Just Your Average School Day

Gosh, everyday is a new crazy and totally random adventure. It feels as though the typical school day consists of getting a cappuccino stop at one of my many favorite bars, studying on the rooftop terrace at the library, then class which normally means group collaboration or going to a museum, followed by some sort of flashmob, blogger event, or aperitif to end the evening. You know, causal.

This Wednesday was no exception. For my PR Strategies class we took a field trip to gorgeous Gucci Museum where we took a gander at the world’s first Gucci handbag and the dress Blake Lively wore to the Gucci Premiere and in their perfume ad. Then between class went to our favorite shabby chic coffee, gelato, and crepe cafe, La Milkeria, where I made my own cafe latte. Honestly, one of these days I might just bring a sleeping bag and hide in the bathroom so I can live in that cute little cafe forever. As if the day couldn’t get any better, later that evening we went to a little event put on by The Florentine Newspaper and a local bedding store. It was a public pillow fight. Yes, you read that right. My friends and I participated in a giant pillow fight right in front of the Duomo with complete strangers just for the fun of it. The event was BYOP, face paint optional, and was being filmed for the news. We were immediately split up into teams and we sent into battle. Half way through the bell towers started ringing all around us. It was epic. I have never seen or heard of, let alone participated in anything so random in my entire life. Unfortunately, I can’t be certain which team won exactly, but when I was being interviewed for a YouTube channel documenting the entire event I claimed my team was the obvious victors.

Life is so unpredictable. Each and every day I wake up to a brand new adventure with absolutely no warning, let alone any sort of consistency. Florence was made for my somewhat creative tendencies and lack of attention span. Now I can’t image life any other way.


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A Little Florentine R&R

Some people are naturally talented musicians, some are born genius mathematicians, others can inspire a group of people to create a world-changing movement using the power of speech alone.

I, however, have found my true passion and gift in finding random local events and happenings, especially ones including yoga and food. This Sunday was a prime example of my sheer luck for finding miscellaneous adventures. It normally occurs in a series of events like this:

I woke up with no plans, laid in bed, checked my Twitter feed, saw a retweet by a Florentine blogger of another local blogger about an event at the pristine and very private Four Seasons Florence, remembered that’s the hotel George Clooney stayed in while he was here a few weeks ago for around 1,050 euros a night, called the hotel to make sure it was all inclusive, and boom. I gathered a couple of my roommates and we were there.

The entire day was literally out of a dream. The largest and most elegant private garden in Florence owned by the Four Seasons opened it’s door to the public for one day only and was our very own spa/playground for the day. For a measly 15 euros we spent the day getting facials, eating only the best gluten free organic local foods, sipping on italian espressos, and taking multiple yoga classes in the garden with a view of the Duomo, all within the confines of this luxury resort. Seriously, how did I get so lucky? It was by far the best and most relaxing day I’ve spent in Florence so far and the perfect way to unwind in this beautiful foreign country I get to call home.

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Milan Fashion Week

Two words. Italian. Fashion. Need I say more?

Milan Fashion Week is a once in a lifetime experience and there was no chance I would be in Italy and miss this glamorous affair.

I strolled around wishfully window shopping all of my favorite italian designers; Versace, Dolce & Gabbana, Armani, Gucci, Prada, & Mischino. It was torture. sweet, beautiful, couture torture.

We got our hair styled to look like actual runway models by the world’s hottest Italian men, which is a very high standard over here. Everyone’s face looks as though it was chiseled by the god’s themselves. But seriously, Krystina’s hair looked like a piece of art, a weird, bizarre, pretentious piece of art. We took it out the moment we left the popup hair salon. Oops..

I ate like a true Milanese and had my first ever risotto. I could have easily had five more plates if I wasn’t super self-conscious and surrounded by stick-thin models, literally.

We explored different MFW expos featuring award winning student designs, watched live fashion shows projected on every wall, saw a man hand making leather shoes, peaked in at a Canon dress up blogger photo shoot, and admired a spectacular Sophia Loren exhibition.

Everything took a very weird and not to glamourous turn when we decided to head to the fabulous Duomo to have ourselves a little photo shoot. There I was minding my own business taking some shots of the amazing architecture and next thing I know I have a handful of corn kernels in my hand. Half a second and an ear-piercing scream later, I had around 3-7 dirty rat birds all across the length of my arm. (I know I say I’m fearless and all, but the pigeons here are actually terrifying). This was probably the most scarring event to occur in my twenty-one years of life on this planet.

However the highlight and best part about the entire day was the fact that I spent it doing my favorite hobby. People watching. From seeing real models out running from show to show to noticing people wearing new outfits that just debuted on the runway the night before, the street fashion was surreal. If you ever get the chance and happen to be in NYC, Milan, or Paris around the time of Fashion Week, for the love of everything aesthetically pleasing and right in the world, GO PEOPLE WATCH.

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Ciao from Cinque Terre!

This may be my absolute favorite place on the face of the planet. Yesterday we were given a private tour of the five little sea towns that make up Cinque Terre by the beautiful Allie and had the most stellar day. Can you imagine any place more picturesque? Our day was filled with lots of photo shoots, delicious linguine and clams, girl talks on the rocks, window shopping, and some spritz. I mean when you looked down all you saw was blue crystal clear water and when you looked up all you saw were a pastel rainbow of apartments stuck on the sides of mountains. It was by far the most amazing place I have seen so far on my trip, wait make that my entire life.

& a huge thanks to Allie and Pier for giving us the grand tour of your home!

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