Posts Tagged ‘cagli’

July 9th, 2009 - 1:10 am § in Traditions

Medieval Archery Tournament in Cagli

By Jennifer Caudle Photos by Sophie Harbert Throughout Italy, a common thread sews together the fabric of family, church, and community. This thread is tradition. Traditions encompass the values, celebrations, and customs of everyday life and the unique traditions of Cagli, Italy give meaning to lif[...]

July 9th, 2009 - 12:23 am § in 3. Journals

A Simple Life

By Carrie Root I call myself a minimalist. And I find it very hard work in the United States to remain one. Daily I fight a losing battle, trying to rid myself of things I don’t want or need. Still, life at home seems to pile “stuff” up, leaving me feeling overwhelmed with too many [...][...]

July 8th, 2009 - 12:21 pm § in Traditions

The Wednesday Market in Cagli

by Pamela Lake Every Wednesday as Cagli awakens, white vans pull into the piazza and surrounding streets of Old Cagli.  Vendors transform these vans into small shops within minutes.  Shop owners from other parts of the region come weekly to set up business in the streets of Cagli.  These temporar[...]

July 8th, 2009 - 10:44 am § in Traditions

Finding Community in the Religious Traditions of Cagli

by Sophie Harbert All of Cagli participates in Corpus Domini, a major church festival observing the 12th century miracle in which blood sprang from a piece of bread broken during the Eucharist.  Each house collects the flowers and herbs to make an infiorate, or floral arrangement.  Red and yellow [...]

July 8th, 2009 - 10:17 am § in Traditions

Beer Festival 2009 in Cagli, Italy

by Kata J. Dora A stroll through small town Cagli, Italy, suggests there is a strong emphasis on maintaining the old buildings amidst the new buildings. Tradition matters. For someone from the western world, it might be strange to listen to the city hall’s bell ringing every 15 minutes, followed b[...]

July 8th, 2009 - 5:32 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Life in the Piazza

by Kata J. Dora The air is wet and moist, filled with a smoky tomato smell reminiscent of a kitchen. The City Hall’s bell rings: Ding, Dong, Dong. A church bell rings nearby: Ding, Dong, Dong. Some sit near the center of the piazza. Others stand in small circles and talk. The clearest sounds come [...]

July 5th, 2009 - 11:10 pm § in 2. Life in Piazza

A Piazza Asleep

The dark gray cobblestones of this place dip and roll like the surface of a calm, strong sea, their surface worn smooth and shiny by thousands of feet over hundreds of years. If the stones had a voice, it would be an old man’s voice, cracking and shaking as he tells tales of the days [...][...]

July 4th, 2009 - 10:31 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

One of the smallest of Cagli is escorted to the piazza on the hand of his Padre.  The gleam of his father’s eyes met with the look of familiarity in the gentlemen companions he was meeting for the evening.  The glimmer of light in the eyes of his curly haired, young son met with the [...][...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 9:00 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

The Art of “Piazza-ing”

5:15 p.m. – 5:45 p.m A young girl approximately the age of two resembling her mother is carried over and placed on the lap of a peppered-hair man. The tall, slim woman unwraps a yellow bag and extracts a yellow happy-face shaped popsicle and gently places it in her bobbed-hair daughter’s tin[...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 7:38 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Quiet in the Piazza

by Jennifer Caudle Quiet seems to lay across the piazza on Sunday during pausa. Cars seem extinct. No motorcycle engines rev or brakes squeal. The fountain—usually covered by the thick of cars—now stands tall and proud, reminiscent of the young Italian men. Few people talk. They enjoy their coff[...]