Football is not merely a sport here in Florence. It has a much higher purpose than that. The city revolves around the club, the Viola. As a first timer attending a European football game, this was nirvana.
It was a typical Florentine Friday as I enjoyed my one class when my roommate and I decided to get tickets to the Fiorentina and Juventus game during the night. As a football superfan, I was more than willing to partake within this rivalry as I have only seen and heard insane things when it came down to this game. Time moved slowly as my anticipation grew to a fever pitch. Suiting up with my Fiorentina jacket, I was ready to toss away my tourist status and become a local. Walking over to the stadium, I heard the fans’ chants grow louder and louder. This surely was not just another Friday night football game, this was going to be war.
Heading to our seats, we noticed the sheer amount of people that were packed into the stadium and realized that this was something that was not of the ordinary. Excitement filled the stadium while the Fiorentina fans sang the songs of the club. I have personally never heard a louder stadium and the voices grew louder with every shot, every foul, and every pass.
Although Fiorentina lost the game two to nil, the atmosphere is something that I will never forget. It was my first real foray as a citizen of this wonderful city, and even though I will forget the names of the restaurants and the gelato places, I will never forget this game.
The Santo Spirito Market is an area where tourists and locals combine to experience all that Florence has to offer. It is a time where people can explore anything from food to wine to art to jewelry.
On the second Sunday of February it was time to visit the Santo Spirito Market. This is a perfect activity for a lazy Sunday to go walk around with your friends and browse through all the different fun stands. It’s amazing to be able to walk through and see such a variety of fresh, authentic goods. Whether you want to buy fresh meats and cheeses, homemade jams, or hand-crafted Italian jewelry, this market had it all.
Tourists and locals alike appreciate the San Spirito Market. It exemplifies Italians’ value of fresh produce and delicious-tasting meals. Of course, Italy is known for its exquisite meals using only the best ingredients. The market’s locally-grown vegetables, carefully sliced meats, and handmade pastas demonstrate the Italian value of putting time, effort, and thought into the production of each meal. Italians are committed to fresh, enticing, cuisine.
Observing the shoppers at the market, it was clear that they were carefully considering each purchase. They took their time to examine each product, whether it was the level of intricacy in a piece of jewelry or an orange’s freshness.
One of the best things about this market was that it was full of local Florentines. Santo Spirito is located on the other side of the river from the Duomo. Here you can have a genuine Italian cultural experience. If you start to get tired while shopping, the market is in the middle of the square surrounded by restaurants and a beautiful church. There is something for everyone. The San Spirito Market shows the norm of Italian culture: that people take their time to enjoy the little things in life.
A walk through the city of Florence in search of memory stones which have so much meaning to the past and present of this historical city.
Florence is a thriving city, constantly moving and changing with the times. As a student with a passion for history and art, Florence was an easy choice when it came to picking a destination to study abroad. Defined by the renaissance, history and art is what built Florence and is absolutely inescapable: everywhere you turn is a different palazzo with historical significance, a different statue or fountain that is hundreds of years old, or a museum filled with priceless objects all telling the story of the city. I found this evident more than ever in my walk through the city in search of memory stones.
The beauty of these stones isn’t in their appearance, but in their message and purpose. Some stones are set on the outside of buildings where a Florentine of importance was born, passed, or had achieved something within the walls. Others share the history of the city through its culture such as quotes and excerpts by the famous Dante Alighieri.
What I found most interesting during this search was how the stones perfectly married the past with the future, by celebrating the continuous achievements of the city and its inhabitants. When another momentous achievement is made or event has taken place, it is immortalized in stone, and becomes engrained in Florence’s culture and celebration of the past and present.
As students living here, we are the future, and while there is much we can learn from Florence’s past, it is important to see that the city’s commitment to the past and present is what makes it truly unique.
FUA Social Media students Virginia and Jalissa had the opportunity to cover firsthand the first meeting of FUA students and their local Chat Pal partners for the semester-long activity of language and cultural exchange.
The latest ChatPal encounter that pairs students and locals took place on February 26 in Corso Tintori. The purpose of this event was for the FUA students to meet their Italian pal for the first time and have a place to get to know each other and have refreshments. To sweeten the encounter, the FUA hospitality department provided an abundance of snacks such as brownies, cakes, tarts, and savory items as well. Upon arriving everyone took a seat and SLD advisor Mattia Delle Piane announced the partner assignments, and one by one students were united with their local chat pal partner. We then took pictures of each pair in the cardboard cutout of the ChatPal Instagram. This meet & greet was a great introduction for both the students and the Italians involved. Participants will spend the rest of semester sharing and practicing the respective languages of the partners, meeting once a week for a minimum length of an hour to speak 30 minutes in one language and switch to the other for the remaining time. The Italian population this semester features individuals from diverse backgrounds and ages ranging from the 20s to early 40s. We were fortunate enough to meet and interview a local participant, Andrés Rosales, a Spanish transplant in Florence who works as a professional tour guide.
Where are you originally from?
AR: Madrid Spain but I have lived in Florence for 12 years now.
How long have you been a participant in this program?
AR: 3 years
How did u hear about ChatPal?
AR: One of my acquaintances participated the year before I started. He told me about the university, the language exchange program with the students, and I contacted FUA to meet and talk about it.
How many “Pals” do you usually get paired up with?
AR: Sometimes 1 sometimes 2 or 3, depends on the students and how often they can meet up.
Why ChatPal?
AR: To practice and improve my English.
Has your English improved?
AR: Yes, thanks to the practice and the opportunity to chat about different topics.
What do you usually talk about?
AR: General topics such as the city, life in the students’ home countries, and life here in Italy.
A listicle of some of Florence’s best spots to overcome your writer’s block, and to find your inspiration as a writer.
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Even in a city like Florence, a city teeming with inspiration, it can sometimes be difficult to find a spark of creativity as a writer. I realize this must sound like a contradiction, but writer’s block can happen even in Florence. As any writer knows, writer’s block can strike at any time, and to combat this a writer must know what encourages and nurtures his or her own writing process. Over the past few weeks I have found a few locations in Florence which I feel do just that, and have proved very successful in getting me to write. From a secret garden to a pen shop, these Florentine locations will help any writer to feel inspired.
Ditta Artigianale With two locations, (my favorite located on Via dello Sprone) this is a cozy two floor café with lush green plants and graphic eye-catching wallpaper. Sitting down with a coffee and a notebook, this place is the perfect place for a writer’s retreat. There are occasionally live musicians, and plenty of comfortable velvet armchairs to work in. Part of the atmosphere of this café is made up by the lively servers, and also the many students studying throughout. Another perk of Ditta Artigianale is that it stays open very late it is open until 11pm Sun-Thurs, and 12am on Fri-Sat. These hours are perfect for writers who work best at night, or for those who find late night inspiration.
Oblate Café Offering one of the most spectacular views of the Duomo, this rooftop café is a tucked away spot perfect for warm days, reading, and of course writing. As part of a library you can find a book by your favorite author, sit down with a great cup of coffee, and write something at any one of the numerous tables throughout the rooftop. There is also an indoor portion of the café, and so if the weather is not so great, you can still find a nice spot to sit down to get some work done. By seeing such a notable landmark from a different perspective, this café offers you a chance to look at your own writing from a new perspective as well.
News Café Just a short walk from the train station, this café is simple, quiet, and homey. A great blank canvas for writers, this café lends itself to all sorts of creative concepts. The cappuccinos are artfully designed, and the lighting is soothing. A wall of wine bottles acts as a backdrop to this writing spot, and you will find yourself spending hours typing away, or scribbling down notes in your journal in this café. There are also single tables, as well as larger conference type tables here, so whether you are working with a group or by yourself, the News Café has something for everyone.
Todo Modo Perhaps the ultimate inspo-café, this bookstore-café hybrid offers endless opportunities to those who want to write. The entrance is a bookstore, filled with art books, novels, and great literature, but if you travel deeper into the building, you will find so much more. Divided into a library, a café, and a theater, you can eat, read and explore this shop and find something new to do every day. In the back of the shop is a wooden double staircase which offers more seating opportunities, and also acts as a stage for live performers. Described as “a large reading room that becomes a bistro, a place for meetings, performances, projections, concerts, workshops, and seminars” it seems like there is always something new at Todo Modo. Sometimes authors will visit this café, or hold a seminar which can help you to hone your craft, and garner you new skills as a writer as well. There aren’t many places in Florence that offer so much for writers, and the opportunity to improve as a writer makes this place a must-see.
Il Torchio and Casa della Stilografica A writer is only as good as their writing supplies, and I find when I have really good supplies, I end up producing much more content. Try a custom notebook from Il Torchio, these books are all handmade and locally sourced. The paper is made on the Amalfi coast, and the woman who runs the shop can be found binding the books all day long. You can buy a premade book, or get a custom book to fit your needs. If you like this slightly more analog approach to writing, then you may also want to check out the fountain pens from Casa della Stilografica. These pens write like a dream, and you will be hard pressed to find a pen that writes better. The dedication and craftsmanship in good writing supplies can truly inspire any writer, every time I see my notebook or pen, I am immediately inspired to write.
Outdoor Spots My last spots to visit as a writer are all outdoors, and weather permitting, these spots are truly unmatched. They offer intimate and solitary opportunities for a writer to find a slightly more introspective experience. The first spot is part of the rose garden near the Piazzale Michelangelo, if you walk just a bit further into this garden there is a zen garden with some benches that supply a perfect spot to take a break, and write. If you climb to the top of the Piazzale, especially at sunrise, there are few more awe inspiring sights in the city, and so this spot can give a writer many opportunities to find their spark of creativity.
Another slightly less common spot to do some writing, is the area in front of the Palazzo Pitti. It may seem strange to sit here to write, but many people actually picnic in front of the Palazzo, and the community atmosphere has helped me to write many times, something about people watching and the outdoors really helps me to get inspired.
The final spot to do some writing involves a little walking, or maybe even taking the bus, and is on the way to Fiesole. The walk there is so beautiful itself that it would be a challenge to not be inspired. However, if you take Via Giuseppe Mantellini you will find yourself at a small park, with benches, and the most breath-taking view of Florence imaginable. The park is very quiet and on a sunny day you can see the Duomo, the Santa Croce, and so much more. You can find rolling hills, a bright blue sky, the golden Tuscan sun, and hopefully that elusive inspiration to write.
Today Florence is full of creative women, but what about Florence of the past?
For centuries it has been male artists who have attracted the interest of art historians. Great collectors and museums have barely paid attention to the existence of talented female artists from periods such as the Italian Renaissance and Baroque period. Women like Artemisia Gentileschi and Plautilla Nelli are not as widely known as Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci. Even by doing a simple Google search, looking for Italian renaissance artists, not one top result is a female artist. This may also be due to the fact that women had to be self-taught. Female artists were not able to study at universities. They were also not allowed to study anatomy and it was illegal for them to sell their artwork. Now, times are starting to change. Over the last decade, more than 40 works of art by female artists have been restored to their original dignity and returned to the museum spotlight. This is because of the AWA: Advancing Women Artists Foundation. Florence is known for its excellence in the arts, and the female artists of the Renaissance paved the way for women in the arts today.
A story about a moment of positive solitude in a local garden in Florence, Giardino Delle Rose.
Normally, the word solitude is associated with a negative connotation. After four months of living in Florence and dealing with the transition of being far from home, many have discovered that it has a much deeper meaning and doesn’t always need to be an unenthusiastic concept. Solitude is good for the soul; it allows a deeper connection with yourself where you can truly discover the underlying beauty within. There are many positive moments of solitude in everyday life, here’s a short story about one.
A solitary lotus flower sits on top of a small pond in Giardino Delle Rose. With its roots planted firmly in the mud, it blooms into a beautiful site every day. Since the time the seed was planted in Florence, it has broken through the layer of mud it was placed beneath and blossomed into a fascinating part of life. It has grown in a positive manner, despite the murky place where it comes from. Upon arrival in the pond, the seed was afraid of what was to come, yet determined to face it. The goal was to break through and radiate light into the world, spiritually and physically. Not just for self-love but to help the people.
Humans admire beauty and the flower wanted to share what was inside. Its strengths have truly been shown and it has overcome the obstacles that have been thrown at it all its life. Having to navigate through the dark and around many other things in its path, it has become a flower who no longer hides in the depths of the pond or even just beneath the surface. It has emerged from the water and unfolded day after day, exposing itself to this big city and sharing everything it has to offer. Being alone in the bottom of the pond has allowed the growth and ability to flourish into the exquisite flower it has always wanted to be.
One of the most famous sculptures in the Borghese Gallery in Rome is Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s Apollo and Daphne. The masterpiece captures the story of Daphne who after being pursued and harassed relentlessly by Apollo, asks her father – a river god – to save her by changing her body. In this piece I imagine Daphne’s last thoughts before she is turned into a tree.
God of light cannot get enough, he cannot let go of the dream bestowed on him by Cupid’s arrow.
I twist against him, my voice hoarse from hours of yelling for help.
Destroy the beauty that has injured me, although my beauty has nothing to do with Apollo’s antics
In my desperation I call out in vain for someone to shift the space in between us, alter whatever it is he wants or change the body that destroys my life
Suddenly I feel a rush, a ferocious buzz go through my body as my flesh turns into bark. I don’t know how, but as soon as it starts I know that this is what is happening. My limbs grow heavier as I attempt to keep on running, my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth which now tastes like grass. And my skin is now changing, I see it on my arms shifting colors and textures. In one last moment of brilliance I catch a glimpse of my fingers as they slowly turn into branches. Their growing leaves astound me, and for a second I forget what is happening. For a second I am a fairy, I have leafy fingers that could turn into paintbrushes, or maybe wings. I let out a laugh before my eyes close forever.
My sight is gone but the rest of my senses, I can tell, are stronger now. I can hear the god-boy’s cries, but they are indeed far away. I am rooted in this land, forever perhaps.
Yes, he is free to roam and boast, but he is nothing more than a boy. Maybe one day a branch of mine will strike him down. For now I am safe, I am rooted in this land, strong.
A student’s perspective on rainy days in Florence and learning to find something beautiful in everyday life.
Nothing is as pretty as the Duomo after it’s rained. The bright colors turn somber. Suddenly it turns from playful and boasting to wise. I drink it all in without stopping, I’m already late.
I bought gloves yesterday, the type with no fabric to cover your fingers. My friends make fun of me, asking me what their use is. It’s true, for most of the day my fingertips remain frozen. But the lack of fabric gives me freedom to write even if I’m outside or send a quick text.
Sit n’ Breakfast was the first coffeeshop we discovered in Florence, spotted by a friend who was here for only a few days. I used to come here every other day, determined to befriend all the baristas and practice Italian in what felt like a safe environment. I wrote in my journal: I am in love with coffee shops that feel like someone’s backyard; I am simply visiting a friend. I sat outside and revelled in the glorious sun, the same burning sun my friends complained about. I read my book and sketched for hours.
Then came a long pause, a time of intense budgeting and pushing myself to visit churches, museums, anything I could get in with my Uffizi card. I would quickly pass Sit n’ Breakfast, and the other hundreds of quaint coffee shops and try to ignore their call. But after I came back from Fall break I found my Florence different, moodier. Suddenly it actually rained, and I never needed my sunglasses. As someone who grew up on a Mediterranean island and has spent the last few years in Texas, it’s safe to say I don’t do well in “bad” weather.
But I surprised myself, not for the first time this semester. In the mornings I noticed the significant decline of tourists on the bridges as a result of the cold. I paused on the empty Ponte alle Grazie, my favorite bridge, looked at the almost silver sky, and enjoyed this newfound solitude. Almost in a trance, I found myself making my way into new coffeeshops. Without the promise of a long sunny day, that ridiculous guilt of not “making the most out of it” is gone and instead I can sit inside for hours. Speaking of ambiance is inherently cheesy, but I can’t help but smile thinking of the soft colors that accompany a fall evening in a coffee shop, the soft chatter and even softer music. Whether I’m reading, memorizing conjugations, or sketching, I can stay there until the music starts getting louder, and I know it’s aperitivo time.
To learn how to travel is to learn how to live, said Goethe. I learned that from my literature class I’ve been taking in Florence. I’ve learned that finding something beautiful and comforting in everyday life is easier than most of us like to think.
“Loving Vincent”, and what Vincent van Gogh can teach us about color and life.
“Loving Vincent” is the first movie to ever be produced using only oil paintings. In order to make this dream a reality, the movie’s production team hired 500 artists from around the world who not only were amazing in their own right, but could paint in Van Gogh’s different styles with painstaking accuracy.
I watched the movie in the cinema, and I am convinced it is the only way to really appreciate it’s magic. It does not miss a beat and from the first scene we are introduced to its interesting nature. The paint strokes are always moving, crawling across the screen in a spiral or straight line. Every slight change in facial expression is captured, every scrunch of the eyebrow, every shoulder shrug. I remember sitting up when the young protagonist is smoking and talking to someone. After taking a drag, he looks away in order to not blow the smoke in the face of his companion. Little details like this could have theoretically been omitted, and the five year long project maybe wouldn’t have taken as long. Yet, the honesty the movie exudes would not have been present.
The movie is filled with “Easter eggs” as most of, if not all, scenes are inspired or adapted from one of Van Gogh’s paintings, including every single speaking character! While the story that is played out isn’t necessarily true, it is interesting to see how the death of one of the world’s most beloved artists might have affected the people around him.
During my Fall Break I visited London for the first time and after seeing “Loving Vincent” I made sure to not miss Van Gogh’s corner in the National Gallery. Exhibited in a room with Pissarro, Seurat, Toulouse-Lautrec and others, his pieces take up an entire wall. This was the first time I had seen his work in real life. Upon seeing “Farms near Auvers”, which was included in one of the most visually engaging scenes in the movie, I understood why the idea for “Loving Vincent” came up. Even in a still painting, Van Gogh’s brush strokes seem to be dancing.
Florence illuminates with color throughout the day, shifting through tones of a similar palette. On my walk to school I play a game. I try to see how many colors I can find in new places. Electric blue on this lady’s eyelids, yellow socks on that toddler, a rainbow caught in a puddle on the street. It is said we dream in black and white. All the more reason to live in pursuit of full, brilliant color.
