<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654</id><updated>2012-01-24T08:12:17.766-08:00</updated><category term='Act at La Notte Bianco'/><category term='Milan'/><category term='Valentino'/><category term='Rome'/><category term='pasticceria'/><category term='sfogliatella'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='torta di mandorla'/><category term='Natale'/><category term='Italian ice cream'/><category term='buses in Rome'/><category term='gelato'/><category term='Marcus Aurelius'/><category term='Befana'/><category term='La Smart'/><category term='gelateria'/><category term='Roma'/><category term='Da Pasqualino'/><category term='Piazza Navona'/><category term='Capitoline Museum'/><category term='Ara Pacis'/><category term='Fontana di Trevi'/><title type='text'>Study Abroad Blog: Candice al Dente</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a regular feature of the National Capital Language Resource Center's Language Resource newsletter. Its purpose is to share the experiences of a college student studying in Rome and our Culture Club editor, a lifelong lover of all things Italian. You, the reader, are invited to participate with your comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr. Robbins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sGXw3eDcu3A/S0i9b-k_6kI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1SFdlinE028/S220/jill09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-982586810438073903</id><published>2008-08-20T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:48:31.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash! New Flavors of Gelato</title><content type='html'>My daughter Nicoletta is our research associate in Italy and she has just updated the Flavors of Gelato list. Here are the new entries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scorzonera (gelsomino e cannella) - found only in Sicily&lt;br /&gt;cantucci e vin santo&lt;br /&gt;chianti classico&lt;br /&gt;panforte siena&lt;br /&gt;pistacchio iraniano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-982586810438073903?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/982586810438073903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=982586810438073903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/982586810438073903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/982586810438073903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2008/08/news-flash-new-flavors-of-gelato.html' title='News Flash! New Flavors of Gelato'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-831308209106328491</id><published>2008-06-11T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:17:26.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gelato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gelateria'/><title type='text'>Gelato Flavors Research Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are posting the final results of our Gelato Research Project. We discovered 179 flavors of gelato in Italy. We will, of course, add additional flavors if we find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italians divide gelato flavors into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gusti di frutta &lt;/span&gt;(fruit flavors) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le creme&lt;/span&gt; (the creams). We have followed that division as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a recent poll by Eurisko, the most popular flavors in Italy are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cioccolato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (27%), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nocciola&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (20%), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;limone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (13%), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fragola &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(12%), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;crema&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (10%), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stracciatella&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (9%), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pistachio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (8%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/SFA79lgFWgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3AgsmPwa7yk/s1600-h/ChocolatPhotoE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/SFA79lgFWgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3AgsmPwa7yk/s320/ChocolatPhotoE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210730698092403202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adriano Meloni enjoys a combination of chocolate flavors at Chocolat, the trendiest gelateria in Milan. Chocolate is the number one flavor in Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;GUSTI DI FRUTTA (Fruit Flavors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.c.e. (carota, arancio, e limone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;albicocca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;amarena &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;amarenata&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;ananas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;anguria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;aranciotto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;banana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;caco &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cantalupo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;ciliegia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cocomero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cocomero con gelsomino &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;dattero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;fico&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;fig and caramel&lt;br /&gt;fragola &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;fragolananas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;fragolina di bosco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;frutti di bosco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;frutti misti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;frutto della passione&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;kiwi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;lampone &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;lime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;limoncello&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;limone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mandarino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mango&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mela verde &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mele cotte al forno&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mele e cannella&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;melograno&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;melone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mirtillo&lt;br /&gt;mora &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;papaya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pesca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pesca arancia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pesca cioccolato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pesca gialla&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pompelmo rosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pompelmo rosso &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;prugna &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;uva nera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;variegato amarena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/SFBDjtXzslI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2KjTqwJSDWo/s1600-h/PuffoCupF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/SFBDjtXzslI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2KjTqwJSDWo/s320/PuffoCupF2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210739049621598802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a cup of puffo (Smurf) and crema in Forte dei Marmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;LE CREME (The Creams)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Amaretto di Saronno&lt;br /&gt;anice &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;arachide&lt;br /&gt;bacio&lt;br /&gt;bacio nero&lt;br /&gt;bella chioma &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;bigné cioccolato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;biscotto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cacao&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cacao di soia&lt;br /&gt;caffe espresso&lt;br /&gt;cannella&lt;br /&gt;cannolo siciliano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cappucino&lt;br /&gt;caramel&lt;br /&gt;caramel nuts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;carciofo&lt;br /&gt;carote&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cassata &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;castagna&lt;br /&gt;champagne&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;chocolate &amp;amp; chianti&lt;br /&gt;cioccolato &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cioccolato al latte&lt;br /&gt;cioccolato alla menta &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cioccolato al rhum&lt;br /&gt;cioccolato al peperoncino  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cioccolato all’amaretto&lt;br /&gt;cioccolato all'arancio &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cioccolato bianco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cioccolato cocco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cioccolato fondente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cioccotrifola&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;cocco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema amaretto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema Buontalenti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema catalana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema con pinoli e pan di spagna &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema del cardinale&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema della nonna&lt;br /&gt;crema di limone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema di noce  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crema Gran Marnier&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;crema marron glacé &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;crema pistachio&lt;br /&gt;crema whiskey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;crème caramel&lt;br /&gt;cremino &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;croccale di pistacchi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;croccante alla mandorla&lt;br /&gt;croccantino &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;donatella&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;dulce de leche&lt;br /&gt;Duplo  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;erbe di montagne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Ferrero Roché&lt;br /&gt;fior di latte &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;fior di panna&lt;br /&gt;fiore di soia &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;foresta nera&lt;br /&gt;fungo porcino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Galek&lt;br /&gt;gianduia&lt;br /&gt;gran malaga &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;grappa d’Arnèis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;gusto de leche&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Irish coffee&lt;br /&gt;Kit-Kat&lt;br /&gt;lavanda&lt;br /&gt;liquerizia&lt;br /&gt;malaga &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mandorle e miele&lt;br /&gt;marsala custard&lt;br /&gt;mascarpone&lt;br /&gt;menta &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;meringa&lt;br /&gt;meringotto  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;miele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;millefoglie&lt;br /&gt;moka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;moscato spumante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mostarda d’uva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mozzarella di bufala&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Mozart  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mousse al caffe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mousse al cioccolato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mousse biscotto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;mousse crema santa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;mousse Mars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;mousse millefoglio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;mousse profitterol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;mousse raffaello&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;mousse tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;nocciola &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;noce&lt;br /&gt;nutella &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;nutella e panna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;ortica&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pan di stella&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;panna cotta&lt;br /&gt;parmigiano &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pinolata&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pinolo&lt;br /&gt;pistacchio &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pomodoro&lt;br /&gt;profumi di Sorrento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;puffo  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;ricotta  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;ricotta stregata&lt;br /&gt;ricotta in salsa di fichi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;riso &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;riso e nutella&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;rosa &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Sacher Torte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;semi di finocchio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;sesame a miele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;spinaci selvatici&lt;br /&gt;stracciatella &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;stracciatella al cioccolato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;stracciatella ananas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;stracciatella fragola&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;stracciatella nocciola&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;stracciatella pistacchio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;tartufo&lt;br /&gt;tiramisu &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;torroncino&lt;br /&gt;vaniglia&lt;br /&gt;variegato castagna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;vini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/SFA9RXqRrWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/X85cGO6FEr8/s1600-h/CremeriaCavour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/SFA9RXqRrWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/X85cGO6FEr8/s320/CremeriaCavour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210732137486069090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This popular gelateria in Torino features gianduia as its speciality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.1in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-831308209106328491?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/831308209106328491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=831308209106328491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/831308209106328491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/831308209106328491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2008/06/gusti-di-gelato-gelato-flavors.html' title='Gelato Flavors Research Project'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/SFA79lgFWgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3AgsmPwa7yk/s72-c/ChocolatPhotoE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-7253728545943916395</id><published>2008-04-28T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:04:57.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You I Never Got to Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two days till I leave Roma. I can’t believe its over. There is so much I feel like I have accomplished and I am so proud of myself that I can say this. I feel like I really know the city and I have learned so much about Art History that I would have never learned by sitting in a classroom.  This has been truly an invaluable experience. I constantly felt like I was learning and challenging myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to go back home because I miss my family and friends.  I can't wait to be in the same time zone as them and not have to worry about calling at odd hours! I am not rushing to get home and leave Roma, because I truly love Roma for its beauty, but what is a city if you can’t fill it with those you love? For that, I love NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I truly loved my study abroad experience. It was nothing like what I expected, it was difficult in the ways I never thought it would be and easier in others. I never thought I would make such great friends who I know will continue to be important people in my life. I thought this would be me exploring the city and bringing it back to share, except even better I got to explore it with people who are now like second family to me.  They were there for me and I was for them, and they truly made my experience invaluable. Roma alone has the history and art that I will never forget and will always dream about, but my friends gave them the moments that I will always treasure.  I can never look at Mary and Jesus without thinking of Ori’s impression of the baby giving the blessing, or climbing the Duomo and having a panic attack while my friends help (and laugh), or discussing our favorite flavors of gelato on the bus.  It was so nice to be surrounded by people who cared about Art History the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was a dream that I had one day in my Art History class fall of sophomore year and now it is ending after four months. Where do I go from here? What goal do I set next? I have no idea, that’s for me to figure out. But when I do, I will write it down and let you know.  Until then, thank you for supporting me, for not deterring me even if you feared for my safety, to letting me fly and to figure out how to land by myself.  For allowing my to open my eyes to the greatest views I have ever seen. For all that and so much more, I thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-7253728545943916395?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/7253728545943916395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=7253728545943916395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7253728545943916395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7253728545943916395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-i-never-got-to-say.html' title='A Thank You I Never Got to Say...'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6611103746122033251</id><published>2008-03-29T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:02:40.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What next?</title><content type='html'>Candice is back in the States and she will not be reporting from Rome about her experiences any longer. We will leave this blog online, however, so that you can read about her experiences and she does plan to make some observations about her experience as she looks back at it. She also plans to add some photos. So - visit the blog again in a few weeks! In the meantime, read her reports from Rome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6611103746122033251?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6611103746122033251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6611103746122033251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6611103746122033251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6611103746122033251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-next.html' title='What next?'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4391401834859334127</id><published>2008-01-30T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:06:33.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Triumphant Return</title><content type='html'>Ciao from the USA!!! It has been to long and I apologize, but I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my computer did not handle the flight home particularly well, perhaps it was also not ready to come home, and I woke up the day after my return to find that my hard drive had crashed.  Confused, overwhelmed, and still in denial I was home I looked at the blue screen that said, "system fatal error" and thought to myself this is not the welcome home I had planned.  A part of me took it as a sign that I must go back, but as all my memories seemed to be flashing before me as I scrambled to figure out how I was going to get my priceless photos.  Thanks to the wonderful people at the Data Recovery Labs, I managed to save ALL my photos (which is probably over 4,000) and documents. PHEW.  I still have not received them which have my in the moment thoughts about the end of my experience. I will wait to comment on the end, but until then, I do have some thoughts I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal now is to incorporate my favorite aspects of Italian lifestyle into my everyday life. Whether it is saying Ciao to my friends or cooking pasta with olive oil I brought home from Roma, I am trying to make a conscious effort to still have a connection. Perhaps my biggest investment has been the purchase of an espresso maker.  I now have an espresso maker, milk frother, espresso cups, and am looking to purchase cappuccino cups.  Today, I am going to try to make my first espresso! I am excited because one of my favorite parts of the day was taking a few minutes with a friend and having an espresso at the local Tabacchi.  For now, I find myself reminiscent about my strolls around Monte Verde and Trastevere, the local supermarket, my favorite gelateria. Sometimes, I even wonder if Roma was a dream, but then I look at the pictures that were saved and I know, that I was there, that I came, saw, and conquered....and I wonder in what context I will do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4391401834859334127?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4391401834859334127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4391401834859334127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4391401834859334127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4391401834859334127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2008/01/triumphant-return.html' title='A Triumphant Return'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6984468570633099262</id><published>2008-01-25T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:31:46.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E' tornata Candice!</title><content type='html'>Candice has returned to Washington, DC after her wonderful fall semester in Rome, Italy. Soon she will begin reflecting on her Semester Abroad experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6984468570633099262?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6984468570633099262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6984468570633099262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6984468570633099262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6984468570633099262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-tornata-candice.html' title='E&apos; tornata Candice!'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-1599625036103450306</id><published>2008-01-16T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:52:23.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candice, dove sei?</title><content type='html'>Rumor has it that you have  returned to the US and are hiding out in the Big Apple. If you have left Rome, could you post your overall reflections on your semester-abroad experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-1599625036103450306?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/1599625036103450306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=1599625036103450306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1599625036103450306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1599625036103450306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2008/01/candice-dove-sei.html' title='Candice, dove sei?'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2719264451042987053</id><published>2007-12-26T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:49:36.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fontana di Trevi'/><title type='text'>Roman Fountains</title><content type='html'>Here are photos of a few of the remarkable Roman fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Fontana di Trevi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LqI0dmCpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-hPyua2Ig9s/s1600-h/FontanaDiTrevi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LqI0dmCpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-hPyua2Ig9s/s320/FontanaDiTrevi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148434761280522898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Fontana del Babuino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LqskdmCqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EOTgfF8ThZ4/s1600-h/ViaDelBabuinoIlBabuino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LqskdmCqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EOTgfF8ThZ4/s320/ViaDelBabuinoIlBabuino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148435375460846242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Terrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R32dWkdmDCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y1FwHOHyLJo/s1600-h/La+Terrina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R32dWkdmDCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y1FwHOHyLJo/s320/La+Terrina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151446559852203042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2719264451042987053?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2719264451042987053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2719264451042987053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2719264451042987053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2719264451042987053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/roman-fountains.html' title='Roman Fountains'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LqI0dmCpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-hPyua2Ig9s/s72-c/FontanaDiTrevi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6403602714663411336</id><published>2007-12-26T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:19:23.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Searching for the Best Gelato in Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LoxkdmCnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZG23MRQPUpA/s1600-h/DaCecere.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LoxkdmCnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZG23MRQPUpA/s320/DaCecere.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148433262336936562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friend Mariolina, A. Cecere is the best gelateria in Rome. Please try it out, Candice, and file a report! It is just up the street from the Fontana di Trevi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6403602714663411336?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6403602714663411336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6403602714663411336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6403602714663411336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6403602714663411336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-ice-cream-in-rome.html' title='Still Searching for the Best Gelato in Rome'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R3LoxkdmCnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZG23MRQPUpA/s72-c/DaCecere.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4034816856815567692</id><published>2007-12-21T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:17:36.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Fontane di Roma</title><content type='html'>Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome has so many marvelous fountains. Can you tell us your favorite five?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. La Fontana di Trevi&lt;br /&gt;2. La Fontana delle Tartarughe (Piazza Mattei)&lt;br /&gt;3. La Barcaccia (Piazza di Spagna)&lt;br /&gt;4. La Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi (Piazza Navona)&lt;br /&gt;5. La Fontana del Tritone (Piazza Barbarini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I may revise my list later if I think of some other fountains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4034816856815567692?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4034816856815567692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4034816856815567692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4034816856815567692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4034816856815567692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/le-fontane-di-roma.html' title='Le Fontane di Roma'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2304634839314315094</id><published>2007-12-21T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T09:17:26.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Firenze!</title><content type='html'>Ciao!!! since I lost wrote, WOW! life has taken me all over the place in Roma. Here are the highlights, the lowlights, and surprises in between:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to the As Roma vs. Manchester United game. There is an extremely heated rivalry between the two teams and my friends and I decided to risk our lives and go. It was definitely a little scary because AS Roma fans hate Manchester fans and associate anyone speaking English at the stadium as Man U supporters. However, I came decked in AS Roma scarf, jersey, and banner which protected me from being hurt. Overall, the game was lots of fun! At first we were alittle nervous because Man U scored the first goal, but in the second half AS Roma came back and scored a goal! When they scored the AS Roma fanatics lit a red flare in the crowd, it was crazy!!  definitely a memoriable experience and I am so glad that I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I saw the Pope!!! My friend invited me to a special mass for Roman University students at St. Peter. It was a fascinating cultural experience and I leanered alot though my attendance. At the end of the mass the Pope came out and gave a speech. It was in Italian, but I believe it was something to the effect about the importance of education. The crowd went crazy for the Pope. People were standing on chairs trying to see him *including myself, when in Rome..* and taking pictures. I was shocked to this massive swarm, it was like three thousand paparrazzi calling for his attention at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to the Sistine Chapel with my class. It was amazing and stunning as everyone says. A particular highlight for me was I had to give a presentation about the conservation and restoration techniques of the ceiling and I gave it while in the Chapel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have officially finished my study abroad program. I do not know how, but I studied for finals, packed, and picked up my sister at Termini all in one week. It was hectic and I am still in denial that it is actually over. In fact, I still can not believe that my sister is in Italia with me! We are currently in Firenze for the weekend and then heading back to Rome for the holidays. I will write more about the experience as whole, but right now my sister is insisting that we find a cute apertivo place for tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2304634839314315094?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2304634839314315094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2304634839314315094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2304634839314315094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2304634839314315094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-in-firenze.html' title='Back in Firenze!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-1178561630092291794</id><published>2007-12-13T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:59:26.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gelato'/><title type='text'>New Ice Cream Flavors</title><content type='html'>Brava, Candice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three new ice cream flavors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagne&lt;br /&gt;Mirtillo (blueberry)&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to view the complete list: &lt;a href="http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelati-research-project.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'PrimaSans BT,Verdana,sans-serif';"&gt;http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelati-research-project.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-1178561630092291794?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/1178561630092291794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=1178561630092291794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1178561630092291794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1178561630092291794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-ice-cream-flavors.html' title='New Ice Cream Flavors'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3769754172057120565</id><published>2007-12-12T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:55:58.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Befana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piazza Navona'/><title type='text'>La Befana and Other Holiday Customs</title><content type='html'>Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your story about the legend of La Befana was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the name La Befana is a corruption of the word for Epiphany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian children are lucky. They receive presents on Christmas Day from Santa Claus and then they receive presents from La Befana on Epiphany. Stores are usually open until midnight on January 5 so parents can buy presents for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays in Rome there used to be bagpipers from Gli Abruzzi playing in the streets. Is this still a custom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you visited the churches that have nativity scenes? Have you seen Il Santo Bambino in the Chiesa di Aracoeli near the Campidoglio, behind Piazza Venezia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been eating lots of panettone and torrone? E Panforte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3769754172057120565?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3769754172057120565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3769754172057120565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3769754172057120565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3769754172057120565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-befana.html' title='La Befana and Other Holiday Customs'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-7320075794311534469</id><published>2007-12-11T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:22:37.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ciao! I just got back from Piazza Navona Christmas fair. From December 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; to about the first week in January there is little market of assorted goods from candy to ornaments to nativity figures. I was a little disappointed because I was expecting it to contain more unique and hand crafted Christmas goods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the stands offered the same Christmas decorations and food as the stand next to them. At times it reminded me of a state fair in America with the water squirt gun games and ring toss, they even had the large plush stuff animals as prizes! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However I did learn in Italy La Befana is the traditional Christmas character, not Santa Claus. La Befana originates from an Italian folklore and is a witch who visits all the children of Italy on the ever of January 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Depending if the child is good or not she fills their stocking with “caramelle” (caramel) or “carbone” (coal.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Families leave “vino” and food for her. According to legend La Befana was asked by the three Magi directions to Christ the child, but she did not know. They invited her to come along with them to find him, but she was too preoccupied with her house chores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later, La Befana changed her mind and went to go seek the Three Magi, but could not find them. So to this day, La Befana is seen searching for the Christ child and leaves all good children toys because they might be Jesus. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Throughout the fair there are stands that sell wooden dolls of La Befana.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is actually creepy looking and reminds me of a Halloween witch. Some of the stands had animated dolls of her and when you clap they make a witch’s laugh. I was anticipating on finding some ornate holiday gifts at this fair, but was highly disappointed. It is a nice stop in the day, but I wouldn’t plan on make an evening or afternoon out of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In other holiday news…a Christmas tree was put up by the Colosseo. The tree is not comparable to the one at Rockefeller Center, but at night it is pretty lit up in front of the Colosseo. I have not seen &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;many residential holiday decorations in the windows like in the homes of America. It is more amongst the stores and in the side streets of Trastevere in which they are hanging from one side of the street to another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A side note: Where are all the candy canes!?!?! They are impossible to find here! There are more chocolates and cakes in the supermarket for the holidays than I have ever seen in my life, but no candy canes! Literally, there are boxed fruit cakes, Bacio cakes, Limoncello cakes, and an assortment of others that I don’t even know what is inside. I am going to have a holiday party and buy some, I will let you know what I find!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-7320075794311534469?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/7320075794311534469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=7320075794311534469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7320075794311534469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7320075794311534469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas...'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2010584555273669806</id><published>2007-12-08T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:55:32.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natale a Roma</title><content type='html'>Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it beginning to feel like Christmas in Rome? Please tell us about the scene in Rome at this time of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2010584555273669806?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2010584555273669806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2010584555273669806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2010584555273669806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2010584555273669806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/natale-roma.html' title='Natale a Roma'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-714663580696811386</id><published>2007-12-01T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:25:36.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Strikes in the 1970s</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed reading Candice's post about the bus strikes she has experienced. She didn't mention anything about cars substituting for buses. Perhaps this custom is no longer followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in Rome in the 60s and 70s, there were a lot of bus strikes. It was tough because people were really dependent on the buses. The Metro was still under construction at that point, and most people couldn't afford taxis.  So enterprising young men would put a number on their front windshield and run the bus routes. It worked very well!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-714663580696811386?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/714663580696811386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=714663580696811386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/714663580696811386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/714663580696811386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/12/bus-strikes-in-1970s.html' title='Bus Strikes in the 1970s'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4257913565958416808</id><published>2007-11-30T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:40:52.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Strikes: The Italian Snow days (for students)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I think we can all remember the excitement of a snow day when we were little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The joys of sleeping late, being forced to stay inside your house, and watching TV or playing games with the family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, everyone once in awhile we get that day in Italy, except it is because of a bus strike!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;For most people a bus strike is a major hassle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only are the buses not running, but also most of the time this includes the tram, metro, trains running out of Roma, and airplanes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The city transportation system literally shuts down and one can be stuck in Roma! Since I have been in Roma there have been three bus strikes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is mind boggling to think that on a monthly basis the whole city is paralyzed because of a strike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not unusual, but rather a normal part of life as a Roman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Usually, on the day of the bus strike it is impossible to get a taxi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This week there was a scare that possibly the taxis might strike on the same day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The past two days taxi drivers have been striking (unannounced so it is illegal) about a potential increase of five hundred cabs at night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In return for adding five hundred new cabs, the fare would increase 18%.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Taxi drivers were striking because they did not think passengers would pay the new suggested increase and did not want the new cabs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although the increase would be steep, especially with the weak dollar, I would be in favor of adding new cabs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At night, it can be difficult to find a cab in Roma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not safe to take the night bus, so one could spend an hour just trying to get a cab.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think people would pay the fare because they are going to want a safe ride home, no matter what the cost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I sympathize about the major inconvenience, every once in awhile it is comforting just to sleep in and enjoy the day around the house…and I get to have that tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Bus strike Update:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;I wrote that yesterday before the strike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, the tram and a few buses are running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There have been a lot of flights cancelled, but a few are still running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The city seems a little more quite today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was by the Pantheon (buying AS Roma soccer ticket!) and I did not notice anything out of the ordinary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All and all it is a beautiful sunny day in Roma to have the day off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4257913565958416808?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4257913565958416808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4257913565958416808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4257913565958416808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4257913565958416808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/bus-strikes-italian-snow-days-for.html' title='Bus Strikes: The Italian Snow days (for students)'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4028482391215399693</id><published>2007-11-30T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:35:18.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are all the rain boots?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/R1ARcyOJ8hI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/VUV_HOtz4C0/s1600-R/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/R1ARcyOJ8hI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/aNhPmGBwqXM/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138626361044890130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November is supposedly the rainiest month in Italy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I came to Roma, I decided that I should invest in proper rain attire to battle this unpleasant weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not a fan of umbrellas, especially coming from a city where you spend more time protecting yourself from getting poked than actually staying dry.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Why can’t ponchos be the norm and not considered tacky? Perhaps one day this will be become a trend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until then, I surrendered and purchased a bright pink travel size umbrella.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also got a little “rain fever” at the store and bought a raincoat that can be compressed into a cosmetic size bag as well as pair of black and white butterfly rain boots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Words cannot express how grateful I am for my rain gear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time and time again, I have been saved from the dreaded rain and been able to enjoy myself while traveling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlike most of my friends who have been scrambling to find rain boots. Which leads me to my question: Why do Italians not wear rain boots?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Not only do Italians not wear rain boots, but also they are hard to find in stores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot figure out why something so practical would not be available here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My only thought is because for the most part rain boots are not stylish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But why not make them stylish? Italy is the jewel of fashion world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why not create a pair that is sleek, elegant, and practical? Until this mystery is resolved, I will continue to stay dry and accept the stares and glances that I get from Italian women than force myself to be cold and wet for fashion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4028482391215399693?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4028482391215399693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4028482391215399693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4028482391215399693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4028482391215399693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-are-all-rain-boots.html' title='Where are all the rain boots?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/R1ARcyOJ8hI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/aNhPmGBwqXM/s72-c/IMG_1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-526998465125889693</id><published>2007-11-27T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:35:20.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelato Research Project Update</title><content type='html'>Candice has discovered two new ice cream flavors: &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'PrimaSans BT,Verdana,sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fig and Caramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caramel Nuts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the complete list of flavors discovered by Candice and Christine, go to &lt;a href="http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelati-research-project.html"&gt;http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelati-research-project.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-526998465125889693?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/526998465125889693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=526998465125889693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/526998465125889693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/526998465125889693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/gelato-research-project-update.html' title='Gelato Research Project Update'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-9180153688078749720</id><published>2007-11-21T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:54:31.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natale a Roma: Piazza Navona</title><content type='html'>When I think of Christmas in Rome, I immediately think of Piazza Navona. This wonderful piazza is filled with stands selling all kinds of things - food, crafts, gifts, etc. A visit to Piazza Navona is a must!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-9180153688078749720?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/9180153688078749720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=9180153688078749720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/9180153688078749720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/9180153688078749720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/natale-roma-piazza-navona.html' title='Natale a Roma: Piazza Navona'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-9115588117808355076</id><published>2007-11-21T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:06:14.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roman Holiday!</title><content type='html'>It's official I am spending the holidays in Roma!!! My sister is coming to visit me which is so exciting!! It will be fun to show her around and be her personal tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know I am staying I need some help! Does anyone have any suggestions on what to do over the holidays? Any particular events or places I should visit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-9115588117808355076?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/9115588117808355076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=9115588117808355076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/9115588117808355076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/9115588117808355076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-roman-holiday.html' title='My Roman Holiday!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-853245049222402213</id><published>2007-11-20T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:07:02.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stop: Southern Italia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/R0Lp5iOJ8gI/AAAAAAAAC0I/9Oix_26_gzU/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/R0Lp5iOJ8gI/AAAAAAAAC0I/9Oix_26_gzU/s320/IMG_3022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134923699803779586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend I went to Napoli, The Amalfi Coast, and Pompei.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each part of this trip was unique and beautiful in its own way. From the city to cliffs to an ancient town, I found myself in awe of the magnificent and breathtaking views. It was as if I was living in a postcard. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is impossible to approach Napoli without preconceptions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is known for its anarchic, polluted, dangerous, yet fun atmosphere with many of its majestic historical buildings dirty and crumbling. Visitors are warned repeatedly of gypsies and pick-pocketers whose favorite haunts are the train stations, tourist sights, and shopping areas. In addition, something I did not know before, Napoli is known for short-changing and moped bandits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With all this negative views about Napoli, I was not really looking forward to spending the day there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These preconceptions give the city a distinct edge and vibrancy that can only feel when you are there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Napoli is the third largest city in Italy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In some way it is similar to Roma with its chaotic traffic, winding streets that lead to quaint shops and restaurants. However, Napoli is definitely more grimy and darker than Roma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One distinct difference between the two cities is the pizza.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Napoli the crust is a lot thicker, I was having trouble eating it because I thought it was too doughy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This could be because I am accustomed to thin crust, but never the less it was still delicious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Napoli does have a few historical buildings one can visit like the Monastero Santa Chiara, Piazza del Plebisctio, but none of them impressed me as much as my visit to Pompei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After our day in Napoli, we spent the day on the Amalfi Coast. The Amalfi Coast is an Italian jewel. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We drove through small picturesque villages and towns on rocky cliffs by the Mediterranean Sea. I have no idea how our bus survived on some of these windy turns. Sometimes I was afraid to look down because it was straight drop to the sea. However, it was truly incredible sight and I would highly recommend it in the warmer weather. It is still gorgeous this time of year, however, the town of Sorrento and Positano where empty and it definitely felt like it was off season. Unfortunately, we had to cancel the boat trip to emerald grotto because of the weather. Instead, I went to Amalfi to a paper making factory. At first, I was disheartened that we were not going to see the grotto, but the factory was lots of fun. The tour guide showed us how to make paper and then I got to try it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last day we went to Pompei.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ever since Latin class in eight grade I have wanted to go to Pompei. In the last chapter of my first Latin text book Mt. Vesuvius erupts and the characters that I came to love perished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mt. Vesuvius erupted in 79 AD covering the town of Pompei with 27 feet of ash. The ruins provide a fascinating insight into the lives of Romans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could not believe the bodies preserved so perfectly that I could see their last expression. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of my favorite ruins I visited was the amphitheater. My tour guide Vincenzo said that the Romans invented the wireless microphone. At first, I was thought he was kidding. However, the stage of the amphitheater is covered with marble and underneath are large jugs. If a person on the stage talks down toward the marble it makes there voice louder. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought that was unbelievable invention for their time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the semester is winding down, I find myself more and more enchanted by the beautiful and unique places of Italy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-853245049222402213?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/853245049222402213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=853245049222402213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/853245049222402213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/853245049222402213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-stop-southern-italia.html' title='Next Stop: Southern Italia!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/R0Lp5iOJ8gI/AAAAAAAAC0I/9Oix_26_gzU/s72-c/IMG_3022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2599089251211741974</id><published>2007-11-13T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:17:59.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every morning I like to start my day with a cappuccino and cornetto from the local Tabacchi. A cornetto is a croissant that comes in a variety of forms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually get it with sugar on top, but you can get it with chocolate, sugar, cream, or jam (usually apricot or peach). At the tabacchi there is a certain etiquette to ordering food that should be followed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, I go to the cashier and tell he/she what I desire. Unlike The States, I have to pay first and then go to the counter to order. Depending on the Tabacchi, I either tell him what I want while showing him the receipt or they will read the receipt, rip it in half, and prepare my order.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I put a ten or twenty cents coin on top of the receipt as a tip, but it is not necessary. Most of the time I eat standing at the counter and the whole process is about five minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast is not a lingering meal, but merely a quick energizer to start the day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Below is an example of different drinks ordered at the Tabacchi: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid black; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un Caffè&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: black black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Espresso&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un Cappuccino&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Cappuccino (Espresso with milk)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un Caffè Lungo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;American Coffee&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un Caffè Macchiato &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;A coffee with milk&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un Caffè Freddo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;An ice coffee&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un tè al latte&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Tea with milk&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un tè al limone&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Tea with lemon&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un tè freddo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 239.4pt;" valign="top" width="319"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Ice tea&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One other important rule: Never order a cappuccino in the afternoon. You can order a caffè, but it is not acceptable to order a cappuccino. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Additionally, I have noticed that soda is not as popular here as in The States.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is cheaper to buy a bottle of water in a Tabacchi than it is a can of soda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some stores charge a 1.5 euro to buy a twelve ounce can and water is about .50 euro cents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2599089251211741974?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2599089251211741974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2599089251211741974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2599089251211741974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2599089251211741974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3643234179377316187</id><published>2007-11-11T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:27:53.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about the pasta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfU5NUcyYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QRk5bA5aJ8s/s1600-h/Da+Oio+Nicky+Gabi+Chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfU5NUcyYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QRk5bA5aJ8s/s320/Da+Oio+Nicky+Gabi+Chris.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131804379705035138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da Oio with Nicoletta and Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't talked much about pasta. When I lived in Rome, I ate pasta every day, almost without exception. Sometimes I ate it twice a day! If you want to eat some truly Roman dishes, you must go to Da Oio in Testaccio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfVENUcyZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hGCdbrjNkqA/s1600-h/Da+Oio+Andrea+con+Leonardo+aka+Oio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfVENUcyZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hGCdbrjNkqA/s320/Da+Oio+Andrea+con+Leonardo+aka+Oio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131804568683596178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da Oio Owner Leonardo and Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfUotUcyXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kdPCgd87BfA/s1600-h/Da+OioTonnarelli+Cacio+e+Pepe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfUotUcyXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kdPCgd87BfA/s320/Da+OioTonnarelli+Cacio+e+Pepe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131804096237193586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonnarelli Cacio e Pepe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfUd9UcyWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mb68vqwtuow/s1600-h/Da+Oio+Rigatoni+alla+Pajata.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfUd9UcyWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mb68vqwtuow/s320/Da+Oio+Rigatoni+alla+Pajata.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131803911553599842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rigatoni alla Pagliata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3643234179377316187?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3643234179377316187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3643234179377316187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3643234179377316187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3643234179377316187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-about-pasta.html' title='What about the pasta?'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RzfU5NUcyYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QRk5bA5aJ8s/s72-c/Da+Oio+Nicky+Gabi+Chris.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4237002020137745005</id><published>2007-11-08T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:38:11.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Va Bene, Va Bene</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My knowledge of Italian is coming along! My Italian class is still fun and educational.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lately, I have been working on my pronunciation outside of class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This has been my personal goal, because I know it is easier to learn vocabulary and grammar in class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I return to the States I wont have the opportunity to practice my pronunciation as often and therefore I want to solidify it while here as much as possible. To make the most of my experience I have to push myself to do this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the beginning, I found myself being shy and afraid to speak Italian to a native speaker because I do not want them to judge me. However, Italians really like it when you try to speak Italian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if you mess up they will correct you and its not embarrassing, rather extremely helpful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, one of the first weeks I was ordering a cornetto for breakfast and I did not pronounce the r .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman at the tabacchi said Cornnnnnnetto and would not give me one until I said it correctly. She also gave me a candy when I got it right! Even today when I was getting gelato (yes, it is still my obsession) the woman corrected my pronunciation of mela (apple). These corrections, might seem little, but they are the lessons I remember the most. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Additionally, having studied French before has been an invaluable help in learning Italian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Particularly, this week when I learned the past tense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew to expect that there were going to be irregular past participles and a lot of them are similar to French.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also in Italian, the passato prossimo is formed with the present indicative of essere or avere and in French I use etre or avoir.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember having trouble with this concept when learning French, however, having already studied it I tweaked my understanding to follow the Italian rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These similarities have been a huge help in me obtaining a better grip on the grammar and vocabulary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so glad that I studied French because it has made learning Italian a lot easier!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4237002020137745005?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4237002020137745005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4237002020137745005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4237002020137745005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4237002020137745005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/va-bene-va-bene.html' title='Va Bene, Va Bene'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6498864025880807368</id><published>2007-11-08T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:33:23.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Czech it Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzMsA6WPHlI/AAAAAAAACzw/dxMnoSBfYok/s1600-h/IMG_2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzMsA6WPHlI/AAAAAAAACzw/dxMnoSBfYok/s320/IMG_2537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130492794679270994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzMsBqWPHmI/AAAAAAAACz4/1XbeyYo1s8k/s1600-h/IMG_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzMsBqWPHmI/AAAAAAAACz4/1XbeyYo1s8k/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130492807564172898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;I had no idea what to expect when going to Prague. My friends and I decided to go there because it was out of the European Union (aka no Euro!) and it is a part of the world we had never explored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Particularly, I was interested to go to a country that was once under Communist rule after taking courses about Communism. Even though, it is no longer under Communist leadership I was expecting Prague to be a gloomy city. I could not have been more wrong. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The city was active, the people were friendly, and it had the most stunning and beautiful architecture. It was not as crowded or as lively Roma, but it still had so much to offer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Visiting Praha, made me want to explore further into Eastern Europe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;The first day we decided to go to Prague Castle. The Castle is a complex of different buildings, one of them is St. Vitus Cathedral.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One thing you must do if you go is climb the three hundred stairs to the top.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The view is breathtaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to warn you this climb in my opinion was harder than the Duomo in Florence even though it had fewer stairs. The Cathedral has only one cramped spiral staircase to go up and down. There are many traffic jams and I spent most of the time trying not to get my feet stepped on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After our tour of the Praha Castle my friends and I decided to go see one of the many orchestra performances. We saw in the Lichenstein Palace a performace of works by Mozart and Vivaldi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was perfect and relaxing plus something I would not have done unless I was in Praha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later that evening we went to a restaurant near our hotel called U Medvidku. This is my favorite restaurant in Praha. It is not only a restaurant, but the smallest brewery in Praha. They brew there own beer called Oldsgott.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Additionally, they have delicious Czech food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had the garlic potato soup and goulash with white bread dumplings. Goulash is a traditional Bohemian dish that consist of beef in a thick gravy sauce on the side are white bread dumplings which are like taking the inside of white bread and making it into a more airy and spongy texture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are plain by themselves, but taste delicious when mixed with the goulash gravy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;The next day we went to lunch at a place called Bohemian bagels right off the Old Charles Bridge. I had a bagel with cream cheese and lox, it was no H and H, but it hit the spot! The Charles Bridge is a beautiful pedestrian bridge, but with some creepy statues. I have to say while Old Town is beautiful, at times I was a little disappointed in how touristy it felt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At moments, it was like Florence with its endless touristy souvenir shops. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;One of the most beautiful synagogues I have ever seen was in Praha. It is called the Spanish Synagogue. I would highly recommend spending a day in the Jewish quarter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;The most unforgettable day from the trip was our day trip to Terezin (Theresienstadt) Terezin was a former 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century military fotress that during WWII was converted by the Nazis into a concentration camp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Approximately, 33,000 people died here and another 87,000 were deported to other camps. As soon as I walked off the bus, I could sense this stillness and suffering in the air. It was as if the ground itself was mourning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a feeling to this day I will never forget and had never experienced before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This creepy and disturbing atmosphere was around me for whole portion of the tour. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our tour started in the Small fortress that was the Gestapo Police Prison.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were shown the barracks for prisoners where hundreds off people were crammed into a tiny room of wooden bunk beds. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the tour we went to the Main Fortress which was the Ghetto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This town is extremely eerie. There are about 2000 people who live there, however there are long empty streets and uninhabited buildings as if it were a ghost town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was an extremely uncomfortable town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our tour guide stressed the importance of never forgetting the atrocities and my visit to Terezin is something I could never forget. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6498864025880807368?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6498864025880807368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6498864025880807368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6498864025880807368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6498864025880807368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/czech-it-out.html' title='Czech it Out'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzMsA6WPHlI/AAAAAAAACzw/dxMnoSBfYok/s72-c/IMG_2537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6348616395502246205</id><published>2007-11-07T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:54:57.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Earrings in Rome?</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I found the most fantastic little shop in the center of Rome that sells beautiful earrings at low prices. The variety of earrings is extraordinary. This shop also has lovely glass bracelets. Candice, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the shop is Kelokura and the address is Via Giustiniani, 17. They have other shops but this is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6348616395502246205?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6348616395502246205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6348616395502246205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6348616395502246205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6348616395502246205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-for-earrings-in-rome.html' title='Looking for Earrings in Rome?'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6574862965787412745</id><published>2007-11-07T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:49:26.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome is a fairyland of language!</title><content type='html'>Gilbert (&lt;a href="http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/eat-pray-love-by-elizabeth-gilbert.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) went to Rome primarily because she wanted to learn the beautiful Italian language, and she is finding Rome to be the perfect place to achieve her goal. She writes enthusiastically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's kind of a fairyland of language for me here. For someone who has always wanted to speak Italian, what could be better than Rome? It's like somebody invented a city just to suit my specifications, where everyone (even the children, even the taxi drivers, even the actors on the commercials!) speaks this magical language. It's like the whole society is conspiring to teach me Italian." (p. 38)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on to say that they are printing the newspapers in Italian, just for her! She goes into bookstores and all of the books are in Italian, even Dr. Seuss! She can be sitting on a park bench and she will suddenly find herself in a spontaneous conversation class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice, how is your knowledge of Italian coming along? Please share some language stories with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6574862965787412745?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6574862965787412745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6574862965787412745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6574862965787412745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6574862965787412745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/rome-is-fairyland-of-language.html' title='Rome is a fairyland of language!'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3599186089971603652</id><published>2007-11-07T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:40:59.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Cream of the Crispy Saint</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Gilbert (&lt;a href="http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/eat-pray-love-by-elizabeth-gilbert.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) received the name of a Roman gelateria from a bus driver. He said it was the Best Gelato in Rome. It's "Il Gelato di San Crispino." Gilbert translates it as "the ice cream of the Crispy Saint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She checked it out. In one day she went back three times because the ice cream was so delicious. The first time she had honey and hazelnut, the second grapefruit and melon, and the third cinnamon and ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice, could you check it out and let us know what your expert opinion is? Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3599186089971603652?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3599186089971603652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3599186089971603652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3599186089971603652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3599186089971603652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/ice-cream-of-crispy-saint.html' title='The Ice Cream of the Crispy Saint'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2163852594975089357</id><published>2007-11-06T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:17:44.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Had Me At Bonjour…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbV5GBPpI/AAAAAAAACzM/b-6i0BtTaLo/s1600-h/IMG_2436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129700407236443794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbV5GBPpI/AAAAAAAACzM/b-6i0BtTaLo/s320/IMG_2436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbWZGBPqI/AAAAAAAACzU/EzMFZKGHxrY/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129700415826378402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbWZGBPqI/AAAAAAAACzU/EzMFZKGHxrY/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbWpGBPrI/AAAAAAAACzc/ThHOCSdgD90/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129700420121345714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbWpGBPrI/AAAAAAAACzc/ThHOCSdgD90/s320/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbXJGBPsI/AAAAAAAACzk/ywxBHTRaJhU/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129700428711280322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbXJGBPsI/AAAAAAAACzk/ywxBHTRaJhU/s320/IMG_2426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Paris. There is something so enchanting and elegant about this city that always draws me back. I am glad I got the opportunity to go with my friends who have never been before. I warned them they were going to fall in love with the city and I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I am going to recount my trip accurately I should add in that we almost did not make it to Paris. Right before our adventure was about to begin it started to rain the hardest I have ever seen in Roma. My friend, Will, almost slipped twice in the first five minutes on our walk to bus station. We thought we left plenty of time to get to the airport, but when it rains the bus system becomes twice as slow. Suddenly, our time cushion dwindled to an hour before check in at the airport. So we put our Amazing Race game face on and planned how we could maximize our time. We picked seats on the bus that were closest to the exit and put our luggage at the front underneath so it would be easy to grab. As soon as the bus doors open, we darted off and grabbed the luggage. When we entered the airport there were about five people standing there staring at us. Will and I continued to be in Amazing Race and ran to the check-in line. We made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first in Paris we spent the morning at the Louvre. I tried to warn my friends that the Mona Lisa was disappointing, but when you are in the Louvre you “have” to see it. I do not understand why there is so much attention to this one work of art by Leonardo Da Vinci. Personally, I prefer his works that are in the hallway outside the room of the Mona Lisa. It is just interesting to see how society can create such hype over one work of art. Anyway, after we went to see works by Delacroix and Caravaggio, two of my favorite artists. We also went to the Egyptian exhibit because my friend loves Egyptian art. My other friend wanted to see a painting by Vermeer. Everything was going along smoothly until we tried to find the Vermeer work. It took us about an hour walk around the Louvre to find it. I was expecting a large painting, but it was about two feet by two feet. My friends and I started snapping photos out of the sheer excitement that our quest to find this work of art was over. However, everyone in the room began to take interest at what we were looking at because of our excitement. Someone asked my friend what it was and she replied, “A Vermeer.” Immediately the man starts snapping photos. It was obvious that he had no idea who Vermeer was, but was just taking the photo because it was a famous work. After the Louvre we went to Angelina’s for the world renown hot chocolate that Abbe recommended to me. If you want to pamper yourself with a delicious treat, this is the place to go. The hot chocolate was a like a rich and delicious melted chocolate bar. It even comes with a bowl of fresh whip cream…who said calories count when you are on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we headed to another tourist hot spot: Notre Dame. This cathedral is beautiful in the Gothic sense. Gothic art is not my favorite, but Notre Dame stain glass windows woo me every time. That evening we went to eat Indian Food. Now I know we are in Paris and you are probably wondering why I was not having a crepe, but there is a serious withdrawal of ethnic cuisine in my life. I love Italian food, but I needed some samosas and lamb vindaloo. It was heavenly and probably my favorite meal in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two we went to the Eiffel Tower. I love looking up at the Eiffel Tower when you are underneath it. I always forget how massive it really is. I really did not want to go to the top because of my fear of heights. I got to the top and my friends convinced me that it would be “fun” to climb down the stairs of the Eiffel Tower. There is video of me holding more like clinging onto the railing for dear life. After about a hundred steps I do not remember actually climbing down them. All I remember is telling myself to just keeping going and watch the feet in front of you. My knees and hands were shaking when we reached the bottom, but I made it! At least I can say that I did it! After this semi-traumatic experience, we decided to walk to L’Arc de Triumph and the Champs- Elysees. Great and dangerous shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went our excursion out of Paris to Fontainebleau! This was the one place I really wanted to go outside of Roma. I took an Art History course last semester about the Chateaux of France and Fontainebleau was the climax of the semester. It was so surreal to be there. My favorite room was Francis the 1st Gallery. This was his private gallery that he only allowed special guests to enter. Every room was full of ornate and regal designs. I would recommend Fontainebleau as day trip because it is less than an hour by train outside of Paris and it easily accessible. The town of Fontainebleau is so quaint and adorable it is a great place to stroll and eat lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our day trip excursion, the weather was drab so we decided to go see a movie. Not by choice, we decided to see Rush Hour 3. I am so glad we saw this movie. My friends and I had no idea that it takes place in Paris! In one scene, a car chase went right by the movie theatre that we were watching it in. The only reason why I could not stop laughing was that I found it so ironic. All I can say is see Rush Hour 3 if you are an American and happen to be in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Paris was an amazing time. From the delicious nutella and banana crepes to éclairs, the food never lets you down. Watching the Eiffel Tower light show at night with my friends was definitely a highlight of my trip. While Paris will always hold a special place in my heart, I realized that Roma is the perfect place for me to study abroad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2163852594975089357?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2163852594975089357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2163852594975089357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2163852594975089357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2163852594975089357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-had-me-at-bonjour.html' title='You Had Me At Bonjour…'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBbV5GBPpI/AAAAAAAACzM/b-6i0BtTaLo/s72-c/IMG_2436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-1448255765064514222</id><published>2007-11-05T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:19:47.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buses in Rome'/><title type='text'>Buses in Rome</title><content type='html'>Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for that very interesting post about your use of the bus system in Rome. Yes, the bus network in Rome is absolutely incredible. You can find a bus to take you anywhere in the sprawling, chaotic city of Rome. And there are also trams, trains, and the subway for getting around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in Rome many years ago and took the bus every day, I bought a special card that was valid for a month. I would get on the bus in the front and flash it at the driver. Riders without a card would get on in the back of the bus where the ticket man sat, selling individual tickets. Yes, there were two employees on each bus, the driver and the ticket man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then individual tickets cost only 50 lire which was really cheap, the equivalent of a few cents. I was told that the city had to keep the price down. It was a political price. If it were too high, there would be a revolution in the streets and the government wanted to avoid that, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell us how the ticket system works today. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-1448255765064514222?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/1448255765064514222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=1448255765064514222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1448255765064514222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1448255765064514222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/busses-in-rome.html' title='Buses in Rome'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-5920245163445095705</id><published>2007-11-05T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:50:57.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could jet set, but instead I commute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBVDJGBPbI/AAAAAAAACww/ptwThIXJZx8/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129693488044129714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBVDJGBPbI/AAAAAAAACww/ptwThIXJZx8/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 75, 60, 90, 718, H, 44, 719, these are just a few of the many different buses I can take to get to school.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have yet to be in a city with a bus system as complicated as Roma.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is impossible to count the numerous different bus routes I could take each day to get to where I need to go. On one hand this is positive because I theoretically always have a way to get somewhere, but it causes a problem because the bus stops are not always near each other.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My friends and I all have our favorite ways of getting to school and each one of them has it pluses and minuses.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, there is no fast way to get to school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On early mornings, I like to take the 75 because the bus stop is closest to my house. The 75 is probably slower than other buses, but it guarantees a seat (one of twenty) which allows me to catch a few minutes of extra snooze time. Depending on how awake I am I can get off at Piramide and transfer to the metro. I can take the metro to Bologna then take the 93 or 310 bus to school. However, on mornings where I am still asleep when we reach Piramide, I just stay on the 75 until Termini and then switch to the 90 express bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On other mornings, I will walk down the hill, take the 719 to Venezia, and then catch the 60 express to school. The only negative side of this is that sometimes the 719 bus takes a long time to show up and I have to walk a lot further to catch the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the evenings, I usually take the 60 or 90 express home whichever one comes first. The 60 express drops you off in Piazza Venezia. I can either walk to Largo Argentina (about a five to ten minute walk) and catch the 8 tram or I can take the 44 bus in Piazza Venezia. The tram guarantees no traffic, but I have to walk up a huge hill when I get off. Otherwise, I can take the 44 that usually takes forever for the bus driver to leave because he is chatting with his friends. If I catch the 90 express first I usually wait for the 75 bus, but that can take a long time in the evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The key to bus system is if you can get yourself to Venezia or Termini you should find a way to get to where you need to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bus system was the scariest part about my acclimation to Roma. The first week I was convinced I would never learn the transportation system in the amount of time I was here. However, having my school far away from my apartment has made me learn it a lot faster than other people. It also has given me the opportunity to see and explore parts of the city I would not usually see on a daily basis if I lived near school.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a great personal success that I no longer keep the routes in my bag.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Each day in Roma brings new possibilities and new routes that I have not yet explored. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-5920245163445095705?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/5920245163445095705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=5920245163445095705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/5920245163445095705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/5920245163445095705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish-i-could-jetset-but-instead-i.html' title='I wish I could jet set, but instead I commute'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBVDJGBPbI/AAAAAAAACww/ptwThIXJZx8/s72-c/IMG_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3969901301281595899</id><published>2007-11-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:14:16.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Tuscan "Sun"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBZ6JGBPmI/AAAAAAAACy0/TpBpJ9ns9pc/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698830983446114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBZ6JGBPmI/AAAAAAAACy0/TpBpJ9ns9pc/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBZ6pGBPnI/AAAAAAAACy8/A0D3Z1s3cuo/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698839573380722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBZ6pGBPnI/AAAAAAAACy8/A0D3Z1s3cuo/s320/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBZ7JGBPoI/AAAAAAAACzE/7VU0YunpEGE/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129698848163315330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBZ7JGBPoI/AAAAAAAACzE/7VU0YunpEGE/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I planned a weekend to Siena, I was immediately reminded of the movie "Under The Tuscan Sun." I envisioned waking up in a beautifully house overlooking a the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hills&lt;/span&gt; of Tuscany. I was as close as you can get to that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siena is a little over a four hour drive from Roma. Our plan was not to drive straight to Sienna, but we spent the first afternoon in a winery run by women. This was my first time in a winery and it couldn't be better that it was in Italy. We learned about the process of wine making and how to taste wines. I learned how to tell a young wine from an old wine. Younger wines are lighter in color and when you swirl them they don't run down the glass slowly. We also learned how to smell a wine properly. One of my favorite wines we tried a wine called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinderlla&lt;/span&gt; (I highly recommend if you can find it.) This was definitely not a bad way to start off a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we arrived in Siena and had dinner in our hotel. The next day we went on a walking tour of Siena. I was looking forward to seeing the sights, except it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freeeeeezing&lt;/span&gt; out. There was an odd cold front in Italy and it was miserable walking around. However, we pushed through it and saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palazzo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Publico&lt;/span&gt; and Siena Cathedral. The facade of the Cathedral my Giovanni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pisano&lt;/span&gt; was beautiful in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gothic&lt;/span&gt; sense. Gothic art is not my favorite, but it definitely was a highlight of Siena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the morning tour, we literally ran to the closest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; to get soup. I had Tuscan soup which was delicious and exactly what I needed. Later that day we had part two of our walking tour which it was honestly too cold to remember or comprehend anything the tour guide was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening after dinner there was a concert in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Palazzo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Publico&lt;/span&gt; for soldiers who were returning from Iraq. There were Italian University student bands playing songs. It was so much fun to hear Italian music mixed in with an occasional Beatles song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, Tuscany is the perfect get away from city life. I would love to spend a summer in the Tuscan hills roaming around on a bicycle. However, I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt; was beautiful, but lacked personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3969901301281595899?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3969901301281595899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3969901301281595899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3969901301281595899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3969901301281595899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/under-tuscan-sun.html' title='Under the Tuscan &quot;Sun&quot;'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RzBZ6JGBPmI/AAAAAAAACy0/TpBpJ9ns9pc/s72-c/IMG_1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-456635482159150955</id><published>2007-11-04T12:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:00:07.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove sei?</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!! It feels great to be back in Rome, I have so much to report about where I have been! Over the past two and half weeks, I have been in Siena, Paris, and Prague. It has been quite an adventure and I can't wait to share them with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-456635482159150955?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/456635482159150955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=456635482159150955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/456635482159150955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/456635482159150955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/dove-sei_04.html' title='Dove sei?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-902302856068699801</id><published>2007-11-04T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:56:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-902302856068699801?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/902302856068699801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=902302856068699801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/902302856068699801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/902302856068699801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/dove-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3339452921594984408</id><published>2007-11-03T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:26:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert</title><content type='html'>If you are at all interested in the incredible city of Rome, you must read Gilbert's book. She spends four months each in Italy, India, and Indonesia. In Italy she sets up her base in Rome. I will share my thoughts about her thoughts on Rome in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mind it's a must-read for anyone in Rome or planning to go to Rome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3339452921594984408?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3339452921594984408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3339452921594984408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3339452921594984408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3339452921594984408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/eat-pray-love-by-elizabeth-gilbert.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-1429146819437622211</id><published>2007-11-01T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:14:07.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fontana di Trevi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyqVccp0j7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBNX9PxATxM/s1600-h/FontanaDiTrevi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyqVccp0j7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBNX9PxATxM/s320/FontanaDiTrevi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128075441675210674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most popular places to visit in Rome is the Fontana di Trevi. It is a splendid fountain in the heart of the city. It was made famous by Federico Fellini's film La Dolce Vita which starred my very favorite actor Marcello Mastroianni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice, have you thrown any euros in this fountain yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-1429146819437622211?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/1429146819437622211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=1429146819437622211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1429146819437622211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1429146819437622211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/11/fontana-di-trevi.html' title='Fontana di Trevi'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyqVccp0j7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBNX9PxATxM/s72-c/FontanaDiTrevi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2751135894048554610</id><published>2007-10-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:05:24.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ara Pacis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentino'/><title type='text'>Valentino at the Ara Pacis in Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyIQKhhxuyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lMn8FzELymU/s1600-h/S7300188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyIQKhhxuyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lMn8FzELymU/s320/S7300188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125677098885823266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyIQCRhxuxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k1YhsNoWPug/s1600-h/S7300187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyIQCRhxuxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k1YhsNoWPug/s320/S7300187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676957151902482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Netta went to the Valentino exhibit at the Ara Pacis in Rome and sent me these marvelous photos. Stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice, have you seen this exhibit yet? If so, please share your impressions with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyINxhhxuwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gzc2VNuLgtE/s1600-h/S7300191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyINxhhxuwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gzc2VNuLgtE/s320/S7300191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125674470365838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyINjRhxuvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M_Htq9NtN10/s1600-h/S7300186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyINjRhxuvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M_Htq9NtN10/s320/S7300186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125674225552702194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyINSxhxuuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mXLV_l_bLhQ/s1600-h/S7300184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyINSxhxuuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mXLV_l_bLhQ/s320/S7300184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125673942084860642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2751135894048554610?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2751135894048554610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2751135894048554610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2751135894048554610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2751135894048554610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/valentino-at-ara-pacis-in-rome.html' title='Valentino at the Ara Pacis in Rome'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RyIQKhhxuyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lMn8FzELymU/s72-c/S7300188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6400938460313354403</id><published>2007-10-20T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:17:08.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transportation in the Big City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RxrSy8u6NOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vgm9eGLI1bo/s1600-h/Adriano+Lara+Vespa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RxrSy8u6NOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vgm9eGLI1bo/s320/Adriano+Lara+Vespa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123639298825532642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic is a nightmare in many Italian cities. Parking is also a nightmare. Therefore, many people use motorcycles and motorbikes instead of cars. In the photo above you will see two young professionals, Adriano and Lara, on their way to work during the morning rush in Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice, why don't you tell us about your commute to school in Rome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6400938460313354403?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6400938460313354403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6400938460313354403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6400938460313354403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6400938460313354403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/transportation-in-big-city.html' title='Transportation in the Big City'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RxrSy8u6NOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vgm9eGLI1bo/s72-c/Adriano+Lara+Vespa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-8189595857296907853</id><published>2007-10-14T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:02:02.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gelato'/><title type='text'>Another Gelato Research Project Update</title><content type='html'>When I was in Milan last week, I discovered many new flavors. For the most recent update, go to &lt;a href="http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelati-research-project.html"&gt;the original post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-8189595857296907853?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/8189595857296907853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=8189595857296907853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8189595857296907853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8189595857296907853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-gelato-research-project-update.html' title='Another Gelato Research Project Update'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2041982023008150235</id><published>2007-10-11T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:21:06.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pizza Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;At lunch Christine and I discussed a new project about creating a list of all the different kinds of pizza toppings in Roma! I will keep adding to list as I come across new ones. Feel free to add some too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Rossa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Mozzarella&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Patate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Zucchine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Funghi &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Crostino&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Pomodori&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Fiori di Zucca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Melanzane&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Caprese&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Patate Fritte&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Cipolle &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Along with a list of different types of pizza, here are my favorite pizzerias by location: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trastevere:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pizzeria Dar Poeta: What would life be without Bufola Pizza at Dar Poeta? Unimaginable. When my friend comes to Roma for the weekend, I am taking her to this pizzeria.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has authenticity and charm, something hard to come by these days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pizzas range from 6-8 Euro, but it is the perfect portion for one person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would recommend the Bufola or Dar Poeta pizza. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After dinner, you must try the nutella and ricotta calzone. It is warm gooey nutella and ricotta perfectly blended together with a chewy bread shell that makes it sinfully delicious.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Just to warn you give yourself time to find it and expect to wait thirty minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is situated on a side street of Trastevere that is a little tricky to find, but don’t give up! It is well worth it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pizzeria Da Ivo: The first pizzeria I went to in Rome and it set the standard high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A block away from the tram stop, it is perfect place to sit down with friends and enjoy a pizza. The portions are large and the food is delicious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are many different varieties of pizza and pasta and they range from 6-9 Euro. If you are not in the mood for pizza I would recommend the house pasta with seafood. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campo Di Fiori:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Il Forno Campo De’ Fiori” In my opinion one of the best pizzerias in the Campo area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can’t sit inside and eat, but you can find a place to sit in Campo by the statue Bruno. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a well known &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and respected establishment and for good reason. Their Bianca pizza is incredible. It is also the best pizza Rossa I have tasted in Rome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t forget to try one of their delicious looking pastries! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monteverde:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Pizzeria da Simone”- The best Fiori di Zucca! (Zucchini flower).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a small pizzeria that offers daily variety at great prices. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is not a little out of the way if you are only in Rome for a few days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, if you have an afternoon to explore a more residential area, you can take the 75 or the 44 bus to Via Carini and it drops you right in front of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Pizza Oriani”- A local favorite among the residents of Monteverde.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had the best melanzane (eggplant) pizza here. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You can sit down to eat here, but the seating is limited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would recommend it for a quick lunch and porta via.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many young kids come here for a quick and delicious snack. The pizza comes by the piece or tondo (round individual pizza). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2041982023008150235?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2041982023008150235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2041982023008150235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2041982023008150235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2041982023008150235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/pizza-project.html' title='The Pizza Project'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3492955522789024219</id><published>2007-10-10T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:41:38.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Smart'/><title type='text'>La Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwyg_Mu6NFI/AAAAAAAAACw/9LWtykrvINA/s1600-h/Smart+Car+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwyg_Mu6NFI/AAAAAAAAACw/9LWtykrvINA/s320/Smart+Car+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643884023592018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest car on the streets of Rome is the Smart. When my son and I arrived at Fiumicino in Rome, we rented a Smart. Since parking in Rome is a major problem, the smaller your car is, the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two photos of our adorable little Smart! Adriano Meloni is at the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwygasu6NEI/AAAAAAAAACo/eThsqdquzzA/s1600-h/Smart+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwygasu6NEI/AAAAAAAAACo/eThsqdquzzA/s320/Smart+Car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643256958366786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The international airport in Rome is  named Leonardo da Vinci and it is located in Fiumicino. No one ever calls it by its name. It goes by the name of its location. I was happy to see that the airport is no longer patrolled by soldiers with machine guns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3492955522789024219?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3492955522789024219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3492955522789024219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3492955522789024219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3492955522789024219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-smart.html' title='La Smart'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwyg_Mu6NFI/AAAAAAAAACw/9LWtykrvINA/s72-c/Smart+Car+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-6385920793625659840</id><published>2007-10-09T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T02:44:58.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Da Pasqualino'/><title type='text'>Antica Trattoria Da Pasqualino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwyc2Mu6NCI/AAAAAAAAACY/FAUXecps310/s1600-h/Zeb,+Netta,+IAG,+Pima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwyc2Mu6NCI/AAAAAAAAACY/FAUXecps310/s320/Zeb,+Netta,+IAG,+Pima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119639331358258210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candice in front of the restaurant with me (far right), Alberto, and Netta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Surprise! Today I had lunch with Candice in Rome. We went to Da Pasqualino near the Colosseum. Candice ordered pollo alla romana and I had ravioli di radicchio, noci, e funghi porcini. For dessert we both had tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RwydeMu6NDI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWHdEgDopUk/s1600-h/Innocent+American+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RwydeMu6NDI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWHdEgDopUk/s320/Innocent+American+Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119640018553025586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candice enjoying an authentic and delicious tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see Candice in her new habitat! I would like to say that her Italian is coming along fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-6385920793625659840?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/6385920793625659840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=6385920793625659840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6385920793625659840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/6385920793625659840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/antica-trattoria-da-pasqualino.html' title='Antica Trattoria Da Pasqualino'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rwyc2Mu6NCI/AAAAAAAAACY/FAUXecps310/s72-c/Zeb,+Netta,+IAG,+Pima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-7151814609733771776</id><published>2007-10-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:09:02.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardio Duomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Firenze is the perfect long weekend trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left on Thursday evening and took the Eurostar train which costs about 33 Euro each way and gets you there in 90 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you don’t take the Eurostar you have to take the regional train which is only 15 Euro each way, but twice as long and very very painful. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should warn you that my friends and I referred to ourselves as “hard core tourists” so our itinerary might seem overwhelming. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For Florence make sure you have a plan before you go because most of the museums accept reservations which will definitely optimize your time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t forget to set aside some time for gelato! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday morning we went to the Duomo which is the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore. This is the most beautiful exterior of a Cathedral I have ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The intricate designs mixed with the green and brown colors overwhelmed me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did not want to take my eyes of the building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dome was built by the architect Filippo Brunelleschi an innovator of his time because he used a pulley system to set the over four million bricks and for his idea of building a “dome within a dome.” Once inside we walked around the apse listening to our audio guides, which I highly suggest because they are informative and cheap. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was trying to go along with the guide and not to look at the Last Judgment fresco on the inside of dome, but the art history major in me took over and I dashed over. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are no words for the fresco. It is so powerful, moving, and intricate that as a viewer you can only stand there in awe. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My favorite part of fresco is hell. I love the red pigment s and splashes of orange mixed with twisted bodies that are flowing downward in agony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The demons look sadistic and frightening; it definitely evokes a powerful message from the Church. I was looking at it for so long that my neck started to hurt. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the Duomo we went to the Baptistery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Immediately my eyes jumped to the “Gates of Paradise” also known as the bronze doors. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The craftsmanship of the doors is unparallel to any bronze works I have seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the reasons why I love these gates is because of the story behind it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Brunelleschi and Ghiberti were in competition for this work. They both modeled and casted “The Sacrifice of Isaac” and presented them to a panel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Interestingly, one of the judges was Raphael. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ghiberti won the contest, his work is more emotional and flowing versus Brunelleschi’s which was more daring and rigid. I made the mistake of thinking that these were the real gates, but due to acid rain the originals were removed and placed in the Duomo museum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The inside of the baptistery is covered in gold mosaics from the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century. It is definitely worth a visit. We then went to the Duomo museum, which was interesting, but by that time my mind was focused on one thing….lunch!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friends and I wanted to break away from Italian cuisine, so we decided to go to this place called Eby’s which supposedly had a lunch special of a burrito and drink for 4.5 Euro.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Long story short, the special doesn’t exist anymore, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat here. I’m not sure if it was the fact I haven’t had Mexican food in a month or that the burrito had meat, but I might be so bold to say that this was the best burrito I’ve ever had. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that we walked over to the Galleria dell’ Accademia also known to tourists as “where Michelangelo’s David is.” We made the mistake of not having reservations so we had to wait over an hour online, but it was worth every minute. I couldn’t believe how enormous the statue of David is in person. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just kept staring at it and thinking it is perfection from the proportion to the veins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two or three times we walked back to David to look at it again because it was so breathtaking. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For dinner we went to Aqua Al 2. It was recommended to us by someone who studied abroad in Florence and it was also in our travel books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had the five dish pasta sampler which was delicious and so fun! The chef surprises you with different pastas, and they were all superb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also had blueberry steak! I was interested to try this because I have never heard of anything like it in my life. I’m not sure it really tasted like blueberries, but nevertheless it was definitely my favorite meal on the trip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day we decided to start the day off at the Uffizi. If there is one reservation you have to make it is for the Uffizi. It can be up to a three hour wait to get into the museum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is my favorite museum. I loved how the rooms guide you through time and artists.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cimabue, Giotto, Botticelli, Caravaggio….I was like a kid in a candy store. Leave about three to four hours to explore the whole museum. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afterwards we decided to climb the Duomo. I should have put together that my fear of heights might become a problem when we reached the top, but I really wanted to see the frescos up close! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was fine till we got to the first tier of the dome. Then I could only look at the wall to my left. I didn’t really get to examine the frescos as much as I would’ve liked because I was focusing on not having a panic attack. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, the panoramic view of Florence at the top is definitely worth the 463 stairs workout.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day ended with a “Clue Tour” of the Palazzo Vecchio. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our tour guide was dressed in 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century attire! I would highly recommend this tour because you get to go into secret passageways that are usually blocked off to the public. We even got to see the wooden structures supporting the ceiling! It was a lot of fun and educational at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For dinner we ate at the Golden View, a restaurant which overlooks the Ponte Vecchio.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you eat here you must have the Tiramisu. I can undoubtedly say this is the best Tiramisu I’ve ever had! Just writing about it makes me want to go back and get some! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunday in Florence is a great day to go to the San Lorenzo flea market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Incase your travel guide says anything about Santo Spirito flea market ignore it because it no longer exists. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You can buy pashminas, cashmere scarves, and silk ties galore. I have never seen so many stands selling the same items in a row. There are also lots of leathers jackets and bags, but unfortunately a lot of them looked like poor quality. It was lots of fun just to walk around and bargain. I finally decided on a purple cashmere scarf which just happens to be the color of Florence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-7151814609733771776?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/7151814609733771776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=7151814609733771776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7151814609733771776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7151814609733771776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/cardio-duomo.html' title='Cardio Duomo'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-1216364311368413982</id><published>2007-10-03T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T06:04:57.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasticceria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torta di mandorla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfogliatella'/><title type='text'>Visits to the Pasticceria</title><content type='html'>Candice, I think that the Italian pastries are almost as delicious as the French ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was studying in Florence, I had breakfast every morning with a diplomatico and a cappuccino!  My favorite breakfast food in Naples was the sfogliatella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was living with my family in Rome, we had a tradition. We would always buy a torta di ricotta for our Sunday dinner dessert. And for special parties we would buy a delicious torta di mandorla. My mouth is watering just thinking about these delightful treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite pastries in Rome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-1216364311368413982?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/1216364311368413982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=1216364311368413982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1216364311368413982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1216364311368413982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/visits-to-pasticceria.html' title='Visits to the Pasticceria'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-1304613866438582572</id><published>2007-10-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:34:34.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How's the Pasta?</title><content type='html'>Candice, I know that the Romans love their pasta. Can you tell us about some of your culinary experiences in Rome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-1304613866438582572?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/1304613866438582572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=1304613866438582572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1304613866438582572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1304613866438582572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/hows-pasta.html' title='How&apos;s the Pasta?'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-8889650412460991968</id><published>2007-10-02T03:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:04:32.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Fashion</title><content type='html'>There are some striking difference between Italian and American fashion, particularly for women.  Here is what I have noticed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Italians do not wear flip flops on the street. Flip flops are viewed as shoe wear only for the beach. Flip flops are the most popular shoe wear for people my age so this is a hard adjustment because we are use to wearing them everywhere, even in the winter! I have stopped wearing my flip flops because it is a give away that you are not Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Leave your stilettos at home. Rome is a labryinth of cobblestone and paved streets. It is a definitely a physical challenge to walk in stilettos in Rome. I brought a pair with me and I am leaving them in the box. Most Italians don't wear stilettos anyway, but there are a few younger Italians  who have managed to master this art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Italians do not wear "gym sneakers" on the street. By gym sneakers I mean the white athletic shoes that Americans wear with jeans on a daily basis. No Italian male or female wears this kind of sneaker, ever. Instead Italian women wear brands like Converse or Diesel which are more of a cosmopolitan street sneaker with different colors, designs, and fabrics. It is true that an easy way to tell if someone is not Italian is by their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Italian women do not wear shorts or short skirts. Shorts are also considered beach wear. They do wear capris, but on the most part Italian women do not wear above the knee skirts or shorts.  If you do wear shorts in Italy becareful because it will call attention that you don't want to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Italian women do not wear their hair in a ponytail. I believe it is viewed as a fashion faux pas here because I rarely see an Italian women with her hair up.  Also I noticed women are "cat-called" less by men when there hair is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Italian women love to color coordinate, definitely more than in America. When I was in Florence I saw a woman wearing a red coat, red shirt, red pants, and red shoes.  It was quite overwhelming.  Even my Italian teacher today  was wearing green jacket, with light green shirt, and green pants. I think in America we usally don't color coordinate as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. On a daily basis Italian women do get more dressed up than American women. I don't usually see older Italian women wearing jeans during the weekday. Usually, a typical Italian women wears a nice woven top, a skirt or dressy pants, and leather flats or boots.  Italians definitely love to wear boots, and I don't blame them beacuse they are so beautiful here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Sunglasses are the main accessory for Italians. They definitely wear them with attitude. A trend right now with the youth are aviators.  Designers like Ray Ban and D&amp;amp;G are huge here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If I could offer any words of advice on how to not look like a tourist it would be to bring a nice pair of sunglasses, a pair of nice flats, black pants, and a plain tops.  Not only will you feel more comfortable when you are in the city, but it will probably help reduce your chances of getting pick pocketed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-8889650412460991968?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/8889650412460991968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=8889650412460991968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8889650412460991968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8889650412460991968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/italian-fashion.html' title='Italian Fashion'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-182614227262976227</id><published>2007-10-01T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:46:14.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelati Research Project: Update</title><content type='html'>Candice has discovered new flavors of gelato (I think she is spending too much time in the gelaterie inRome!) and I have updated my original post &lt;a href="http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelati-research-project.html"&gt;Gelati Research Project&lt;/a&gt;. You might want to go back and take a peek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-182614227262976227?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/182614227262976227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=182614227262976227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/182614227262976227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/182614227262976227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/10/gelati-research-project-update.html' title='Gelati Research Project: Update'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-7703777702886798023</id><published>2007-09-28T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:40:03.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galleria Borghese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rv3H9cu6NBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RbVsVz3iVEs/s1600-h/Galleria+Borghese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rv3H9cu6NBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RbVsVz3iVEs/s320/Galleria+Borghese.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115464610261644306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you visited the Galleria Borghese yet? It is my very favorite museum in Rome. The building itself is incredibly beautiful but it is the sculpture inside that is truly fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite piece is Daphne turning into a tree as she is chased by Apollo. I could stand there and look at it for hours on end! The statue of David is also marvelous. The statue of Paolina Borghese is an amazing work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think of this very special place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-7703777702886798023?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/7703777702886798023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=7703777702886798023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7703777702886798023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7703777702886798023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/galleria-borghese.html' title='Galleria Borghese'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/Rv3H9cu6NBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RbVsVz3iVEs/s72-c/Galleria+Borghese.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4865399035067104368</id><published>2007-09-28T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:29:32.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Fashion</title><content type='html'>Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been struck by the way  the Roman women dress? I'd love to hear your observations on this subject.  Can you distinguish between the women who are tourists and the women who are locals by the way they dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking about this with some friends the other day, one remarked that you can always spot an American woman by her shoes! Italian women seem to think that American women wear ugly shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a funny experience I had several years ago. I was walking with my children in our neighborhood in Rome. We were speaking in English. Two Italian women began to stare at us, at me in particular. Then they started talking about how ugly my shoes were. I had just returned from the States, and I was wearing a pair of Keds. I should have come up with a clever retort but I was struck dumb and just listened to the women criticize my comfortable American shoes. These women, of course, had no idea that I understood Italian. (It's always dangerous to talk about someone in front of them.  There is always a chance that they will understand you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4865399035067104368?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4865399035067104368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4865399035067104368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4865399035067104368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4865399035067104368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/italian-fashion.html' title='Italian Fashion'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-5672697483856995246</id><published>2007-09-27T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:30:06.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Time</title><content type='html'>Anyone who has ever been to Italy knows that Italians work on their own special clock.  Italians don't feel the need to rush to please everyone online. In the grocery store you could wait twenty minutes to check out  because the customer is talking to the cashier about their life.  The worst is if you are the first stop on the bus route, the bus driver could have his lunch or go talk to other drivers before he starts the bus again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I don't like Italian time, in fact I do. It is just hard to get accustomed to because of the American go go go attitude that I have been brought up on. I secretly wish that Americans adopted this way of life.  I think this is going to be one of the hardest points for me to readjust to, because I enjoy my two hour leisurely lunches and feel less stress about accomplishing everything on my list to do.  It is definitely obvious that Italians are less stressful than Americans, they go with the flow much more easily and take time out of the day for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-5672697483856995246?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/5672697483856995246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=5672697483856995246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/5672697483856995246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/5672697483856995246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/italian-time.html' title='Italian Time'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4407096000998087889</id><published>2007-09-22T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:16:25.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelato is my obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvueddoyvlI/AAAAAAAABZs/Qa-dHNTyKlk/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvueddoyvlI/AAAAAAAABZs/Qa-dHNTyKlk/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114856030818451026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/Rvued9oyvmI/AAAAAAAABZ0/rZpkXmC4C3k/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/Rvued9oyvmI/AAAAAAAABZ0/rZpkXmC4C3k/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114856039408385634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to imagine my world without gelato. Whenever I am walking down the street and see a gelateria, I find myself compelled to get a cup and try new flavors. There are a few things to look out for in deciding whether the place has good gelato. The first is the banana trick. If the banana gelato is yellow, politely walk away.  Authentic banana gelato is white.  Also usually bars that have only five to ten flavors from my experience do not serve the best gelato.  They have it merely as a snack than a gourmet experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking out for new and unique flavors for Christine's project. Today, I might have been to the largest and delicious gelateria since I have been here. It is called Della Palma and it is about two blocks from the Pantheon.  I believe there were at least sixty flavors. There were so many flavors that I started to feel anxious over the choice, but the good news is you can't really choose a bad flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the mel verde, cioccolato peperoncino, and pesca. I would recommend them all. Other flavors I saw that looked good were Mozart (chocolate and almond), Watermelon, "Kit-Kat", Meringotto, Ricotta in salsa di fichi, passion fruit....the list is endless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures and will post them so you can see the deliciousness yourself! I saw on the cup there was a location in New York! Does anyone know where? If you live nearby I highly recommend you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4407096000998087889?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4407096000998087889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4407096000998087889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4407096000998087889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4407096000998087889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelato-is-my-obsession.html' title='Gelato is my obsession'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvueddoyvlI/AAAAAAAABZs/Qa-dHNTyKlk/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-8395289507379181951</id><published>2007-09-22T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:06:57.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian in Context</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Italian class is completely different than what I expected before coming to Roma. Fortunately it is for the better. I studied French for eight years and Latin for five before college and am use to a different teaching technique. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In High School when I took French I wanted to learn how to speak to French people and in context to their culture. Instead, my program was heavily weighted on grammar and little culture. I became bored with it and started dreading my textbook homework assignments. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt studying French was a chore rather than an opportunity to explore an entirely different culture and language.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking back I realize it was the assignments that were most connected to culture that I learned the most from. For example, when we were learning about baked goods, we went to a patisserie and were only allowed to order something in French. I remember my teaching helping me with the pronunciation of je voudrais in context. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here in Italy, my instructor teaches me words that I need for survival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our first day of class we learned what to say to Italians who harass us on the bus. First you say Basta! (stop!) second Vai Via! (go away!) and then finally something more severe which I am sure you can guess. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We also learned how to order a cappuccino/caffe and cornetto (croissant), the typical Italian breakfast. We focus on our oral and pronunciation of words and not as much on the grammar and spelling. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While there is no denying grammar is a staple and important part of a language, I feel the manner in which it is presented to students can be overwhelming and boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps, using it more in a cultural context like I have been exposed to in Italy (for example showing signs found in Rome with different participles) could teach students grammar, while teaching them practical information about the area. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I think it comes down to a question of what are the goals of the student and what are the goals of the teacher. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know as a student I was never asked what are my goals were in learning a language. I think this can cause a disconnect between students and teachers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the reasons why I like my Italian class so much is because my teacher understands my goal of the class. Everyday she provides me with tools and information that enhances my understanding of daily life in Roma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Additionally, I have learned a lot about Italian culture in my language class. For example, we did a lesson on hand gestures and what they mean in Italian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also read an article about AS Roma soccer and explained to us who famous players were on the team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I am not just learning how to speak Italian, but I am understanding the Italian way of life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end for me it is learning through culture, rather than learning about culture that has made my Italian class and my study abroad experience successful so far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-8395289507379181951?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/8395289507379181951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=8395289507379181951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8395289507379181951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8395289507379181951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/italian-in-context.html' title='Italian in Context'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2196030392215564423</id><published>2007-09-21T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:19:16.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assisi and Perugia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvufZNoyvnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/pqgabCavZbM/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvufZNoyvnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/pqgabCavZbM/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114857057315634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I took my first trip outside of Roma!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assisi was amazing, breathtaking, and truly the most enchanting town I have ever been to. If you can get away from the swarms of tourists who flood the this town that has only eight hundred residents and find a small narrow sidestreet you will feel like you are walking in a Medieval city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The town is dedicated to St. Francis of Assisi. Literally, every souvenir had St. Francis on it.  We went on a walking guided tour and started off by going into St. Francis’ basilica. I think I almost had a case of Stendhal syndrome. The whole church was floor to ceiling frescoes. It was absolutely the most amazing church I have ever been in. I saw a few frescoes that I studied, but most importantly I saw the St. Francis’ alter piece which was one of my favorite works in the beginning of my Art History class.  One thing I have learned quickly in Italy is that art history slides do not do justice to the scale of works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never really understood the magnitude and importance of envisioning a work in its actual size. The frescoes were at least five times larger than I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After St. Francis basilica we walked through the town and arrived at the Santa Chiara basilica.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This basilica was beautiful as well. I would definitely recommend walking downstairs and seeing her tomb. For me, it was one of the highlights of the trip. The beautiful and elaborate marble work around her tomb is something that words and pictures cannot describe.  Unfortunately it is hard to relay the darkness and somberness of the room that enhanced the overall experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the tour my friends and I decided that we should climb to the top of Assisi were there is a I believe a former monastery because we thought the view would be gorgeous. It was hell. Fifteen minutes of uphill non-stop climbing in what felt like hundred degree weather. We did reach the top and views were stunning, but I would suggest taking a taxi next time. At least I can say I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That evening we ate dinner in this restaurant called “La Stella” I would recommend the restaurant, but only if you eat outside. We are right by the grill and it was literally a million degrees. I had a delicious assortment of eggplants from grilled, sauteed, and fried.  After dinner we relaxed in our hotel because Assisi does not offer a night life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day we took a bus to Perugia. For some inexplicable reason, I was disappointed with Perugia. It had the qualities of an enchanting town with beautiful scenery, but as a whole I felt unimpressed and glad we only spent the afternoon there. I'm not sure if it was due to my lack of sleep, but I just didn't feel as much character and personality as the city of Assisi.   Although,  I must note there were a lot of clothing stores and definitely some good shopping can be found there, but the best part of Perugia for me was the chocolate store where I got chili pepper chocolate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next week I am going to Florence! Does anyone have any suggestions on what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2196030392215564423?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2196030392215564423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2196030392215564423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2196030392215564423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2196030392215564423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/assisi-and-perugia.html' title='Assisi and Perugia!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvufZNoyvnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/pqgabCavZbM/s72-c/IMG_0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3501557946924987226</id><published>2007-09-17T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:15:10.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>volume</title><content type='html'>I thought it was interesting what you wrote about the volume of Italians talking.  I, too, have seen this.  As you learn more Italian and become familiar with the culture, you will see/hear people talking at different volumes.  Generally speaking you are correct.  When they are involved or impassioned, the level goes up.  But, I also noted that often the silence of Italians was louder and carried more of an impact than the loudness did.  Also, try to figure out the socio-economic level of the Italians that you are observing.  There is definitely a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3501557946924987226?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3501557946924987226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3501557946924987226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3501557946924987226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3501557946924987226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/volume.html' title='volume'/><author><name>MsC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15138333608652125111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-5622655575489984333</id><published>2007-09-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:05:57.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Notte Bianca</title><content type='html'>Ciao!! Saturday night we went to La Notte Bianca! In case you don’t know what this is it is the night when all of Rome stays up and attends different events around the city. The events range from musical acts on stages to group dancing in the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never experienced anything like this in my life. The whole city was alive and full of energy till eight in the morning. We started off the evening walked around Campo Di Fiori also known to Italians as the “Campo Di America” because it were a lot of Americans go to hang out. We went to a pub called The Drunken Ship, which was shockingly mostly Americans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was fun for a few minutes, until we all came to the conclusion that we did not come to Rome to immerse ourselves with other Americans, but with Italians. We then headed to Circus Maximus where we stumbled upon a “cirque de soleil” like musical act.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The performance was one of the most intriguing acts I have ever seen in my life. I posted some pictures, but words can really do it justice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that act we walked to Piazza Novana and watched some impromptu Sicilian dancing. That was lots of fun to see Italians dancing so energetically at four in the morning. Our feet were starting to hurt so we had a much needed cappuccino and rested for a bit.  Somehow, we walked to the Giancolo hill to watch the sunrise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe how many people were there at 6 am. Although we were exhausted, it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-5622655575489984333?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/5622655575489984333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=5622655575489984333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/5622655575489984333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/5622655575489984333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-notte-bianca.html' title='La Notte Bianca'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4892287998870171966</id><published>2007-09-13T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T06:59:20.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Act at La Notte Bianco'/><title type='text'>La Notte Bianca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuYcpkNFRFI/AAAAAAAAABA/Rwr_jfw1ZfY/s320/Da+Oio+Alla+Carbonara.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108802327717168210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Rigatoni alla carbonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice,&lt;br /&gt;  I was just reading the online version of the newspaper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Repubblica&lt;/span&gt;, and I ran across an article announcing a strike this coming Thursday. Italians are being encouraged not to eat pasta as a way to protest high consumer prices. Please let us know the impact of this strike. Italians love their pasta, and it will be an enormous sacrifice to give it up for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of pasta, have you been eating pasta every day? Have you discovered any new pasta dishes? If so, share your findings with us! The most typical Roman pasta dish is probably rigatoni alla carbonara. You must go to Testaccio one day to enjoy this dish. You should also try rigatoni alla pagliata.  My favorite restaurant in Testaccio is Da Oio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-7713099053179444876?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/7713099053179444876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=7713099053179444876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7713099053179444876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7713099053179444876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/sciopero-della-pastasciutta-13.html' title='Sciopero della pastasciutta: 13 settembre'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuYcpkNFRFI/AAAAAAAAABA/Rwr_jfw1ZfY/s72-c/Da+Oio+Alla+Carbonara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-3480573092252379097</id><published>2007-09-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:58:55.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gelato'/><title type='text'>Gelati: Research Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuW2eENFREI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IolgXm_Up-4/s1600-h/Blue+Ice+Il+Gelato.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuW2eENFREI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IolgXm_Up-4/s320/Blue+Ice+Il+Gelato.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108689979962639426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gelateria Blue Ice in Testaccio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice,&lt;br /&gt;While you are in Italy, could you help me with my Flavors of Ice Cream Research Project? A few years ago, I started a list of flavors of ice cream found in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gelaterie&lt;/span&gt; in Italy. Can you add to this list?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the most popular flavor of ice cream in Italy is nocciola?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Italians always order two flavors of ice cream at a time? And frequently they want whipped cream on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fruit Flavors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;albicocca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;amarena &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;amarenata&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;ananas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;caco (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cocomero (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fig and caramel (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;fragola &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;frutti di bosco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;frutti misti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lampone (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;limoncello&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.7pt 115.45pt 0.0001pt 0.05in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; mela verde (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;melone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirtillo (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;mora &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.7pt 115.45pt 0.0001pt 0.05in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;papaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.7pt 115.45pt 0.0001pt 0.05in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;frutto della passione (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0.45pt 1.45in 0.0001pt 0.05in; line-height: 13.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;pesca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;pompelmo rosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;                                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Other Flavors&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaretto di Saronno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; anice&lt;br /&gt;bacio&lt;br /&gt;bacio nero&lt;br /&gt;bella chioma&lt;br /&gt;caffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; cannella (added by Christine)&lt;br /&gt;cannolo (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caramel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;caramel nuts (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;champagne (added by Candice)&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cioccolato&lt;br /&gt;cioccolato all'arancio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; cioccolato al rhum (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; cioccolato al peperoncino (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; crema con pinoli e pan di spagna (added by Christine)&lt;br /&gt;croccante alla mandorla (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crema&lt;br /&gt;crema della nonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; crema di noce (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; crema whiskey (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cremino&lt;br /&gt;croccantino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Duplo (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; fior di latte&lt;br /&gt;fiore di soia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Galek (added by Candice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gianduia&lt;br /&gt;gran malaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Kit-Kat (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; lavanda (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liquerizia&lt;br /&gt;malaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; marrone glace' (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mascarpone (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; meringotto (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mozart (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mousse al caffe&lt;br /&gt;nocciola&lt;br /&gt;nutella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; parmigiano (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pistacchio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; puffo (added by Christine)&lt;br /&gt;ricotta (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ricotta in salsa di fichi (added by Candice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rosa (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stracciatella&lt;br /&gt;tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;vaniglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; variegato amarena (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; viola (added by Christine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; zabaglione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; zuppa inglese (added by Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Style" style="margin: 14.6pt 9.6pt 0.0001pt 4.3pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="Style" style="margin: 0in 9.6pt 0.0001pt 4.3pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Style" style="margin: 0in 82.35pt 0.0001pt 3.8pt; line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-3480573092252379097?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/3480573092252379097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=3480573092252379097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3480573092252379097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/3480573092252379097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/gelati-research-project.html' title='Gelati: Research Project'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuW2eENFREI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IolgXm_Up-4/s72-c/Blue+Ice+Il+Gelato.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4003640868075276136</id><published>2007-09-10T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T07:49:35.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Piramide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvKH-MfEzyI/AAAAAAAABZc/KBqSbsMaQUk/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvKH-MfEzyI/AAAAAAAABZc/KBqSbsMaQUk/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112298029592137506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Pyramida!!! Actually, our first night we were suppose to meet our school center at the pyramida stop. However, we had trouble finding the bus so we missed them completely. We did manage to finally get off at the bus stop that was suppose to be right neat Pyramida. We couldn't see the Pyramid from where we were standing so I asked some Italian women and they started laughing....I didn't realize why until they pointed behind us and literally there was the pyramid! It is absolutely stunning. I actually now take the bus to the pyramida metro station and then take the train to Piazza Bologna to get to school. I haven't gone into the cemetery yet, but now that you have mentioned it perhaps on my way home I will stop by. Also there is supposedly a delicious pizzeria called Di Petro in the area. Have you heard of it? Speaking of pizza, last night I had potato pizza for the first time! It was delicious. Ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I will also post about my La Notte Bianca experience soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4003640868075276136?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4003640868075276136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4003640868075276136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4003640868075276136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4003640868075276136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/pyramida.html' title='La Piramide'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/RvKH-MfEzyI/AAAAAAAABZc/KBqSbsMaQUk/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-8726455686580431635</id><published>2007-09-09T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:11:31.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Protestant Cemetery and The Pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuS1x0NFRDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G5toGGl6q_I/s1600-h/DSCN2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuS1x0NFRDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G5toGGl6q_I/s320/DSCN2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108407744776717362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuSvFkNFRAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/G4qdFgoOUT0/s1600-h/PyramidFromCemetery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuSvFkNFRAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/G4qdFgoOUT0/s200/PyramidFromCemetery.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108400387497739266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice,&lt;br /&gt; Have you visited the Protestant Cemetery in Rome yet? It is one  of the most beautiful and peaceful places in Rome. The Romantic poet John Keats lived and died in an apartment in Piazza di Spagna and was then buried in the Protestant Cemetery. It's easy to find the cemetery. Just look for the Pyramid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-8726455686580431635?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/8726455686580431635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=8726455686580431635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8726455686580431635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/8726455686580431635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/protestant-cemetery-and-pyramid.html' title='The Protestant Cemetery and The Pyramid'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuS1x0NFRDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G5toGGl6q_I/s72-c/DSCN2184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-1090481084702847156</id><published>2007-09-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:30:44.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is something we watched during orientation that is funny, yet accurate! &lt;a href="http://www.infonegocio.com/xeron/bruno/italy.html"&gt;http://www.infonegocio.com/xeron/bruno/italy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any Italian language classes yet, but I find myself learning words through street signs and ordering food. Usually, when I study a language I have trouble with pronunciation. However, in Rome, I find myself constantly using the same words over and over again which helps me solidify not only the vocabulary, but also my accent. Additionally, it is extremely helpful to hear different Italians say words, because you can pick up on all the different intonations. Something I learned the other day after seeing what I thought was an argument on the bus was that when Italians speak loudly it is not a sign of disrespect or an argument. It is a way for them to show that they are paying attention to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way to a guided tour of Rome! This weekend we will be going to La &lt;span id="misp_compose_1" class="hm"&gt;Notte&lt;/span&gt; Bianca! If you have any suggestions on what to see during this event let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;Candice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-1090481084702847156?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/1090481084702847156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=1090481084702847156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1090481084702847156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/1090481084702847156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-is-something-we-watched-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2386224374205831707</id><published>2007-09-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:52:25.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Keyboard</title><content type='html'>One of my greatest frustrations when I went to Italy a few years ago was not being able to find the @ symbol on the keyboard. Candice has discovered this problem as well. Here is my daughter-in-law's explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my keyboard it is ctrl+alt+the key with the @ symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general rule  is:&lt;br /&gt;- if the symbol you want is placed in the lower left position on the key,  you just need  to  type  it.&lt;br /&gt;- if the symbol you want is a capital letter or placed in the top left position on the key, you  push shift + the key.&lt;br /&gt;- if the symbol you want is placed in the lower right position on the key,  you need  to  push ctrl + alt + the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)  Ciao  Lara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2386224374205831707?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2386224374205831707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2386224374205831707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2386224374205831707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2386224374205831707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/italian-keyboard.html' title='Italian Keyboard'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2533587100171064446</id><published>2007-09-06T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:21:19.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock</title><content type='html'>I am sorry it took me this long to write again, but words cannot describe how busy I am! First off, everything is great!&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I live in this area in Monteverde which is viewed as a residential area of Rome. However, we are right on the border of it and it is a ten minute walk to Trastevere. Trastevere is considered the hip bohemian area of Rome (which I have not yet been too, but hopefully tonight!) My apartment is nice and serves it purpose.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have an electronic gate to the apartment building that you have to open with a key every time you go in and out. Once you open it my apartment is one the ground floor. You don't actually walk into the building to get to my room you go through the terrace. The terrace is hugggggge and it is where we put our laundry out to dry!&lt;br /&gt;There are cultural differences that will take time to get use to. The main difference is the pace in which Romans handle everything. Everyone takes FOREVER to do anything in Rome.  Momento can mean anything from 5 minutes to an hour….it's frustrating, especially when trying to get to school in the morning. There is no bus schedule, the bus comes when it feels like it. It is quite an experience to take the bus&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in the morning rush over.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have instilled in our minds that we must keep our belongings in our site at all times, so it is hard to just relax for a minute.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also interesting fact about the system, the bus driver is not responsible to see that you validated your ticket. There are these machines placed in different ends of the bus in which you are suppose to stamp your ticket.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can ride the bus or metro without paying. However, if an inspector comes on and asks to see your ticket and you haven't validated it you have to pay 101 Euro. So, in conclusion, I bought a monthly pass for 30 Euro. So we take the bus to this stop which is literally thirty feet from Trajan Column (I think it is called Piazza Novana, but not sure.) Anyway, Trajan's column is AMAZING.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately there is scaffolding on part of it, but it is so awesome to just be able to walk by it everyday.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Crossing the street is so nerve racking.  Rome does have red lights, but no one follows them. They are truly viewed as suggestions, especially when it comes to scooters which so many people use. You basically walk out to the middle of the street and pray that no one runs you over! Mostly I just wait for someone to say go or follow an Italian. It is definitely going to take some getting use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that little things like different electric converters, to showers with barely any hot water that take time to adjust to. I can't wait to share more with you, but it is time for lunch! One amazing aspect of Italian culture is the value and appreciation of a relaxing meal. Lunch will be about two hours long! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2533587100171064446?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2533587100171064446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2533587100171064446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2533587100171064446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2533587100171064446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/culture-shock.html' title='Culture Shock'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-7165496049622004486</id><published>2007-09-04T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:40:33.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Aurelius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capitoline Museum'/><title type='text'>Rome is My Home, Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuSx0UNFRBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cOtuGebcBw/s1600-h/Campidoglio3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuSx0UNFRBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cOtuGebcBw/s320/Campidoglio3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108403389679879186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Candice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to follow your blog very carefully. Rome is one of my very favorite cities. I lived there for ten years. I married a Roman. We were married on the Capitoline Hill under the watchful eyes of Marcus Aurelius. I have many important and happy memories of Rome. Enjoy yourself in one of the most intriguing cities in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photo below you will see the marvelous statue of Marcus Aurelius, the great Roman emperor. The beautiful building in the background is where the mayor of Rome has his offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photo on the right you will see an aerial view of the Campidoglio with the statue of the emperor in the center. This square was designed by Michelangelo. The two buildings make up the Capitoline Museum. I was married in a room in the museum on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuSzQ0NFRCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtRLKImjvMM/s1600-h/campidoglio+marco+aurelius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuSzQ0NFRCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtRLKImjvMM/s320/campidoglio+marco+aurelius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108404978817778722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-7165496049622004486?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/7165496049622004486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=7165496049622004486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7165496049622004486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/7165496049622004486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/rome-is-my-home-too.html' title='Rome is My Home, Too!'/><author><name>C. Meloni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/R4fefEdmDKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bC3d3hMJs0w/S220/christineNCLRC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMBgD3D7cGM/RuSx0UNFRBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cOtuGebcBw/s72-c/Campidoglio3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-4388326848238495144</id><published>2007-09-04T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T06:56:49.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet lagged and it feels so good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lied&lt;/span&gt;. The jet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;unpacking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; internet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Roman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;meal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;! The first major difference I noticed is the keyboard buttons are different. I still can't find the @ sign and keep having to copy and paste it..if someone knows how to get it on the keyboard Iwould greatly appreciate it! ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-4388326848238495144?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/4388326848238495144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=4388326848238495144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4388326848238495144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/4388326848238495144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/jet-lagged-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Jet lagged and it feels so good!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-2693164679896955810</id><published>2007-09-01T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:44:38.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve!</title><content type='html'>Salve!  I am an Italian teacher in New Jersey.  I have been fortunate to live in Rome and continue to travel there as my husband was born and grew up there.  Rome is a fascinating place.  There you feel that you are walking through the pages of an art history book.  Besides learning the language, you are going to have the opprtunity to learn about ancient and current culture, politics, economics and the culinary arts among other topics.  You may find that you miss the ease with which we accomplish things in the US.  The concept of time will also be interesting.  Let me know how you are enjoying yourself so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-2693164679896955810?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/2693164679896955810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=2693164679896955810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2693164679896955810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/2693164679896955810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/09/salve.html' title='Salve!'/><author><name>MsC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15138333608652125111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157672201043811654.post-9060938731986747475</id><published>2007-08-31T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:44:15.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao!</title><content type='html'>Ciao! My name is Candice and I am a college student in the DC metro area spending the semester in Rome! I have had no experience with the Italian language and have never been to Italy! You may be wondering why I chose Rome. Well, my fascination with Rome began as a Latin student.  For five years I read everything from the epic&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Aeneid&lt;/span&gt; to Livy's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urbe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Condita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Enchanted by its history, I continued to study the Eternal City through its art. Rome is truly the epicenter of my passions: art, history, and food!&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Italian is a language that I have always wanted to learn, but have never had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to study. I hope that my knowledge of Latin and French will make it easier for me to learn.  I can't say that I'm not nervous, but right now writing this blog I think of all the wonderful opportunites and am overwhelmed with excitement!  I can't wait to share my experiences with you and be able to say When in Rome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157672201043811654-9060938731986747475?l=candicealdente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/feeds/9060938731986747475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157672201043811654&amp;postID=9060938731986747475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/9060938731986747475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157672201043811654/posts/default/9060938731986747475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candicealdente.blogspot.com/2007/08/ciao.html' title='Ciao!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423345659907385200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi8Vhbm3dEQ/S95W9k2lyPI/AAAAAAAAFfo/QhIbUudkaKE/S220/Candice+spoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
