Saturday, July 28, 2012

aranchiada burro

For all those who don't speak Italian, the title of today's blog, basically, translates to peanut butter.  You may find this odd, but if you have ever been to Italy you understand.  They don't have peanut butter here.  They just don't, it is like eggs for breakfast, cooky talk!  I went to six stores over the last few days and finally found one that sold the ol' PB to go with all the J.

Along those lines I also made American breakfast for all my fellow tutors this morning.  In Italy breakfast is always , tea or coffee, very sweet pastries, fruit and a mixed juice.  I usually eat cereal, which is fine but if you know me you know I love to cook and breakfast is a big one for me, especially on weekends.  So today I made pancakes from scratch.  Not as good as usual has I had to substitute something baking powderesque, for baking powder and had no salt.  I also made turkey sausage, scrambled eggs with gouda, and fruit salad, with orange juice to drink.  Everyone really enjoyed it and was appreciative to have a little something like home.

Last Friday was the last day with my current group.  I was with them for two weeks, the longest I have or will be with any group.  We had a couple of not great days but they were always followed by amazing days and all the rest were pretty good.  On our last day we had a major dance party, they love American pop music, played some learning games like bingo and race and write.  They worked hard for two weeks and really learned a lot.  They were a good group and I will miss them.

I only have one more week here in Porto and then I am off to Bali, Italy to spend one day and night and then catch a ferry over night to Dubrovnik, Croatia.  From there I catch a plane up to Prague in the Czech Republic and then down to Munich, Germany, Berlin, Germany and then up north to make my way to Dublin to hopefully catch the Notre Dame vs. Navy football game.

I have been eating well, of course and am having a great experience here.  I will be back with Kay when she gets here in September.  Next week is baseball week at the baseball field and I am excited.  I think most, if not all will be on a baseball team of sorts and so we will talk English via baseball.

I am off to a festival with lots of good food and a movie with music at the restaurant where we eat lunch everyday.  Have a great weekend and I will talk to everyone later.

Ciao

Cheese crepes with beef in the middle.  So good!

The only peanut butter in Porto Sant'Elpidio.  Sucky Skippy and 3,99 euro at that.  The simple pleasures.

These Italian kids love the limbo and were far more flexible then I expected.

They really get competitive.



Our three time champ who also happens to be a gymnasts.  Coincidence?  You decide.


The younger sister of the girl from the picture above.  She joined us one day and ended up staying the whole week.  Very Sweet!

This is her sister.  She speaks English really well since Mom has taught them both languages since birth.

Lunch the other day.  Anyone hungary?  

Dinner that I made with the worst cooking conditions I maybe have ever had, including camping.  It was pretty good too.

Sunrise Thursday morning while I was on a run.  This was around 7:00 since the sun comes up before 6:00 here.

The two sisters and I at break time in "the garden"

Graduation!!

My American breakfast this morning.

Lunch today.  Had spinach in the middle and was grub.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Shoe sale and Venice Pics

The shoe sale of a lifetime, every Thursday.

What happens when you mix shoe shopping and drinking!  Italian Karaoke. 


Literally too cool for school!

Just another lunch in Italy!  Pasta with fresh tuna.  

From just outside the train station.  Quit a view to start your trip.

All the buildings just have the coolest look to them.  Then to know they are basically just floating there is crazy.

Grand Canal.



More Karaoke debauchery.

A gondola.  Very romantic, but not for me on this trip, maybe when someone else gets here.

No wonder everyone in Italy is small.  Look at the size of these streets.

Now that is shrimp scampi!

At night from one of the 6 crossing points.

Cool church.  We didn't enter.

I snapped this photo though before the priest saw me.  Does that count as original sin?



The fish and produce market.  Everyday except Sunday and full of amazing fresh goodness.

A pic from the water taxi.

On our way out to Murado.

The master glass blower doing a demo for us.

He spun it around and yet never let it drop.

I do love the work uniform but working with glass and Jeff don't mix well.


Tad-ah!  A new vase.

This demo had no blowing, just pulling and twisting with tools.


You can start to see the horse shape here.

A different glass master made this.  It is called falling star.  It is generational job from dads to sons, uncles  to nephews.

I don't know but it looked cool.

Part of the Piazza San Marco.

It opens up to the big space and good thing because there were tons of people.  


The Cathedral 

The front was painted with images from the Bible.

A guy came out from up here and when he saw me coming ran back in.  "Oh no, it is the Hotchkiss!  Lock the doors!"  Nice to be recognized. 

This is the church that let us in, suckers.


Close up of outside.

A very nice alter of which they had several.

The middle interior.  It was roped off.

The top of the dome had statues carved all around it.

Prayer only area.

Darn holy light messing up my photos.

I'm thinking about getting one of these.