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August 8th, 2009 - 3:30 pm § in 3. Journals

Ironies in Italy: A Reflection

Written by Lisa Hagen Italy is filled with life’s little paradoxes. For example, Italians drive super fast, BUT eat really slow. Case in point.  Today I was nearly killed several times by speeding motorcycles, fiat automobiles, as well as a little kid on his bike.  If something has wheels, the I[...]

July 22nd, 2009 - 3:23 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 9th, 2009 - 12:48 pm § in 3. Journals

Safety First

by Monica Jennings It is late afternoon; the sun slowly slips away as the thunderstorm containing cumulonimbus clouds creep from behind the mountaintop moving over the city of New Cagli, Italy. I make myself aware of the time as well as the weather conditions as I rush to the small, family owned, us[...]

July 9th, 2009 - 12:21 pm § in 3. Journals

Privileged? Wasteful?

by Emily Wirth My usual routine: wake up, turn on lights, shower, blow dry my hair and start the laundry while the curling iron warms up. Pop something to eat in the microwave, charge my cell phone and electric toothbrush. All this is done whilst casually watching television. Upon arriving at Via La[...]

July 9th, 2009 - 12:19 pm § in 3. Journals

Right of Way

by Pam Lake It is clear that motorized vehicles have the right of way in Cagli. This practice is unlike the United States where it is the law that people have the right-of-way when on the road. My first fear after my arrival was of being run over as by a wheeled vehicle. Car, motorcycle, [...][...]

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

Lost Luggage

by Jennifer Caudle While standing in line at the lost luggage desk, an Italian man pushed his way past me and began speaking to the person who was helping me. The airport employee would not deal with him and told him to get back in line. A few minutes later the Italian man starts yelling [...][...]

July 9th, 2009 - 12:10 pm § in 3. Journals


by Sophie Harbert Last Wednesday during market, I spotted a woman shopping with her dog. I bent over and extended my hand tentatively toward the dog, trying to gauge whether it would allow me to pet it. “Hello, buddy” I said, “Are you a friendly dog?” The woman responded in English, without [...]

July 9th, 2009 - 12:08 pm § in 3. Journals

What’s So Funny about Peace, Love, and Understanding?

by Gavin Roddy A funny thing happened to me last week. On my second night in Cagli, Italy, I found myself feeling like a tourist pretty darn quickly. I had always loathed having to deal with tourists in my hometown. Perhaps the most infuriating example was of an American from New York arrogantly der[...]

July 9th, 2009 - 12:06 pm § in 3. Journals


by Jessica Beckendorf It is about 11 pm and I am getting ready for bed in the sunset colored bathroom. Laughter erupts from the street below. Curious, I open the wood shutters to see who would be up making so much noise. I can’t see anyone but two very young men – no more than16 [...][...]

July 9th, 2009 - 12:05 pm § in 3. Journals


by Sharon Michael Personal space doesn’t seem to exist in Italy. People are quick to say “per favore” and “grazie,” but they rarely say “scusi” when they bump into you on the street. When I say “scusi” when I brush against someone they either ign[...]