Author: Jack Goodman

  • Sightseeing in Italy

    I am OFFICIALLY half way through my time here in Italy! My host family keeps trying to convince me that I just haven’t done much yet and that I really must get out more… but I keep assuring them that I have seen so much more than many people ever will. One overriding fact with all of this is simply that I am able to say that I *LIVE* in Italy. I’m not just on a week vacation, rushing around to the biggest tourist sites; I quite literally wake up six hours ahead of my friends and family on a daily basis in a foreign country, because that’s my life.

    Now, to prove my host family wrong, I’ll go through a few other the places I’ve been able to visit:

    Saluzzo is a city near my hometown of Savigliano. It is half a medieval city and half very modern (so, basically just like every place in Italy). Some of the buildings and streets are even from the early 12th Century, and most of it is still lived in and used today. The woman who showed me around (one of the teachers I work with) actually grew up in the older section and told me stories of how the children would play games around these ancient structures and paintings. I constantly have to explain that there really are no places like this in America, because there were simply no Europeans even on the continent during this time period.

    Torino (Turin) will be discussed when I can get more time to actually look around. Usually, this is where I meet up with the other expats here teaching English through Greenheart Travel and WEP. It’s a beautiful city with plenty to do! My host mother works at the university as a mathematics professor, so one day I will go with her to look around some of the more famous spots and museums. For now, I’ve only had a chance to explore some night life and go to the top of the Mole Antonelliana (now the National Cinema Museum and the tallest museum in the world) to look out over the city and stare at the Alps.

    Milano (Milan) needs no introduction really. My schools’ third years went on a trip to visit the science museum and I was allowed to go. Admittedly, I did not get to shop, but it’s not like I’d have the money to buy something at any of these places anyway. So I *saw* many things, but I did not get to *do* much. Instead, we toured some ancient churches with some incredible artwork. I cannot tell you too much, since the tours were in Italian, but it all looked very beautiful. We ended the trip at the Museum of Science and Technology, dedicated to Leonardo da Vinci – the students went there own way and I wandered the museum on my own.

    ImageVenezia (Venice) for the one and only Carnevale!! I went to New Orleans last year for Mardi Gras, and I wanted another incredible experience this year for the same holiday, just different style. I made plenty of memories… but, unfortunately, they are all dampened with the obscene amount of rain and hail we experienced in two days. I don’t think I have ever been more wet without jumping in a pool! We entered the Doge’s Palace to escape the rain, and I’m still in awe of the artistry that people lived with if they were royal enough. Maybe the rain affects my opinion, but Venice did not impress me much. I still would want to go back in the sunshine, but only for a day.

    Padova (Padua) is the setting of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew (which I actually just finished reading the same day I am writing this post), and it is beautiful! We visited here just after Venice, and the sun finally came out! While there are many things to see (including the beautiful Padua University and the Basilica of St. Anthony, with his tomb and relics), my favorite will always be the Prato della Valle, one of the largest piazzas in Europe. It is surrounded by a moat of water, which is then lined with almost 100 statues of famous residents. Even though we visited many other places, we always found ourselves wandering back to this green just to relax and eat some kebab.

    Verona. I’m an English teacher after all and could not pass up the chance to see Juliet’s Balcony (a complete tourist trap built onto a home in the 1920s). The iconic statue was gone for restoration, but I still found it interesting the marks people must leave in this area. The gates were crowded with padlocks and the walls were full of graffiti, love notes, and heart-shaped chewed gum… The rest of the city (including the Roman Arena, the view from the top of Lamberti’s Tower, the Verona Cathedral, an ancient Roman theater, etc.) makes it for my favorite location in Italy.
    Aside from these famous cities, I’ve had the chance to hike in the Alps and walk along a pier at the Mediterranean Sea; I’ve seen castles and vineyards; I’ve tasted famous wines and eaten traditional Piemontese meals… And this is only half of my time in Italy. How can anyone tell me that I simply haven’t seen much?

  • Benvenuto a Italia!

    ImageSuccess! I’ve escaped (miserably cold and snowy) New Jersey! Now, don’t get me wrong. I really love my state. I grew up in the very north of Jersey my entire life – a lot of trees, a lot of lakes, and a lot of sarcasm. (Oh, Sarcasm – how I miss thee in just a week!) It’s beautiful and has the perfect mix of tranquility and intensity that comes with living within an hour of New York City. But I’ve always dreamed of traveling, and with the help of Greenheart Travel and WEP (Greenheart’s Italian partner), I have that chance while keeping true to my first passion of teaching.

    Since I’m writing this a few days late (I wanted to settle in), I’ll recap what has been a crazy experience in culture shock.

    View of the cloudy sky and, in the distance, the sun rising over the AlpsI left Newark International Airport on January 22nd. Despite a seven hour overnight flight, I didn’t sleep once. By the time I arrived in Milano, it was about 2AM in New Jersey. I have to admit that watching the sun rise over the Alps from 30,000 feet in the air made up for the exhaustion.

    When the entire group with WEP gathered, we were transported two hours away to a hostel in Turino (the capital city of the Piemonte region). We wandered the city for a few hours that The alter of the Chiesa di San Filippo Nerievening and a few of us stumbled upon this beautiful church. We hadn’t even known it was a church until we stepped through the gates and opened the doors to a darkened room. I’m not religious, but the artwork and detail put into every inch left me in awe. This was the greatest moment of reality: knowing I’m truly in a new country – finally seeing the history mixed with the modern society.

    After a glorious sleep, the next day was to orient us in our upcoming experiences and meet with our host families (in my case, my mentor teacher since my family was unable to make it). I’ll leave out the boring parts and all of the goodbyes to my fellow English-speakers and skip to arriving at Savigliano.

    I seem to have been given the perfect host family! I was expecting a much more strict life-style, as I was told by many people, but they are so extremely relaxed that I still need to get comfortable in how much freedom there is. My host brother is 24, and my two sisters are 21 and 16 – making it easy to have them as friends in this new world. My brother especially has been fantastic so far and has taken pity on me to bring me out with My host father built this only two weeks before I arrived. It is a balcony that sits right over the staircase to downstairs.his friends (who gladly taught me Italian and Piemontese curse words). Aside from all this, the home is just comfortable. And there are books in nearly every room. What more could an English teacher ask for (aside from, you know, books in English)?

    Things are still very new to me here, and I have never felt more confident nor more inadequate in everything I do. My first goal is to try and learn Italiano so as to not be such a burden upon my family for everything. I want to travel the country and this continent, which seems both small and massive at once… I suppose that is my greatest impression of my first week here: how the contradictions seem to exist next to each other in every aspect of life in Italy. I just hope I can keep up.

    p.s. As I finish writing this entry, it has started to snow in Savigliano… I suppose I spoke to soon about escaping the cold Jersey winter!