Friday, May 13

Arrivederci Italia...

I have always thought of life as a book, each with its own author, its unique characters, and its distinct settings. Some books are old, some are massive, some are classic fairytales while others live on forever. Each moment of your life contributes to your book, and every few years or even months a new chapter begins.

It’s always sad when a chapter in your life comes to an end, sometimes it’s obvious, like graduation day when you’re saying your final goodbyes to classmates you will never see again and sometimes its less obvious, like the slow and steady drifting and shifting of friendships but the book must always go on…

Soon this chapter in my life will end, the Italian chapter, and nothing has ever felt, and tasted oh so bittersweet. Everything… from the moment I received my acceptance letter, to the moment I got off the plane has been a moment I will cherish forever.

This chapter would not have been complete without the characters in it. The second I met another Jenna-Emily duo at orientation day I knew I had embarked on something magical…it’s not often that two friends named Jenna and Emily meet two friends named…Jenna and Emily half way across the world. From then on the characters that came and went added a bit of themselves to my crazy chapter. “Paki” the Pakistani man that owns the alimentari just below our apartment who we run to at 1 in the morning to grab a box of Ringos, the three Italian men that own il Principe the Pizzeria on the corner who always tap the window wildly when we pass by “Ciao Ragazzi!!!”, and the old man at La Carraia who give us a helpful amount of gelato samples when he knows we go there every single day. How could I leave out the men of Italy, dressed to the nine on a daily basis...hats, scarves, the most expensive jeans…outfits that have inspired and ignited my love for menswear and of course my instructors who have opened my eyes and showed me a different take on school. The list of characters goes on forever but to all I met on this whirlwind experience, thanks for the many laughs, kisses, hugs, shots, talks, chats, lessons and moments that I will always hold close to my heart.

A chapter is never complete without a distinct setting and although Florence, Italy was the location my favorite part of the whole city was Via Ghibellina…my apartment and the home Jenna and I built in these past four months. Struggling to carry 6 suitcases up 3 flights of stairs in the dead of the night is the first memory I will have of the apartment but not the last. Nothing is as raw, honest, and true as those moments spent in our tiny kitchen, in our messy-make-up-everywhere family room, in our own rooms with our twin size beds. After every mini- trip we took we could not wait to get back to our apartment, climbing the 67 stairs and collapsing on our beds. The times spent laying, snacking, laughing, storytelling on Via Ghibellina 76…just a few doors down from where Michelangelo grew up are times I will never forget.
For a chapter to have any significance in your book it must have a moral, a reason for being. Most chapters are small... they start and end quickly and the reason is clear. But there is no one lesson I could dedicate to my Italian chapter, four months, 6,187.17 miles, and living on my own for the first time in a foreign country is pure insanity and a lesson on its own. What I can say is that I came from a sheltered world, and I’m leaving with the world at my fingertips. I’ve learned to slow down, take a deep breath, and look around. I’ve learned that petty problems are so insignificant in a world so big, I’ve learned to appreciate all that I have back home and I’ve learned to never be afraid to love. I’ve learned that it’s okay to be alone for awhile because no matter what those who love you never really left your side. I’ve learned to appreciate the finer things in life, and I’ve learned to just be free.

The Characters, The settings, The morals - they all come together to begin and end your chapter, but there always needs to be something special that sets it apart from the rest  and in my Italian chapter that special something was a 5 foot blue eyed girl named Jenna Dee D'argenzio who is the sole reason for this journey. On January 26th at 12:30 pm Swiss time I wrote in my journal…“I guess everything does happen for a reason and Jenna and I are living proof of that, who would’ve thought working at Gilly Hicks in the summer of ’08 would’ve led to flying half way across the world together.” And that is something I will always believe in…everything…no matter what it may be good or bad happens for a reason. Living with Jenna has taught me so much about myself and has helped me grow. I have never seen someone’s face day in and day out as much as I have seen hers…I could probably draw the freckles on her face from memory. She has taught me how to truly, wholeheartedly take care of someone in times of need; she has taught me what it’s like to laugh from the pit of my stomach and how to share my everything.  I have learned compassion, I have learned to feel, I have learned that secrets don’t keep friends…all from her. The Sitters, The Storytellers, Taped out, The Duchess and The Wizard,  Moon Unit Zappa and Diva Muffin Zappa no one will understand these moments but us and I have never felt so happy and blessed to have shared them with the little girl I used to crump with in the fitting rooms of Gilly Hicks.

I will be back one day, I know it, maybe on a honeymoon, maybe because I snatched a job of a life time, so this is not a goodbye to Florence,Italy…with your cobblestone streets, and your foul smelling sewers, your freezing cold weather, or your always buzzing streets. Il Duomo, Santa Croce, Michelangelo Square, Pitti Palace, Boboli Gardens, Santo Spirito, Arno River, Piazza Republica, San Miniato I love you all.

The Italian Chapter has now come to an end…what’s left is to embrace the memories and keep on writing the book…


Wednesday, May 11

The Final Weekend

Thursday May 5th, Cinco de Mayo, kick started my final weekend here in Florence...tear tear.
But oh did it live up to its final weekend expectations...I think ill mark it as one of the best jam packed weekends I've had thus far!
Thursday Jenna, Emily and I spent our night taking classic Cuervo shots in honor of the Mexican to many shots later and all of us were was found on the dance floor...the other was having a deep conversation with someone somewhere...and me?...I honestly don't even know where I was or what I was doing. The night ended fantastically and re-amped us for the following days of demolishment. 
Friday you could find us pre-gaming at Bigallo...which led us to meet Kevin and Kelsey, a So-Cal couple on a mini European vacation. We offered to share a cab with them to Central far my favorite discoteca out here...reminds me of Vegas and Hollywood with its massiveness...its lights....the decor...and of course the classic long line of eager club goers waiting to get inside. Kevin decided to buy Jenna and I our own table with a magnum Grey Goose bottle...The night continued with us pouring drinks down as many peoples throats as possible...and ended with a 6am walk passed the Duomo home. 
Saturday we headed to Space...the best known discoteca in all of Florence...we got in VIP with the help of new friends Alex and Fabio...continued the weekend dancing, prancing, drinking and taking in the final moments of the Florence Nights that have made this journey a journey of a lifetime. 


Tuesday, May 3

NOTTE BIANCA...a night to remember

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Awestruck, I have no words to describe last night. I wish I could be able to show everyone the Florence Nights that I have come to love, to enjoy, nights filled with endless laughter till my cheeks start to hurt, nights filled with walking every inch of the city till my feet start to ache. Nights filled with stories and people that have shown me the greater things in life, the simple act of walking around, dancing, and enjoying life in its truest form.

Imagine getting ready, drinking a bottle of vino or Moretti, smoking and getting out of your front door and just walking...imagine the streets of your hometown, Glenoaks,Pacific, Kenneth filled with your friends, family, neighbors. Imagine music blasting on the streets, a different genre in different parts of your city, imagine dancing with the love of your life, then turning and dancing with your nonno. Thats what Florence Nights are. They are filled with people...old, young, tourists, students, authentic Florentinians, lovers and friends with no purpose other then coming together to enjoy life at its simplest, purest form. 

There are no fights, there is no judgement, noone is trying to impress and noone is puting up a front. 

George, Jenna and I had an experience of a lifetime. in one of the many squares found in Florence we danced, we sang from the bottom of our hearts. George battled some Italian guy while Jenna and I danced with four of the most gorgeous Italian girls. An old couple came up to us, hugged and kissed us and told us they were our "nonno and nonna" yelling "Bravo Raggazzi!" as we danced. Being apart of something so special and writing it down made this experience so real, so clear. I've lived in Italy for four months, I've meet and been place I never dreamed of. Last night I stood still, looked around and realized I was living the Fairytale I dreamed of.


Monday, April 25

From Armenian CooCoo to una cena di Pasqua Italiana

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Easter has always been a good-feeling holiday…there’s no fuss, no long preparation, no present stress. It’s a holiday filled with early church goers, family, cute pastel dresses and the best holiday mascot…the Easter Bunny!

Italian Easter was different then the coocoo, zook, egg games I am accustom to from my Armenian background…I woke up early in the morning…took my time getting ready, wore my favorite green dress and took a walk. At 10am I ended up at Il Duomo, the center of Florence where the traditional “Scoppio del Carro” festivity was to take place at 11. The place was filled with every single Florentinian and tourist so my view of the celebration was slim to none.
Scoppio del Carro, the exploding cart, is an old Easter Florence tradition that dates back to the first crusade to the holy lands in 1099 AD. The crusade was set to liberate the holy sepulture from the pagans, the first soldier Pazzino dei Pazzi climbed the city walls and held the Dukes banner for all to see…in this act of courage dei Pazzi was rewarded 3 pieces of rock from Christ’s tomb. From then on ever Saturday before Easter Sunday, the Bishop would light a fire with sparks from these holy rocks and would carry it throughout the city lighting a fire in every home he passed…the burning fire would symbolize dei Pazzi’s courage and purify the homes and families that lived there. Being a part of Italian tradition that dates back to 1099AD was awe-inspiring and absolutely unbelievable.
 I spent Easter dinner with Jenna and her Mom and Pop which reminded me of my family and made my heart smile. We went to their amazing hotel, Monna Lisa to have a few drinks and then had dinner at Il Paoli Restaurante which was once a church! Everything was perfect the food, the drinks, and the company. Thank you D’Argenzio’s for making my Pasqua Italiana so very special.


Saturday, April 23

Music & Mexico

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Spring time always calls for festivals of all sorts…the best being music festivals particularly COACHELLA. Unfortunately I was in Italy this year and flying back home for a weekend was not a realistic idea but I did get a little taste of music festival fun here in Florence. On April 20th MTV’s TRL put on a free concert in Piazza Santa Croce. Although it was filled with Italian musicians and the only word I understood was balliamos it was fun nonetheless. Jenna and I got a little twisted and entered into our own storytelling world where nothing mattered but me, her, and Italy.
The following day we took a trip to Mexico! Not really but we did hang with my classmates Edell and Andres…both from Monterey, Mexico. They served us authentic Jose Cuervo tequila straight from the motherland, chips with some really intense hot sauce, and I proceeded to chug whiskey from a bowl which led to the rest of the weekend staying in. oh, how I’ll miss these fuggedupflorencenights.