Sienna

Trip Start Sep 24, 2005
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Trip End Dec 20, 2005


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Saturday, September 24, 2005

The Normal Ottaviane Breakfast of Two cups of OJ, a Hot Cocoa Espresso, a sweet crassaunt and a nasty dinner roll was quite filling today, or not. I choked down the hard dinner roll, layer by layer at the bus/train station as we waited for the rest of the straggling crew to show up for the departure of our two busses to Sienna. After waiting for an extra half hour or so because of bus "problems" and no bus driver we began our 3 hour journey. I had no idea Sienna was that far; luckily I had my ipod and an aisle row. About one half hour into the "Mr. Toads Wild Ride" bus trip Bryce and I decided to utilize the aisle ways of the bus and decided to lay down and get comfortable. I was able to sleep but the carpet smelled of smells that shouldn't ever be smelled. Boy I said smells a lot back there in that sentence. When we finally got to Sienna, after what seemed like forever and a day we were quickly ushered off the bus and introduced to our tour guide who was wearing a full blown headset (like the ones at McDonalds) and a big-ol-speaker that was attached around her waist like a fanny-pack. It was so funny. I wanted so badly to wear it and say "Luke I Am Your Father." But she wouldn't let me. She was very protective about her speaker/headset. For the majority of the time the tour seemed never ending, we went to a church that had the head (the body is in rome) and a finger of the princess or something of Sienna. I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the church, but it was massive and photos weren't allowed to be taken, so I have no "photo-memory" of it. For some reason all I could think about during this tour was drinking water and eating something, must have been a crazy Friday Night. The tour was over two hours long. The coolest part of the tour, in my opinion, was learning about the different districts within Sienna. Once you are in a district you are in. Kind of like gangs, once you are in, you are in. Every District has its rival district, but 21st century rivalries don't involve nearly as crazy of things as it did back in the day. Now a days it is involves "run by egging" and t-peeing of their front door. If I was in a district I would be sure to get a tattoo of my districts animal/ mascot. Except if the district was the; Horses, Unicorns, Fairies, Powder-puffs, or any other cheesy name for that matter.
In the center of the city, (the shell shaped open area) there is an annual horse race in the summer that involves the districts of Sienna. Packing 35,000 people into this square would be an impressive site. I guess horses bite it pretty regularly when they have to take one particular 90 degree turn that is up hill and slanted to the right at amazing speeds, I would be that guy laughing in the background probably. From the center of the city we were finally released to have 2 hours to wander, instead of getting food like I had been complaining about all morning, I decided to follow a group of people to the Duomo where we climbed to the top of the Main entrance Arch of the Duomo that was never finished.
Explanation: Years before I was born, Sienna and Florence, where "battling' over who could build the biggest Cathedral. Sienna had what is present day Duomo built, but then a little thing called the plague ravaged the town. Sienna had the structure of the soon to be completed Cathedral in place but the plague drained the towns' money and man power to almost zero. Besides the fact that the city had no money, the Cathedral was actually too heavy and sinking into the hillside (Some pillars today are actually leaning and have to be held up by many support beams). So they had to abort the project, leaving the present day walls to never be finished. Parts of the finished wings have been converted into museums and show rooms. Needless to say, Florence won by a few feet (or two) and Sienna can always claim second place.
We walked to the top of the main entrance of the unfinished Duomo and saw the most spectacular view of all Sienna. We were able to see the Dumo (finished and unfinished), the town square and the surrounding wine country as it would appear on a post card.
After squeezing down the small stairs and walking through the museum, me, willis, leslie and adam went to a Pizzeria to get water and panini's. We hung out in the square, where we caught some afternoon sun before we made our way back to the bus to transfer to San Gimignano. Before we made it to San Gimignano our tour guide thought it would be cool to stop by this old military fort. So we did. Moving on (it was really randomn and only worth two sentences in the journal). Of course I couldn't fall asleep the whole two hour ride to San G except for the last 15 minutes. San G was one of my favorite places. They call it the Manhattan District of Castles (or something like that). Reason being that in old times families show their power and wealth by building their towers (houses) as high as they could. Of course by doing this you make it even more attractive for people to knock them down. There used to be 72 towers, ranging in all different sizes. Today only 14 exist. There must have been some pissed off Gimignanoan's. We walked around in the town on our own for an hour or two. By the museum which I didn't go into (as it was a ridiculous amount of euro for some paintings and stuff) I decided to chill on the steps of the museum and listen to this Italian Flutist rock the hell out of his flute. I have never, in my 8 years of playing an instrument heard anyone play a flute so hard. (hard= totally just going nuts and playing the shit out of it. Kind of Jazz/Rock like). After getting lost with willis on the back roads of San G, we ate some more (pizza and Gelato). Oh yeah, my gelato cherry got popped today. I think it is overrated really, I don't think it is that great, but who knows. Finally after being a tourist all day we loaded back onto the bus and headed back to flo-town. Walking, site-seeing, and exploring (same as site-seeing) really drains you and makes you tired.
After a short turn around time (shower, and clean socks) Matt and I went and grabbed a few sandwiches from a place near by and a bottle of wine from our local wine cart and watched Family Guy over dinner. Before long, and against my better judgment, (haha) Aurora and I went to PH where we were greeted by the usual mass amount of GU kids. We hung out for a bit, before I had to walk Aurora home. (as I promised her I would). When I finally got back from the half hour round trip to walk Aurora to 85 Cavor everyone had left PH. So I followed my senses to the Star Discoteque. What a sketchy place. You had to walk down this dark hallway (after getting a drink ticket) to this dark dance floor. I wasn't feeling it at all. Weird lighting and weird dancing just wasn't my thing. I attempted to leave but a shady guy at the entrance wouldn't let me leave without cashing out my drink ticket. (apparently you don't pay for your drinks right away, you charge them on your ticket and pay when you leave, bad news I think for "some" people.) After wandering around for a minute or two trying to find the guy to stamp my ticket as I didn't buy anything I was home free. I threw the ticket at the guy that wouldn't let me leave and I never looked back. On that note. Ciao.

Sunday,

After trying to call China unsuccessfully for one and a half hours during the wee hours of Sunday Morning I decided to go back to bed before the infamous Katie A. Dutli came this afternoon. Calling to a different country is quite difficult as there are so many additional country codes and what not. I think it was my most productive Sunday in the history of productive college Sundays. We took her to the place that we had our picture taken at on Friday. We had an awesome lunch at a little place by the Arno, and went window shopping on the Ponte Vecchio. We didn't buy anything though. We also indulged in a little gilato (second cone in two days, I am a fat ass) and went shopping at the Market. They kept making fun of me because I wanted to take Dutli to the Leather Market so bad. It is the one highlight of living 20 minutes from school. Oh well. At about 3 I left the tour party and began a full day of homework in one hour. At the computer lab I watched the Packers fall to 0-3 on the internet play-by-play. This starts the week of great. I'm out.


Sunday,

After trying to call China unsuccessfully for one and a half hours during the wee hours of Sunday Morning I decided to go back to bed before the infamous Katie A. Dutli came this afternoon. Calling to a different country is quite difficult as there are so many additional country codes and what not. I think it was my most productive Sunday in the history of productive college Sundays. We took her to the place that we had our picture taken at on Friday. We had an awesome lunch at a little place by the Arno, and went window shopping on the Ponte Vecchio. We didn't buy anything though. We also indulged in a little gilato (second cone in two days, I am a fat ass) and went shopping at the Market. They kept making fun of me because I wanted to take Dutli to the Leather Market so bad. It is the one highlight of living 20 minutes from school. Oh well. At about 3 I left the tour party and began a full day of homework in one hour. At the computer lab I watched the Packers fall to 0-3 on the internet play-by-play. This starts the week of great. I'm out.
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cossman
cossman on

the jesus of photography lives on
hey buddy, just wanted to say good job with the photo taking. im already starting to take note of where i have to go. miss you calfriend, OC is coming soon!

p.s. whats with 'chit-chatting'?

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