Last weekend I went to Ravenna (a city on the east coast) to watch a fencing tournament. I tried to pick up on the minute details that made one competitor better than the other; making very controlled, straight jabs as far extended from your body, etc. At this age (~12 years old) height makes a very big impact. The #1 in the country last year was a good foot shorter than all the other competitors, and ended up taking 21st place, though he lived up to his nickname "the painter" with his artful strokes. Ricchi, the fencer I was cheering for, did extremely well, as one point beating the #2 ranked in all of Italy!! Ricchi is very tall, but he doesn't take his height for granted, and still puts a lot of effort and skill into each match. In fact, his skill impressed me very much! It was fun to watch.
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There were competitors from all over the country. |
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See how well-dressed all the judges are in their suits? |
We also visited a couple mausoleums in Ravenna, which were quite stunning. Forgive me, but I cannot remember each of their names.
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Only the four chosen testaments in the cabinet on the left survived this historical book burning. |
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Glass mosaic. Stunning! and Shiny! |
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The Christmas spirit has arrived! |
Then on Monday my Italian school here organized a lunch in which everyone brought a dish representing their country. I made a pumpkin pie and put a crust turkey on top, which I actually thought looked pretty good. And you'll have to take my word for it because I forgot to take a picture.
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Italy: Sandwich tower; each layer held a different type of sandwich. |
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My favorite sandwich from the tower: Salmon and cream cheese. mmmm, and the bread was soft and sweet |
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Polland: Sweet cakes filled with apples and raisins. |
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Our Reggio Lingua family :) |
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Cin Cin! Salute! Italian prosecco. |
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Ukraine: sausage filled pastries. |
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Russia: salad of sausage, pickles, egg, mayonnaise and celery. |
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Italy: a savory tort filled with onions and potatoes. |
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Italy: Succo d'uva. It is a natural sweet paste made out of grapes. The texture reminds me of congealed blood, which surprisingly doesn't do it for me. |
Needless to say, we all left satisfied. And with leftovers!!
Way to end on the blood note, gross!!!!!
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