To quote a previous post, “holy shit you guys, it’s May already”. This sentiment has remained relevant, as April has once again eluded me. Last April I spent a week in Spain, to visit a good friend. We frolicked around … Continue reading
You know that feeling when you just finish a really good series? First, there’s the pure satisfaction you get from finally knowing what happened and that (most of the time) the storylines have somehow all tied together. The feeling of satisfaction … Continue reading
Just checking in to let you all know that I still care about this blog/website (i caved and spent $18 to own the vinoandvisas.com url). Truth is I’ve kind of been too preoccupied mentally to take time and write about my life. This may seem sort of counter intuitive for a writer, because it seems like all successful writers journal their hardships and then turn them into great pieces of work. But I guess that’s kind of my problem. I don’t really consider myself to be a real writer. This insecurity kind of doubles as a defense mechanism, because if I don’t take myself too seriously then I can easily brush off criticism or even compensate for skills that I am lacking.
This strategy has worked really well for me. I’ve always just written for fun and shared my work, because the feedback I was getting was overwhelmingly positive and TBH it made me feel kinda good about myself. Now, what I’ve discovered is that as someone going on interviews and trying to enter a specific track in the work-world, you kind of have to take yourself seriously.
Since the likelihood of getting my dream job of writing for Food and Travel magazine like Bon Appétit right out of college is not very high, I’ve been trying to fit myself into different, more practical molds. This has translated into countless keyword job searches in San Diego and Los Angeles, such as: digital marketing jobs, social media manager jobs, copywriter jobs and editorial assistant jobs. So far, what i’ve found is that there are a lot of these jobs, which is great, BUT there’s always a catch. I’m either under qualified because I’m not a Journalism major (even though I’ve been writing for a newspaper for 3 years) or I don’t have enough technical skills such as graphic design or previous marketing experience.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m just frustrated. I feel happy and sad, confident but anxious, jaded yet hopeful. Maybe these conflicting emotions are a side-effect of Senioritis. Or maybe, just maybe, all these emotions that I feel ALL THE TIME are a result of me growing up into the kinda sorta adult that I can feel myself becoming. I’m experiencing the joys of adulthood, i.e. going out to drag shows and dancing the night away. Then also, the not-so-fun parts of adulthood, i.e. realizing that you have no money and can’t really afford your new-found legality, because you are indeed still a full-time student and only make $12 an hour at your part-time job.
I don’t know, man. This kinda sorta adulting is getting a little old. I’m feeling like I’m ready to escape this limbo of uncertainty and mature from a kinda sorta adult into a full-time adult. I know adulthood is definitely not as great as it’s cracked up to be…but, I think I’m ready for the responsibilities.
I’m at the point in my life where I want, need and feel like I deserve both that $6 bottle of Primitivo AND the Dark Chocolate Almond Bark at Trader Joe’s. Frankly, if I can’t afford that, I don’t really see the point of it all.
*yes, i’m aware that i’m being dramatic.
***Warning: this is not a review of Adele’s beautiful 2nd album. It’s more of a tell-all, exposé of this supposed milestone of a birthday… It’s been a while since I’ve written on this blog, which is ok with me. I … Continue reading
Meraviglioso (MARE- UH- VIL- YO- ZO) : Italian for wonderful, splendid, marvelous. I was on the plane coming home from the beautiful island of Sardegna about a week ago, feeling sad about how little time I have left in Italy, … Continue reading
MAMMA MIA, TIME FLIES!!!
Wow I really can’t get over the fact that so much time has passed already that I’ve been living in another country. I mean, I’ve been consciously aware of the fact that I’m not in America while I’ve been here, but when I actually stop and think about the fact that I legit live in another country – and how much I LOVE IT, it kind of blows my mind. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m pretty easily impressed, but I mean come on, I’m kind of proud of me.
~ok i’m done. moving on… ~
I just wanted to check in with my dear old bloggie, and I have news, so that’s fun! My news is that I ate fresh burrata in Puglia. I KNOW, YOU GUYS….SO EXCITING! Oh yeah, also, I went to Puglia for 4 days with my Italian roommate, Laura and my P.I.C., Lily. We drove around the southern part (the boot of Italy), saw stupidly pretty seawater/coastline and ate way too many taralli. Puglia is amazing – it’s full of olive trees that produce some of the best oive oil in Italy, rich cultural heritage sites and just happens to be where my Italian heritage tanti anni fa (many years ago) originates. I definitely recommend a visit to Puglia, if you’re looking for absolute beauty and some of the best food you’ll ever nom on. **Some things to know before you go: it’s the south, so infrastructure is really poor and/or non-existent, things like wi-fi are hard to find, most people don’t speak English and speak Italian with a very heavy accent, you need a car, unless you’re staying in only 1 or 2 towns, people do things on their own time (they are on super Italian time –meaning everything is later and slower than the actual time it’s supposed to happen), last but NOT least, it’s so worth it!
Before Puglia, two weeks prior I was actually in Spain for a week, visiting my friend, Rebecca. I went to Madrid and Valencia, both of which are amazing and deserve their own post. I think I’m going to work on posting travel tips and places I’ve been, this summer, when I have time and am back in America, reminiscing about Europe. In the meantime, i’ll give you all the trip highlights: Valencia – central market, incredibly cute town, bar crawl, drink (agua de valencia), bar crawl with randoms (pretending to bffs/making out with a cute german), randomly running into a wine and cheese festival. Madrid – THE METRO IS SO AMAZING, the Museo de Sofia Reina, parks, my sweet Spanish air bnb host and her homemade spanish tortillas, seeing Rebecca everyday :D.
Now, it’s May…HOLY SHIT! I have May, June and July (I leave July 29) left in my beloved Bologna. I’m freaking out a bit, because I know how fast the time will go and I still have so many things I want/need to do. I have my internship with the Human Right’s Night Film Festival that’ll be happening soon, so i’ll be busy. I have exams, which I need to start studying for, but have absolutely no voglia (desire) to do so. I need to start planning my trip to Sicily and to Sardegna, for when my mom comes. I need to do my laundry and exercise and live a healthy lifestyle — sheesh, so many things!!!!
If there’s anything I’ve learned while abroad, it’s that there’s no use in thinking about the short amount of time you have to do things (yes, 1 year is actually no time at all). Invece (instead), you have to just appreciate and enjoy every moment for what it is…carpe that effin diem, or whatever those cheesy posters that I secretly love so much say. In fact, that’s what I’ve been doing in Bologna – just appreciating how great the city is by always being out. Lily and I are always walking around, running into open-air markets, going for a stroll at Giardini Margherita, getting an aperitivo out with friends or just grabbing a bottle of wine and sitting in a piazza. Springtime in Bologna is amazing, everyone is always outside. Actually, tonight we wanted to go out for a bit, so we went to the last day of the liberation festival, conveniently located at the park next to our apartment and got melanzana alla parmigiana from the Sicilian stand. It was so nice; there were cute little tables on the grass, so we sat down and enjoyed our yummiez and were gifted a free cannolo, by the sweet man working the booth. Whilst enjoying our sweet treat, we caught the attention of a group of older Italian men chatting and drinking wine. It was obvious that they were looking to chat us up, so they started off with the standard “where are you from” question. They asked if we were Spanish and were delightfully surprised when we replied back that we’re Californiane. Soon enough, they asked if they could sit at our table for some chiacchierate (chitchat) and were picking our brains about old american comics and giving us a history lesson about Bologna and wars of the past. It was actually really fun to chitchat with the old geezers of Bologna, who were just being their naturally social, Italian selves. We said our goodbyes and headed home, after an unexpected eventful night of casual conversation and laughter in the park with locals. Bologna è così (Bologna’s like this): there’s always fun to be had, you just have to go out and find it.
So, yeah i’m going to be sad to leave my new found home, but I think at the end of the day, the message is the same – find your own fun. Go outside, meet people, chat, laugh, eat, drink and be merry. Nothing will be ever the same, when I get back to California, but now that i’ve learned the kind of lifestyle I like, I think I can recreate it just about anywhere I am.
Basta ragazzi (enough), i’m done with all the cheesy stuff. Thanks for reading. Here are a few pics of my Bolognese life. Hope you enjoy.
It’s Sunday morning, rain is falling on my window pane…wait no, that’s a Maroon 5 song. It’s Sunday morning and I’m sitting here on my unmade bed attempting to study Dante’s Inferno, before my attention span descends into the great … Continue reading
I’m trying to stay tranquilla (calm), but I just started thinking about the fact that 2015 is going to sneak up on me so hardcore with just about a million and one unknowns, which is exciting, but also terrifying. I’m … Continue reading
I’m quite self-reflective — meaning that I’m my harshest critic. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what makes people who they are? What shapes and molds a person into a superficial twit or a budding intellectual? In my case, I think it’s my goddamned high standards that have made me slightly pretentious. When I say pretentious, I don’t mean like I look down on people and think I’m better than other people, because that’s definitely not true. I mean, my standards are maybe unnecessarily or undeservedly high.
1. I frequently reference my year abroad or previous trip to Italy.
I get it, I’m annoying. I talk about going to Italy for study abroad all of the time and how much better Europeans are than Americans #Eurocentrism, Am I right? I talk about all the good food I’ve had and how the food I’m eating compares to it. SUPER ANNOYING, I know. I’d like to say I’m sorry for this behavior, but I’m really not. I’ve been unusually blessed with wonderful food in my life — my mom is a rock star in the kitchen, my family shops at Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods, and yes, I did have awesome food in Italy. So, sorry not sorry, I’m pretentious about food.
2. My best friends and I hate people.
Not in a malicious psycho way, just in a low-tolerance-for-stupidity way. We frequently discuss how we’d rather be alone than in a room full of stupid people, which sounds absolutely terrible. But, to be honest, I don’t feel sorry about this one either. Socializing is enjoyable in small doses, but it’s an effort for me. I’m sort of introverted and too much social stimulation makes me want to tear my hair out.
3. I frequently reference esoteric films.
I’m a comedy/movie nerd, so I frequently reference movies or comedy sketches that no one has seen. This is super hipstery and pretentious, I apologize for this one. Because, I do secretly judge people for not knowing about these things, which is awful. Although, I will say I value culture immensely, and truly believe that film is a great way to become cultured. So, maybe watch a few indie films? Or not…whatever.
4. I feel like I’m above frat parties.
I’d way rather stay in and watch 500 Days of Summer with a nice assortment of Irish and Spanish cheeses paired with a smooth Zinfandel than hang around people who ask me if I’m Greek. SORRY, NOT SORRY.
5. I rarely fall for guys my own age.
Much like the TLC song “No Scrubs” says,
A scrub is a guy who thinks he’s fly
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin’ about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So, No I don’t want no scrubs, which gives me a bad track record of being enamored by men that are at least 10 years older than me, because let’s face it, they are way more put together. I’m far more attracted to a mature, suit-wearing man who is sure of himself, than an immature boy who is looking for a mommy-figure…ain’t nobody got that for that. This makes my standards unnecessarily high and causes me to overlook many eligible bachelors my own age. But, I’m not trying to get fixed up or be in a relationship, so whatever…
Wow, this idea sounded way better in my head, than it does on a blog post. Oh well, I already wrote it. Sorry y’all…thanks for reading my pretentious blog post.
It’s no secret that I like to do things on my own terms. I’m not some kind of hipster, I just don’t like to put up with other people’s shit. Instead of making a huge deal about things, I just … Continue reading