717_188037092305_602467305_3874265_79239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3X3bzZDxI/AAAAAAAAADo/5qzRyJmGJ5Y/s320/7717_188037092305_602467305_3874265_79239_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394705276015808274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3R9h_wDBI/AAAAAAAAADY/Skfr72IneGw/s1600-h/7532_154998174204_543149204_2745937_4744554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3R9h_wDBI/AAAAAAAAADY/Skfr72IneGw/s320/7532_154998174204_543149204_2745937_4744554_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394698783687707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3W7S6fLUI/AAAAAAAAADg/aDCDH78wBvE/s1600-h/7532_154998229204_543149204_2745943_298723_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3W7S6fLUI/AAAAAAAAADg/aDCDH78wBvE/s320/7532_154998229204_543149204_2745943_298723_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704242837499202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of AFS kids, my BFF (haha) Iris, and beautiful BEAUTIFUL Aprica :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-2133128547586020422?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2133128547586020422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/aprica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/2133128547586020422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/2133128547586020422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/aprica.html' title='Aprica'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/St3YQfkBt7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6oJXGgiAlmY/s72-c/7532_154998424204_543149204_2745968_1821769_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-6252844657755274600</id><published>2009-10-11T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:45:18.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Como</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIy2xUys7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/uqTG73R55BQ/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIy2xUys7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/uqTG73R55BQ/s320/P1010060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391427620450775986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIx3d_A0vI/AAAAAAAAADI/_iG5AJFpSqQ/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIx3d_A0vI/AAAAAAAAADI/_iG5AJFpSqQ/s320/P1010055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391426532927394546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           LECCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIxcN2qQ5I/AAAAAAAAADA/nxDoF5k7S8s/s1600-h/100_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIxcN2qQ5I/AAAAAAAAADA/nxDoF5k7S8s/s320/100_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391426064740926354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Hike thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIP98eyjRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wiDvRnvlBG0/s1600-h/100_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIP98eyjRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wiDvRnvlBG0/s320/100_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391389260797611282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went on an AFS excursion sort of thing to hike a mountain in Lecco. It was SO beautiful... the view from the top, unexplainable. Beauty beauty beauty... Italy is sooo full of it. Clear skies, HOT sun (no mi piace), beautiful towns... the towns were nestled in between the mountains! That was super cool to see :) Ale and Andrea came with me, and most of the exchange students also came with their parents and brothers/sisters. I love being together in a group with the exchangers because it just reminds me that we're not all alone all the time... We went to Lecco for a long time... from 9 am till 5 pm! I was sooo tired all day but really happy to go.&lt;br /&gt;New Developments in my life -&lt;br /&gt;- My advisor, Francesca, is AWESOME. She keeps me sane around my family who drives me CRAZY sometimes... she is genuinely a really cool person to be around :D&lt;br /&gt;- I'm gonna kill the dog. Really. She eats my socks... like swallows them and then regurgitates them so they are disgusting and slobbery... she routinely wakes us up at 6:45/7 am by whining and barking... for 20 MINUTES STRAIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;-I hate cleaning. Making my bed everyday... making sure everything in my general vicinity is always clean and tidy... It's not bad? But how is something that is as clean as a hotel supposed to feel like home? Io non capito (i don't understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sorry for the ranting but sometimes you have to GET IT OUT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Family here is SOOOOO FREAKING DIFFERENT! It's not like it's a bad different... but its SO EFFIN different. No laying down on the couch... wearing shoes in the house, telling everybody where you go when you leave... One day I went out for a walk, just walked out of the house and started walking.. when my brother stuck his head out the window and was like "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" and I was like... uh, I don't know.. and he insisted on me telling him where I was going when I honestly DIDN'T know. That just IRRRRKS ME! When I got back my mother talked to me about how "italians are very interested in each other's lives!" I also recognize that I have been brought up completely differently... its just weird having family dinners and having to sit at a table for like, 2 hours. Blerrrrg! I gues every afs'er goes thru family problems at some point... and I know I'm not alone, I just wish there was something about it :/&lt;br /&gt;But not to end on a bad note, here are some AWESOME PICTURES!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIQKulk5WI/AAAAAAAAACY/Snuj9B_tO3M/s1600-h/100_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIQKulk5WI/AAAAAAAAACY/Snuj9B_tO3M/s320/100_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391389480406279522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIwx_3KFvI/AAAAAAAAACw/eubNmU3I4iE/s1600-h/100_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIwx_3KFvI/AAAAAAAAACw/eubNmU3I4iE/s320/100_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391425339430409970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIve9b101I/AAAAAAAAACg/otT5UjoOhvI/s1600-h/100_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIve9b101I/AAAAAAAAACg/otT5UjoOhvI/s320/100_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391423912849822546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALY IS SO BEAUTIFUL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-6252844657755274600?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6252844657755274600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/lake-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6252844657755274600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6252844657755274600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/lake-como.html' title='Lake Como'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/StIy2xUys7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/uqTG73R55BQ/s72-c/P1010060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-3276042847894560096</id><published>2009-10-07T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:34:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALIANO E DIFFICILE!</title><content type='html'>So I realize I kind of cheated everyone out of a full blog post last time... but I was really homesick/tired. So today is Wednesday! Which would normally be a whooooo humpday! - back home. Here I have the lovely, everpresent SATURDAY SCHOOL! YAY! Blarrrrg. On Friday we're having the manifestation and I'll be sure to write about that but until then I don't think anything too interesting is happening. Sohoho this week we do not have Italian lessons, because the teacher is out. This means that I don't have to go to the duomo after school.. which feels weird. Oh well. Last night me and my sister went out with her friends... I was sooo bored after a ridiculous 6 hour day of school and then nothing at night, so we left about 10 and ended up at Parco Pagano. Parco Pagano is basically the coolest. place. ever. It has a platform of trampolines. Big, huge, awesome trampolines, and all we had to do was jump thru a hole in the fence. This was ammazingggly fun and I was so happy because I haven't jumped on trampolines since back home!! These were wayyyy bouncier though, like the gymnastic ones (they were square too). So trampolines are awesome and I forever love them. Other fun things....&lt;br /&gt;1) Bastardi senza gloria (Inglorious Basterds). Nonna  and I went to the english version... well at least I thought it was the english version. And apparently it is, however, the english version also includes a majority of the movie being in french and german with italian subtitles. It made loads of sense, yeah. It was really funny though.&lt;br /&gt;2) Motorcycles. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;3) School is terrible. I have a feeling that even when I understand it I will not like it, because school is a mean mean mean thing.&lt;br /&gt;4) My italian teacher at school also thinks that I have no friends; thus she held my class back from the bell and told them to be nice to me and help me make friends. Glad my teachers have such confidence in me, HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really got anything else to report, other than the fact that boys here are really really good looking. But I'm sure everybody knew that.&lt;br /&gt;:D Ciao ciao, Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-3276042847894560096?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3276042847894560096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/italiano-e-difficile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/3276042847894560096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/3276042847894560096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/italiano-e-difficile.html' title='ITALIANO E DIFFICILE!'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-5285177086572041206</id><published>2009-10-03T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:06:54.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations</title><content type='html'>I'm going to stop counting weeks because I don't like numbers... but I do like Italy. Oh, do I like Italy. A couple days ago I figured out that cookies for dinner were almost as good as cookies for breakfast... that was COOL. Haha ;) School is going.. like school. Today I found out that I have 6 STRAIGHT HOURS OF LEARNING EVERY TUESDAY. This ceases to be okay with me. Plus, they have parking spaces here, right? Yea. On the sidewalk. Actually outlined in yellow, on the sidewalk. Nice :D So... this evening was my father's birthday back home, but it was also my family's best friends grandfather's birthday. So we went to Lecco! The drive was wonderful... a whole 2 and a half hours in a freaking car because we got lost about 7 times. And when you get lost you can't turn around for like, 5 miles. This resulted in a very.long.car.ride. However, we finally got to the resturant, and I don't really know how to put this experience into words.... it was the WHOLE Noviello family with like 3 aunts, 3 uncles, 5/6 kids, 2 grandparents, Enrico's American parents, and my family. That's a LOT of people. A lot of italian people = a lot of love, practically an insane amount of love. Everyone in that room was so happy to be there, around the rest of their family... It was crazy because never have I ever witnessed anything like that. Ever. Even at my family reunion. I mean, I'm not trying to insinuate that my family back home is messed up and nobody loves each other, but I  have never actually witnessed something like an entire room of people that were happy to spend 5 hours together over a meal and not argue about ANYTHING. I am so grateful to be in an environment like this. I understand that not everybody's afs experience is like this and if you get a family that you fit in you are truly lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-5285177086572041206?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5285177086572041206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/realizations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/5285177086572041206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/5285177086572041206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-7327976474870975046</id><published>2009-09-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:55:12.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Two ends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBMarxizoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y4JauNl4W7k/s1600-h/P1000893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBMarxizoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y4JauNl4W7k/s320/P1000893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386389175645949570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially lived in M&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLt3yvsMI/AAAAAAAAABw/CbNA696jcSI/s1600-h/P1000909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLt3yvsMI/AAAAAAAAABw/CbNA696jcSI/s200/P1000909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386388405778100418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ilan for two weeks now... it's crazy because it feels like so much longer... school drags on the same but weekends are fun :). This week in school... I went to school... I can't really describe what I did because it feels like nothing (probably because it is nothing, oh well haha). However, on Thursday there was a sort of AFS meeting/lecture thing in la Duomo, so I got to skip school! YES! When I got there I saw Emma, Iris, Mollie, and a bunch of the other kids that were staying in Milan that I hadn't seen since orientation so that was lots of fun. The lecture was all in italian and it was just a bunch of people (a lot of people weren't in AFS and I have no clue why they were there or where they were from, but then again I didn't even have a clue what the lecture was about either). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLE26VQxI/AAAAAAAAABY/t6raQuVdEo8/s1600-h/P1000943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLE26VQxI/AAAAAAAAABY/t6raQuVdEo8/s200/P1000943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386387701166850834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the lectu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLlEw49FI/AAAAAAAAABo/Grril0_F8EY/s1600-h/P1000936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLlEw49FI/AAAAAAAAABo/Grril0_F8EY/s200/P1000936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386388254641157202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re was actually just like school except for we got up and got snacks from a wicked confusing vending machine in the middle, haha. It was also hilarious because all the AFS kids had to stand up and introduce them selves (Ciao, Mi chiamo katie, sonno americana) and when the mircophone got the american kids and they said sonno americana, everybody started shouting and clapping. That was pretty cool.... until they got to the two kids from Brazil; then everyone went freaking crazy!! Haha. After that Emma and I went to the Duomo to go shopping, of course... I think we went in the same shops about 20 times, they just had different names (at least that's what it felt like after a while). Cool cool cool. On Friday, we had our first italian lesson! All the kids from Milan and close to came, so there's about 13-15 or so kids in the class. That day we just went over basic stuff like time, the alphabet, ect, and it was all explained in english. We have italian lessons three times a week until the middle of November, and then we have them two times a week until January. I really hope that these will be effective.. hahaha. After Italian, we all went out to get gelato (because the lessons are at the duomo). Yum. I really think that the whole ice cream everywhere you go could end up being a problem, but whatever. Not gonna complain. Saturday was school.. what fun.. I don't think I'll ever get used to waking up early but oh well. After school me and my family drove to an outlet mall that was about an hour away from Milan.. and I discovered that I just really don't like outlet malls. It's kind of like you were wishing that they had ev&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBK9e0s34I/AAAAAAAAABQ/5GqGdKcOeJY/s1600-h/P1000941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBK9e0s34I/AAAAAAAAABQ/5GqGdKcOeJY/s200/P1000941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386387574441697154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erything that the real stores had, but for cheaper; it's not. It is just a big place full of clothing that not a lot of people like, haha. I did get a cute pair of shoes, though. They are slightly less high than the other heels I bought and almost started crying after wearing for a half hour. :P Anyway... saturday night me and my mom and Enrico's family and an American teacher person (whoooo go america!) went out to dinner and after Enrico, Marco and I went to a party. Saturday nights are fun fun funnn :) However I was sooo tired when I woke up this morning! Today was AWESOME because I got to go see the Last Supper by Leonardo Da Vinci! I do not have any pictures unfortunatly because I am not skilled in the sneaky picture taking department, and my camera is SO loud!! So I got yelled at. The painting was really cool though, it was in a dark room that was pretty big, and it was painted on a whole wall. HUGE. I really liked that. After we saw the painting we all went to get gelato... YUM (yea I told you its EVERYWHERE). Then, Enrico's parents from America were here visiting for two weeks so an entire group of us went to the Castello again. I've been there three weekends in a row, haha. We went inside the castle this time, where we got to see bunches of artifacts and other old things, and Michaelangelo's final sculpture. He worked on this sculpture till about 4 days before he died, so it is unfinished. Very pretty though. After that I fell asleep while watching soccer... Thennnn the sunday night parties began! So usually there wouldn't be this much &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLXtwP-HI/AAAAAAAAABg/RGdaC9x1ues/s1600-h/P1000917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBLXtwP-HI/AAAAAAAAABg/RGdaC9x1ues/s200/P1000917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386388025126156402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;activity on a sunday, but my cousin Enrica decided to have her birthday tonight and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBL_hibPtI/AAAAAAAAACA/DApWH47Mt6A/s1600-h/P1000880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBL_hibPtI/AAAAAAAAACA/DApWH47Mt6A/s200/P1000880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386388709041716946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so did my friend from school named Ale. I went to Enrica's first, which was fun and I got to see another AFS'er that is living near me.. and I felt kind of bad because I had to leave like 20 minutes after I got there... oops! I walked down the street to Ale's house and then we drove to this place called Old Fashion Cafe, it's a BIG happy hour (happy hour is where you pay 10 euros for a drink and get as much food as you want) place with lots of food and drinks and then dancing.. so almost everybody from our class came, which was super cool... and wow when they say casual nice in Italy it kind of means really nice. Dress up for EVERYTHING. This is gonna take some getting used to. So everybody got food from this big huge buffet where everyone was pushing and shoving, cool huh. We also had tickets so we all got delicious sugary drinks. After a while we started dancing... now that was funnnn. I really just kind of adore dancing, and Italy is a great place to be for that. Then it was cake time! It was sososo cool, the staff brought over the cake to our table with two bottles of champagne (yea, that is so the right way to celebrate a birthday). And we even did the shakey thing with the champagne and popped the cork which was AWESOME because never have I ever seen that done in real life, cool stuff :P Her cake was sooo good it was like halfway made of cream puffs which I happen to love, yea, and then the rest was yellow cake. So nice work who ever whipped that up, I agree with your cooking skillz. The rest of the night we danced danced danceeeed it was so fun until like 11:10 because I had to be home at 11:30 so then we left. On the way back we had to stop because we thought we had a flat tire... so I got home about 11:45 from a WICKED FUN Sunday night :P and now I have scuola again! YayyyY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from top to bottom -&lt;br /&gt;1) My awesome class! 4G&lt;br /&gt;2) The Church right next to where the Last Supper is held&lt;br /&gt;3) Michaelangleo's last statue&lt;br /&gt;4) Frederica, Christina and Me at Ale's birthday&lt;br /&gt;5) Me and a Beautiful Birthday girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) My lovely apartment building :)&lt;br /&gt;7) Castello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-7327976474870975046?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7327976474870975046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-two-ends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/7327976474870975046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/7327976474870975046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-two-ends.html' title='Week Two ends!'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SsBMarxizoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y4JauNl4W7k/s72-c/P1000893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-8321025262200228815</id><published>2009-09-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:35:28.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compleanno e Discotecca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7134_134906359204_543149204_2579441_1209241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7134_134906359204_543149204_2579441_1209241_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... so Friday (the 18th) was my 17th birthday. The whole week before that was a mix of booooring scuola, making friends, and seeing il Duomo! So I'll start at the beginning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunedi - first day at school! Not capitalizing the day is gonna be a little difficult... here there is no Lunedi its just lunedi (monday). Scuola was interesting... the first day. I did not understand anything, but I met the principal and the english teacher (who is super funny). The english teacher has a hilarious habit of saying "yes, that's right" to everything anyone says... so I would be stretching my arms during class (another habit that is not allowed here ?!?!) an she would catch me and say AH AH AH! While I am blushing, followed by a "Mi dispiace!" (I'm sorry) followed by, "Yes, that's right!" So... hahaha there are so many things that have culture shocked me here I can't even begin to explain. I appear to be taking Math, Science, English, Philosophy, Religion, Italian, Latin, Art, and Gym (rarely). I go to school at 8:15, usually by bicycle with my cousin Enrica. School the prima settimana (first week) got out at 12:30... but usually we get done at 1:15. There is a break from 10:15-10:30 where students can go to the cafe in the school or outside to smoke. Which apparently they do at school here. This was just a little surprising the first day, haha. My class has 16 kids in it, 3 boys and the rest are girls. They are all very nice! Everyone talks in English to me, or tries to... whic h is quite infuriating when you are trying to learn italian... haha but they are all really nice. Another difference I noticed between Alaska and Italy.. In the class everybody knows each other and is nice to each other.. there are no cliques from what I can see. After school I go home (because I lack the ability to make solid friends quickly) and hang out in my house. The next day I have a delicious breakfast of coffee and cookies... and a peach! The breakfast here really is quite lovely haha. When we were biking to school, Enrica saw that she had some bike grease on the leg of her pants (near the foot, where you don't really notice). Being as it that I bike a lot, I just said oh don't worry you're fine, that happens to me all the time... apparently in Italy that doesn't happen all the time because her reaction was a tad different. She kept saying "this is simply unacceptable.. I have to go home and change..." the only reason we got to school on time is because her brother agreed to bring pants to school for her so she could change. This was the biggest culture shock for me yet... it was just such a different reaction compared to an environment where kids wear sweatpants and pyjamas to school. I also have discovered that whoever made the statement "math is the same in every language" is a freaking liar. Math is super hard... I'm pretty sure we're studying parabolas but past that I am a little lost. Science is a fun subject, the teacher is really nice and tries to explain everything to me as best she can. Science is a mix of chemistry and biology... right now we're studying amino acids. It was pretty crazy to realize that the names of the elements on the periodic table are in a different language. After school I come home and eat lunch with my family... then either stay in (like I did the first couple days) or go out. On Wednesday I even went to mi amica Ale's house for an hour, followed by me biking home and NOT EVEN GETTING LOST!  I was pretty excited about this, in case you couldn't tell. So school school school... then along comes FRIDAY! Normally it'd be a TGIF moment, but sadly, we have school on Saturday :'(. However, Friday I got to go to the Duomo (center of milan) with Emma!!! Which would explain the picture above. The Duomo was sooooo big! When we got off the subway I literally was like WOAH THIS THING IS FRICKEN HUGE!- Whilst many a tourist looked at me quite odd. We went shopping and walked around... saw the Louis Vuitton store, Prada store, Salvatore Ferragamo s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7134_134906464204_543149204_2579457_2558643_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7134_134906464204_543149204_2579457_2558643_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tore... all the stores we couldn't go in... the duomo is so big and old that it kind of seems like a seperate city than Milan... a little city inside the city (like the Vatican).  Then we got gelato. It was GOOD. There was one called Baccio that I got that means kiss in italian and it tastes like NUTELLA ICE CREAM. Kind of a genius creation. Strawberry is really good also. I had to go at 4, so me and her took the metro until I had to get off. The next day, Saturday, I had school. I disagree with this school on Saturday thing. However it was only 2 hours (first saturday school only) and then my dad Andrea and I went to get me a metro pass downtown. That took about an hour... and it turns out I have to wait 15 days to get it! Lame. After that my sorella and I went to go shoe shopping, and I got a really adorable pair of high heels! And they are high, about 3 inches. This turned out to possibly be the stupidest idea I have ever had. Saturday night Emma and I slept over at a family friends house. Their son had done an exchange in Wisconsin for  a year and since it was my birthday we went to the discotecca. Just in case you were wondering, going dancing in 3 inch high heels for 4 hours isn't really that easy. Or fun. But dancing was amazinnggggly fun! It was so so so fun to be out and dancing all night. We went to an old villa near the center of town... it had been redesigned? i guess? As a club... it was awesome though. Also met a ton of pe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7134_134906399204_543149204_2579447_8103972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7134_134906399204_543149204_2579447_8103972_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ople, don't really remember any names, but i've never been good with those :P After this, school dances are going to seem a little lame :/ haha. Anywayyy after that we went back to the house at about 3:30 and fell asleep, Emma went back to Buccinesco while I slept in till 1:30, nice. Sunday we went to the park, which is the closest to nature that you can get here in Milan, so that wfas fun. Now I'm tired, even after drinking tons of coffee. I drink so much coffee that my mom here, Ale, thinks I will have a heart attack (ha ha ha... too much coffee, what a joke). However they don't use milk here, just sugar... different&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy I am tired and have been writing FOREVER so ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;Katie xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-8321025262200228815?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8321025262200228815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/compleanno-e-discotecca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/8321025262200228815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/8321025262200228815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/compleanno-e-discotecca.html' title='Compleanno e Discotecca!'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-8729809182377269019</id><published>2009-09-13T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:59:40.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buongiorno!</title><content type='html'>Finally... I've arrived in Italia (after about a week straight of traveling)! First was Bumbershoot in Seattle.. an EXCELLENT music festival that was so so so much fun... seeing the Black Eye'd Peas live was awesome! But of course, seeing anyone live would be awesome... those were the first concerts i've ever been to haha. So during that I think I got negative sleep, combined with a nasty cold was a very sick girl (me) ha. I lost my voice the second day... mannn did I sound unattractivo! That was for three days.... and I totally recommend going to everyone because I will most DEFINETLY be returning next year :) After Bumbershoot, my friend Abby  (who is also going to Italia, I think i've mentioned that) flew to New York... got in, about three hours later (10 pm) we were showered and ready to see the town in all of its city never sleeps glory! Time's Square was a high point in this adventure. We stayed up till the lovely hour of about 8 am, then slept in till 3, when we remembered we had orientation in an hour. We arrived an hour late, which I consider excellent timing haha. Orientation in New york was pretty fun, although a bit boring, it was great to meet all the people that I had blindly added on facebook in real life! We did orientation stuff... which was kind of just a whole lot of being talked to for a while. Met some super cool people at it tho, and I now miss them all because I am alone in Milano! :P We then flew to Zurich (let's just say it was a pretty okay flight, except for being sick and lack of sleep). The airplane crew were sooo funny! We were the loudest section... and they came by a lot and asked "what are you doing??" haha. After Zurich we flew to Roma... I was SOOO excited to finally have arrived! The first thing I did was get pizza with my friend Emily, we were pretty pleased about this... plus the slice was HUGE. Mmmm italiano pizza = win. So then we took a bus to the orientation... which we were informed would be two days long. Turns out we arrived a day later than everyone else who was already there and had already met each other. Greeaaat. After meeting everyone we had a long long LONNNG night in the hostel... got no sleep :/ but it was fun :P The volunteers were sooo funny! They were very young and amusing... when they showed us what the italian host parents would be like when first meeting us (very huggy and kissy) it was sooo funny. The day after I left with the other Milanese at 10:30... we took a 4 hour train ride to Milano... where we walked into a room FULL OF SCREAMING HOST PARENTS AND SIBLINGS. Being nervous as it was.. this was crazyyyy. I saw my host parents (very exciting) and then we had to introduce ourselves in front of everybody 1 at a time... nice. After that we grabbed my bags and drove to what is now mi casa! We had a delicious dinner.. eggplant lasagna something? I don't know but it was effin' gooood. Gosh i get tired while typing this... arggg okay so my host family is veryyy nice :) the language barrier is super difficult because they are being really understanding and speaking a lot of english but it is STILL difficult! Today (sunday) I went to church this morning... for the second time EVER! Ha. It was okay... couldn't understand anything but I met Francesca's amici (my sister's friends) after.. and two of them go to mi scuola (school). This is bene (good) because then I will at least know someone... i also met a cousin y aunt. The rest of the day was great... bike riding to il parco (the park) and meeting more famiglia amichi (family friends). I also met the son of a family friend that had gone on an exchange to Wisconsin for a year... that was cool because he understood the process and such and it was super good to talk to him. Now I get ready for dinner... It is a tradition for mi famiglia to go out for pizza the night before school starts (which is domani (tomorrow)... ahhh)! Wish me luck... till next time :)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao y buono notte!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makesmethink.com/view/Inspiring/1057" class="fmllink"&gt; Today, I was approached by a homeless man who asked if I had any change. I only had two dimes, but I gave it to him anyway. As I watched him walk away, he put the dimes in an expired parking meter of a strangers car. MMT&lt;/a&gt; - makesmethink.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-8729809182377269019?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8729809182377269019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/buongiorno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/8729809182377269019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/8729809182377269019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/buongiorno.html' title='Buongiorno!'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-6271154000135703665</id><published>2009-08-23T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:39:46.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News news NEWS!</title><content type='html'>So... my countdown is down to 10 days (my friend Abby and I are leaving early)!!! Abby (friend from Juneau, also going to Italy) and I are headed down to a Seattle music fest called Bumbershoot... having never been to a "real" concert in my whole life I'm pretty excited. Black Eye'd Peas, Katy Perry, All American Rejects, Michael Franti..it's gonna be pretty awesome. From there we will go to New York to spend a day with a friend in Brooklyn, then the JFK hotel on the 9th!! It's approaching so fast and I haven't even started to pack! Uhoh... school here beings tomorrow and I'm going for a week and a half so I can see some friends before I leave... but I'm hoping time will fly by after that :) I also have been working TONS down at a fish plant at night, packing fish and helping out. It's a mega fun job and I love working at night.. plus the money is nice too :P&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to do other things!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-6271154000135703665?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6271154000135703665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/news-news-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6271154000135703665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6271154000135703665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/news-news-news.html' title='News news NEWS!'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-6386088500547819336</id><published>2009-06-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:26:26.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie is going to Milano!</title><content type='html'>So just a couple days ago I got my host family :) Im so happy to be saying that I'm going to MILAN! I come from a town with 8,000 people so living in the second biggest city in Italy is going to be AWESOME! Also, my mother lived in Milan when she went to Italy in college so it will be verycool to be able to see what she did. I have a dad named Andrea (who I first thought was my mom, sorry pappa!), a mamma named Alessandra, and older brother named Lorenzo, and a sister who is younger than me by one year named Francesca. I'm so excited to live there! They have a 130 sq. meter flat in like, the MIDDLE of the city and I am unsure if it gets any luckier than that! They live right next to San Siro, a HELLA famous soccer stadium! They also have a little dog named Isobel which is really cool because I'm going to miss my pets a lot when I leave. All my friends are waiting anxiously for their host families and I didn't even know I had one until me and my dad went to make a payment on my tuition and I said .. that link wasn't there before.. It was really funny because I started screaming and it was in his work office and then I went downstairs where my friend Mary, who is going to argentina for a year with afs, works and I told her and she freaked out! We danced around the store where she works and all the tourists looked at us like we were freaks :P but it's okay, because I'm going to MILANO! Words cannot even express how excited I am. I have been talking to Francesca on facebook and Alessandra over email and they sound SO nice and I can't wait to meet them and I think we're going to get along great! I am also getting my visa done... I think it is a lot easier for people that live in Alaska because we just fill out a bunch of paper work, send it to AFS, and they go get the actual visa for us. I would have to fly to San Fransisco to get it myself so I am very grateful they do this. Other than that I have just been working and reading blogs, and looking up EVERYTHING about Milan that I can possibly find on the internet and it is awesome. I can't wait to leave and I only have 71 days left! I hope it goes quickly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-6386088500547819336?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6386088500547819336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/katie-is-going-to-milano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6386088500547819336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6386088500547819336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/katie-is-going-to-milano.html' title='Katie is going to Milano!'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541100586367648127.post-6250069240635538371</id><published>2009-04-09T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:51:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting out..</title><content type='html'>My name is Katie Riley, and I live in a small town in Alaska called Sitka. Sitka is on an island, we have 17 miles of road, 8500 people, and the only way to get here is by air or sea. Needless to say, I am a bit of a travel addict. I want to go on AFS because I love experiencing new cultures and ideas and learning new languages. I am very excited about learning a new language, and I hope to travel to Italy this fall. From this experience, I hope to gain a higher appreciation and understanding of a new culture, and also to have the time of my life. I don't think anything would be more refreshing than leaving home for a year and traveling abroad, and thus returning a more educated and valuable person. In return to AFS, I will keep this blog going to inform everyone of my adventures while I am away, and I also hope to present some of the things I learned while away when I return.&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends have been very supportive of my descion to become an AFSer... I must say that my family has been a little more supportive, while my friends kind of want me to stay. I will keep in touch with everyone hopefully, and see how school goes when I am gone. I can't wait to share my experiences overseas with my friends back home :).&lt;br /&gt;My biggest challenge on my way to becoming an AFSer was PROCRASTINATION! I had so much paperwork to do if I wanted to be accepted and I would procrastinate getting it done like no other, but I really wanted this so I got all of it done as quickly as I could in hopes that I would get the country I dreamed of. Another barrier I have yet to over come is how to pay for my trip... I got a great scholarship ($800) from a donor that I would like to just say; thank you immensely! This was such a help. I will also be working all summer to help pay for my trip, but I know that it will be worth it. The only other challenge I can think of is not getting to see my friends, some of my closest pals are seniors and I will be missing their graduations; but I know I will make new friends and keep contact with the old :).&lt;br /&gt;To contribute to my fundraising efforts I have applied (and recieved!) a scholarship, and I will be working this summer to contribute to my funds also. I hope to have some sort of fundraiser at sme point, but there is another couple girls in my town going on AFS and we might do a conjoining fundraiser! I think that it would be really beneficial and a lot of fun.  Beyond that, thaks for reading my blog and I hope you continue to as I venture on the experience of my life! Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541100586367648127-6250069240635538371?l=katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6250069240635538371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6250069240635538371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541100586367648127/posts/default/6250069240635538371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieswonderlandadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-out.html' title='Starting out..'/><author><name>Katitaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926595165789099888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czW4EQljQvA/SeLRLBZmZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_U3YqM3fsAo/S220/Photo+1047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
