A hunting we will go.... for Caravaggio! This morning was dedicated to a church-crawl... our fearless leader lead us followers through the center of Rome to San Louis des Francais, Basilica di S. Agostino, and Miami des Sophia Lorenzo... I've been inspired to use my impressively immense vocabulary and I decided to create an Italiamericano Artphabet: uh-mmm (throating clearing):
Art. Good Start.
Brush. Round. Flat. Made out of cat.
Charcoal. Collage. Canvas. Color montage. Christian Babe... errr Bale.
Dry. Heave.
Encaustic. Easter. Easel. Egg Tempera. PotstickEr.
Fresco. Form.
Gouache. Gold leaf. HoG Wash. Gelato.
Highlight. Dooey. Looey. Hue-y.
Impasto. Impressionism. Impossible. Mission.
Jesus. He deserves his own.
K. Isn't in the Italian alphabet.
Line. To get a Lamb-kabob.
Medium. Model. Midget.
Nude boob.
Oil paint. Vinegar saint.
Paper. Pastel. Pen. Pigement. Paint. Porcelain. Peter. Paul. & Mary.
Q. isn't in the Italian alphabet either.
Raku. Reduction. Religion. Pidgeon.
Shade. Stone. Symbol.
Tint. Turpentine.
Underpainting. Victoria's Secret.
Valuable. Vintage.
Wash. Watercolor. Wax. SUV. W isn't in their alphabet either...
Xray. XOXO
Ye. Yel. Yell. Yello. Yellow. Submarine.
Zion. Noah's Arc. National Park.
Now I know everything about art... I'll see if on Sunday, I can make the Pope laugh hard enough to fart.
Today was pretty uneventful, as you can tell. I caught the bug that we've all passed around to each other, everyone is hacking up their lungs... we sound like collicy cattle. We went to the Capital Museum... saw a bunch of old stuff.... ancient art would be the correct terminology... I just wasn't feeling Constantine today, sorry homie. Jesine and I peaced out early and found an awesome raw foods bar on the way... we got smoothies- ginger, pear, red turnips, red chilis, apples and yogurt. That'll get things movin'... my body thanked me for a some much needed vitamins. I took a 3 hour snooze, with a few coughing attacks throughout... I love waking up, feeling like I forgot to breathe, and cough my guts out for a good 5 minutes. Yet another PBH&B (peanut butter, orange honey & banana) sando for lunch. Never gets old.
I took a stroll along Via del Corso- big shopping street- to search for running shoes. Apparently Italians don't exercise because there are NO athletic stores... a store called Athlete's World sells only fashion kicks and Disney character t-shirts and sweats... WTF? Finding a sports bra and running shorts will be like finding a needle in a haystack. I don't know how these people stay so thin when they eat pasta and bread with 3 courses per meal... Speaking of food... I stopped by the grocery for some salami, cheese and apples... I have enjoyed making/packing lunch and dinner everyday... so much cheaper! Hoping to get on the upside of this crumby cold... Only one more day in Rome! Not gonna let it get me down... better blogger tomorrow... wasn't feelin' it today, not gonna lie. And it is a day late. I'd get fired if this was my job. Although if I was getting paid to do this, it would be a different story... Maybe someday! CIAO!
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Well darlin you made me laugh hard enough to fart... if I ever did that kind of thing of course. OMG, I had no idea that K was not in the Italian alphabet. What in the h e double toothpicks do they do when they wish to date Katherine with a 'k' and take her kayaking on the ocean? "Bonjourno A-therine would you like to a-yaking with me? To which she replies, "no I don't yak with idiots"
ReplyDeleteSo, I went to the store to find this fabulous "Orange honey" for a PBH&B ... WTPH!(I learned that you can say this even in an upper school chapel and get away with it. It stands for "what the phoque" - seal in French) anyway, We don't have this orange delicacy in the Midwest! This really bites. I was thinking , "blast it, I am going to eat something Whit is eating so that I don't feel completely ravenous at the end of reading her blogs"... to know avail. no PBOH&B... WTPH!
BTW I would so pay you to do this if I were rich. You keep me living vicariously through a beautiful blond with a great brain and in great places... Except I totally leave the dancing and clubbing to you alone -- I am actually shy, with not 3 but 5 left feet and can't even live through someone else when it comes to that. If I did, I might jinx you and you being so ... you, might kill someone.
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