Loyola University New Orleans Summer 2011 Italy Study Abroad

Because sometimes, you're not sure about your life or your choices, so you up and take a month-long trip to Italy. Your Roman history is rusty. Your Catholic history is rusty. Your Italian is nearly non-existant. This trip is half-academic, half-pilgrimage, and nothing's certain. But sometimes, you jump off a cliff and hope you land on something soft. Or at least see something pretty on the way down.
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Friday, July 29, 2011

The June 18 Post





Here's some pictures from the Villa of Mysteries!

Also, here's some other things that I learned in Pompeii that I forgot to put in here.

So for each family's house, there was a lararium, right? That's where all the household gods were kept. Well, there were also paintings of the household deities, or their ancestors. There were frescos on the house walls showing the big main ancestor of the family surrounded by other important ancestors or household gods. Often, this featured a snake to protect the house and ward off the evil eye.

I'm posting later than usual because after everything that happened (and a bunch of syllabus changes), my teachers decided that it would be good to make work due after the bulk of the trip. I loved that idea, because work had been on my mind along with the stress of just...trying not to be noticed.

That sounds kind of weird. Most people know me as one of those bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, sparkly/bubbly people, and I like that when I'm around people I know. And I like to know most people. But in a situation like today, when I was going to be out in Italy by myself (because I hadn't done that yet), I like to see how invisible I can make myself. It makes me feel safe. Also, it makes it easier to pretend you're a secret agent.

I'm getting off-track, though.

I listed a bunch of sites in my phone (under my notes) and typed in directions I got from my room. I began at the Capitoline Museum and actually went there with Carlyn and Kathryn (among others) and got lost taking pictures. :P

So what did I see in the Capitoline Museum? I think the correct question is WHAT DIDN'T I SEE?

I saw so many things. I'll try to limit to the big ones. I was getting kind of loopy at this point, so I took a lot of statue pictures.







I learn a lot at these sites--not only from the site itself but also from the people around me. SO MANY EDUCATED PEOPLE IN THE WORLD! And they all know the most random things. And I only heard and understood the people in English. Imagine if I understood all the other ones too.

There's a movement (that I guess isn't too surprising) I saw among the ancient sculptures and paintings to portray people as gods and goddesses. Lots of the titles were like "Queen Suchandsuch as Juno" or other titles. The Greeks often had themselves portrayed as intellectuals like the philosophers. The Romans often had themselves portrayed as emperors or the families of emperors (this I learned courtesy of Guy Who Spoke English next to me who was explaining the room to his wife). I saw other imageo and read about how that translated into portraits.

And, this is a weird connection, but I was reading the books for class and there's this whole thing in there about portraits and how they (like imageo) were a really big deal because of their relation to what they represented or portrayed. That whole thing about Christians and idols was true. They did come from a pagan culture where idols were very common, so some of them went to extreme means to reject idols of all kinds. Art had a very, very close relationship to what it portrayed, and I think the strength of that was frightening to people. They had to figure that whole thing out.

There's an old gag that I pulled when I used to work at the Renaissance festival. I wore a very nice dress, and a lot of people wanted pictures with me. However, one of the ways I screened the crowd from the cute kids who wanted pictures with the princess and the creepy guys who just wanted to cop a feel (though, to be fair, that was hard because I wore a lot of petticoats) was that if I was uncomfortable, I would simply flee and yell (in character, of course) about how the camera was a soul-stealer and the work of demons. Because that would have been a common belief back then.

And it is a common belief! And it still holds true in parts of the Mediterranean area and other parts of the world. Which is why we needed to be careful if we took pictures of people and ask first. So that relationship is still there, between the art (the portrayal) and the subject.

After that, I had lost the rest of my group, so I just started walking. I ended up at the Spanish Steps and was very excited, because that was one of the few stops that I saw in Rome the last time I was there and didn't actually get to experience. I climbed, and at the topI found Chiesa de la Trinita die Monti, or Trinity of Mounts. It was a lovely church, and I got in courtesy of the shawl I always kept in my purse. :) It featured the Borghese Chapel.

I also found another street monument, an insula just out there on the street. I couldn't get inside but it had a nice freso of Mary on it (I can't find the picture for the life of me, though, so please forgive).

After that, I walked to the Etruskan Museum, which was north of the Flaminio stop on the underground. That was kind of scary because walking there took me on some streets that were (a) off the map that I'd created of Rome inside my head and (2) deserted. I almost turned around and went back, but I was determined to have my day of adventure.

Honestly, I was also trying to prove to myself that I wasn't afraid and that I could totally walk around Rome by myself and be fine. I needed to get back on the horse, so to speak, after Napoli.

I took a bunch of notes at the museum and even saw a terra cotta sarcophagus! (Said sarcophagus had a blurb about it that contained the phrase "large sarcophagus which housed a diceased," causing the lady next to me to snicker and say well, wasn't that obvious?) Sadly, the museum wouldn't let me take too many pictures, but I had some fun in the garden outside and saw lots of things before I went inside. It was hard for me to find the entrance, and I think everyone who worked there thought I was stupid. But really, it was a big white building with a lot of doors. I kept wandering into maintenance hallways.

According to the museum, the genre of the deceased could be detected by grade goods. The period from 630-580 BCE was known as the Orientalizing Period and featured the black figure technique (kind of those black figures and symbols and decorations you find on those orange terra-cotta jars?)

Ariadne, like the Endymion/Jonah, can be detected in the telltale sleeping position. According to this museum, so could Dionysus. Which makes sense because he liked to lounge and party. :P

I saw pieces found in a Villanovan cemetery. Hercules was one of the most popular figures for art. Hermes, the messenger god, was linked to Iris, a female messenger god. That was a connection I hadn't thought of before, even though I knew they were both messenger gods.

Towards the end of the first hall exhibit was a special sarcophagi with two people on top of it--a man and a woman. This was Sarcophago degli Sposi, ionic. The ends included men and women. I suppose that the spouses wanted to be together, even in death.

Learning about Etruskan gods was interesting. Their underworld gods were Apollo and Suri, Cavatha and Persephone. I don't know how Apollo ended up being the Greek god of light. They also had a nice blurb on the Etruscan alphabet, which was determined to be pre/proto-Indo-European (though Indo-European, as I learned in my Latin class in high school, is kind of considered one of those huge and encompassing Mother of All Languages). They made an important distinction--it was not ike the Greek alphabet.

The Etruskans were a war-loving people, and many of the main gods for the Romans were gods that had a connection to war, such as Jupiter, Mars, and Minerva. Cel was their mother goddess and goddess of fertility and the Underworld.

Further in, they LITERALLY had an exhibit on the history of vases, which I thought was pretty awesome. They carried water and practical things way before they were simple decorations or flower-holders in modern homes. They also had a hall of great jewelry. And down in the crypt of the museum (of course :P) there was a grave--rather spooky because no one else was there. Also, I found out more about the tufo and nenfro dirt--easy to dig through until it hits the air and hardens. They used this for the catacombs and other things.

Also (this is kind of funny), while I was in there, kind of spooked by all the silence, someone's cell phone went off and it was that I'M NEVER GONNA DANCE AGAIN song. It made me giggle.

Coming back for class was a lot easier than going out. I was walking toward a lot of people this time, and I felt so much safer. It's ridiculous, the kinds of personal security cues you pick up along the way. I decided not to take the underground and to just walk from Piazza del Populo back to campus. I'm so glad I did. Because this happened:



So you know that this had to happen.





I got back to campus and stopped to soak my feet in the campus fountain (shh) because I'd been walking around in stylish flats all day, trying to blend in. I had time to snap a few pictures because I saw...well...here's the pictures.




I hung my clothes out my window in the morning, hoping they'd dry from their handwash the night before. Looking around the courtyard, I noticed that someone's clothes were strewn all over the place. Suddenly, I realized they were mine. First, I felt panic. Then, I felt relieved. I had realized this before anyone could take them! Then I realized that they were on the sides of the building and basically in places that I'd have to risk my neck to climb to get them. So I felt panic. And then, I felt an adrenaline rush. After all, I had just taken on ROME. BY MYSELF. Of course I could be adventurous one more time to get my clothes!

I put my shoes back on and began to climb, for one minute, balancing myself on a thin rain about two inches wide. I retrieved all the items, ran back upstairs, and ran back downstairs for class.

That was my adventurous day. And it was awesome.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Fail Day (that then turned into a win)




Yay for pride! Though you can barely see it. :P

Today got off to a slow start. I slept a full night for the first time in about a week, got up at 10, and prepared myself to tackle the list of places Sister TerTer had laid out for us. Antonia was going to come with me, along with Kirby, who's in town. But we, along with everybody else, forgot about siesta. Rome totally shuts down for like three hours every day. Also, it was Monday, so the Etruscan Museum, one of the sites on our list, was closed. So, with some quick reconfiguring (and our professors being very nice about the situation), class got pushed from 4pm to 6pm, and we got to go out and see San Clemente with the mithraeum underneath as well as Giovanni e Paolo (especially the domus under the church).




I only took a few pictures today of these sites because they didn't really allow pictures, but there was a spring running underneath San Clemente, so I took a video. :)



I took down a few notes while I was there. We saw frescos and sarcophagi, including a pagan sarcophagus that protrayed the story of Phaedra and Hippolytus. If you don't know that story, it's from Greek mythology, and they told you the story while you were at the site. Hippolytus was the son of Theseus (the founder-king of Athens), and his Roman counterpart is Virbius, a forest god. Hippolytus refused the advances of the married Phaedra, who killed herself in fury after his rejection but left a note making it look like he'd raped her. So, her husband got pissed (or in some cases, Theseus got pissed) and prayed to Poseidon to send a sea monster after Hippolytus. This happened, and the sea monsters got Hippolytus's horses and he was killed. After this, the truth was found out.

Sidenote: Sometimes Carlyn decides to take a flash photo right after a sign tells her not to, and right after she does, this voice comes over the loudspeaker and is like ITALIANITALIANITALIAN PLEASE NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY. Haha!

I also saw a fresco of Jesus (though it was extremely hard to make out). However, they found an inscription at the end that said "God have mercy on unworthy John," so they figure that some guy named John made the fresco. That kind of attitude is very much the attitude of ancient artists, I find. Caravaggio felt the same way. There's a pure aspect to it but also kind of a manipulative one. I'm not sure what I think.

I also found a Madonna and child painting from the 8th century. The man who discovered it, Joeseph Mullooly, O.P. (aka Order of Preachers aka DOMINICANS) found it, and the hole that he dug in the wall to get in was still in the wall on the left side of the painting. There was at first a very "precarious" Madonna and child that then fell out to reveal the present one, which was nearly perfectly preserved. Isn't that weird how things happen like that sometimes? The drawing is flanked on either side by paintings of what they think are St. Euphemia and St. Catherine of Alexandria. As all the figures in the paintings are decked in stones and pearls, they think that the paintings are either Byzantine-era or had a Byzantine makeover. I didn't know who St. Euphemia was or St. Catherine of Alexandria (though to be fair, there are a lot of Catherines), so I looked up some information on them:

St. Euphemia lived in the 3rd century and lived in a rich family in Byzantium (which later became Constantinople). From an early age, she was consecrated to remain a virgin. The governor of Chalcedon (around where she lived) said that everyone had to make regular sacrifices to Ares. Euphemia was found in a house with other Christians worshipping God, which was forbidden. She was taken with the others and suffered numerous tortures before she was killed, probably by a wild boar or lion. Because she was the youngest of the group, she received the harshest torture, including the wheel, which involved being tied cartwheel-style to a wheel and being beaten with a hammer that would break bones. One would be left in this state of pain for days. She is often pictured with a wheel for this reason. She can also be pictured with a cross and lions.

St. Catherine of Alexandria's symbol is also a wheel, as she too suffered this torture. She was born to a wealthy pagan family and said that she would only marry the best of men. This brought her attention to Christ, and she converted to Christianity in her early teens. She converted the Emperor's wife and several people brought to her to try and change her mind. She was eventually beheaded after lots of torture.

After San Clemente, we headed to Giovanni e Paolo, the house that at some point belonged to two Christian martyrs. I have a few pictures in here that I took before I was told to stop using my camera (but to be fair, there was no sign that I saw that said not to).







There's a peacock up there, which we all saw immediately, the sign of Juno. Mary's in the pictures too, so there's the parallel between Juno and Mary, who were both queens of heaven. There was a room of the worshipper, characterized by a person who looked like she was worshipping (it was an orante). We also saw some of the waterways that the domus used as well as a wine cellar (or at least that's what the discoverer Father Germano said when he saw it for the first time). There was also a grave that people found and they have no idea who was actually in there (though they have plenty of suggestions, haha).

I found an interesting scene on one of the walls that involved two men pouring drinks for a woman while baby cupids danced in the background. They weren't sure what it was. Suggestions included Proserpina and Hades; Bacchus and Ceres; or Bacchus and Venus Marina. The sea theme was very prominent.

Other things we saw in the frescos were a lot of geometric shapes like circles and triangles, goats, and ugly faces (demons?).

Sights from the city today!




We headed back for St. John's, super excited that we'd gotten to see everything. We had a little trouble at the Metro stop. One train came by our stop completely empty and didn't even stop, followed by three COMPLETELY FULL trains. We were worried we wouldn't get back on time, but finally, a train came with enough elbow room for all of us. We squeezed in and switched to the red line fine, though I had to get a little belligerent (and, well, Italian) with people in trying to get off.

I was proud of myself.

Today, in class, we furthered the theme of mockery in the Bible in order to discredit or delegitimize people. Three ways they do this to kings are portraying him as grossly obese, effeminate (or gay), or as terrified. We also learned that calling someone bald or referring to someone has having a hunchback was a huge offense in Rome. Then, we discussed kings Herod, Eglon, and Belshazzar and how these themes apply to them.

Belshazzar ends up being slain, by the way--right after Daniel tells him what the invisible hand writes on his wall for him. Like that night. Ouch.

After class, Carlyn, Lauren, Jacob, and I went out to dinner and ended up running into the Fab Squad (aka Sebass, TerTer, and Elizabeth). We had dinner together, where Carlyn had FRENCH FRIES (yeah, I know, right?).




Of course, I had to try one then.



It was pretty good!!!

After, we all got gelato, and there's this ridiculous rum chocolate gelato that tastes like someone put gelato into a tub and just poured a bottle of rum over it (seriously, let's face it--that probably happened). RIDICULOUS.

Flavors of Gelato Kylee Has Had So Far in Italy
- Peach
- Coconut
- Lemon
- Chocolate
- Cinnamon
- Almond
- Hazelnut
- Strawberry
- Yogurt

SO GOOD. I can't wait to have more. I had pizza tonight with anchovies and capers, so I'm still downing gallons of water. It was totally worth it, though.

Tomorrow, we head for Ostia Antica, which is a WHOLE CITY OF ANCIENT ROME. It was a harbor city, to be exact, for the Mediterranean, and it sat at the mouth of the Tiber River, about 30 km to the west of Rome. I've heard about it before in Latin class but never looked into it that much. I'm really looking forward to this. :)