giovedì 22 maggio 2008

THE BOCCONI

Ciao, buona sera.

I've decided to fill you in on my school, since it is the REAL reason that I'm over here, although all this traveling and partying makes it seem as though I never study.  Well I do.  A lot actually.  I go to Bocconi University, which is a private business school located a little south of the heart of Milano.  The school, because it's private and prestigious, is extremely wealthy.  They are currently constructing a new building, which looks like the most gorgeous piece of architecture I've ever seen.  I'm jealous that it wasn't ready in time for my semester.  But the buildings that I do have class in are still very beautiful.  Ghetto on the outside (just like everything in Italy) but gorgeous on the inside.  Every room has white boards, projectors (overhead and the really fancy movie ones), beautiful modern desks (which could be the most uncomfortable things to ever exist-- thank god my classes are only an hour and a half), and the teacher's chair, which according to my professor runs @ about 1000 EUROS.  YIKES!  As much as Italians love Ikea, apparently my school is too rich to shop there.  Considering the professor walks around, writes on the board, and is never sitting in the chair, I find it a complete waste of money.  There are about 12-15 rooms on each floor, and 4 floors in this building.  That's only the N building, not including the Main Building or any of the smaller building used for the MBA programs.  That's soooo much money to waste on chairs for the professors!!  I'm also going to take a picture of the employee parking lot before I leave.  I've never seen more BMWs, Mercedes, and Porche's in one condensed area!!!  If you want to be rich, be a professor @ Bocconi.  Good god!
Anyway, going to Bocconi has been an incredible experience.  Whenever I tell someone that I'm studying at Bocconi, the look on their face is a combination of being purely impressed as well as thinking "damn this girl must be loaded".  Which I'm not, but I can thank UT for creating this exchange program so I only have to pay UT tuition.  FABULOUS.  I also get some people who treat me like a snot when they find out I attend Bocconi.  For example:  in Italian the word for in is "a" for cities, small places, schools, towns, etc.  The word for in is "in" for territories, states, important places, countries, etc.  So I would say "Abito a Milano." or "Abito in Italia".  So when I'm speaking to people about studying at Bocconi I say, "Studio a Bocconi."  And then they get this snotty little voice and go "Oooooooh studi IN Bocconi!!"  Apparently Bocconites (no idea if that's right) think they go to THE BEST SCHOOL ever.  But then again, I have the best professors from around the world, some of the best degree programs, as well as Bocconi has the best Masters program in Management in Europe.  PRETTY SWEET!!!  Also, I was reading my Mafia book on the subway today (I'm almost done!!!) and he mentions his friend who graduated from Bocconi.  The author (a journalist from Naples) then tells how Bocconi is the most prestigious business school in Italy.  I've also heard other Italians refer to Bocconi as the "Yale" of Italy.  Yes.  I go to school there.  It's pretty amazing!
Studying here is actually very interesting.  I'm in a couple of management classes where we compare the management systems businesses use around the world.  I'm extremely surprised we haven't started to work with Europe sooner.  They follow a lot of the same management and hierarchy structures that US corporations follow.  One thing I do love about Europe is that they treat healthcare and education as human rights that should be paid for by the government.  I wish the United States treated our health care and education this way.  Amsterdam, although they have 52% income tax, have health care and all high-school and university paid for by their corporations.  Hopefully one day I'll live in a country where the money I give to the government actually pays for my children's tuition.  

The coolest thing I'm doing right now is actually a comparative project in my management of human capital class.  I'm working with 2 Portuguese boys and 2 French girls and we're comparing the Bologna declaration to the United States higher education system.  For those of you who don't know what the Bologna process is (which I assume is all of you.. you ignorant Americans) it is Europe's movement towards comparable education systems.  46 countries are all participants... talk about coordination!!! The bologna declaration states that there are now 2 cycles, one for a bachelors and one for a masters.  The bachelors degree is a 3 year program and the masters is a 2 year program.  The bologna process also ensures that the quality given at the Universities is comparable.  Basically, this declaration has allowed students from all over Europe to easily study abroad as well as attend Universities not from their home nation and still graduate with the same requirements needed for their national workforce.  This movement is also allowing Americans and Japanese to more easily study in Europe and still fulfill their degree requirements (hence why I'm studying here in Milan).  Anyway, it's been an extremely interesting project and has taught me so much about the education system in Europe.  I think the EU and all their treaties and movements towards a democratic society is extremely interesting and truly a concept that gives me hope of world peace and cooperation one day.

Well enough about Bocconi.  I'm off to grab my salad and study a bit before my next class.  Ciao, buena sera, e ci parliamo pronto.

giovedì 15 maggio 2008

THE CINQUE TERRE HIKE



Ciao e buongiorno!  Let me tell you about the most gorgeous place on Earth-- the Cinque Terre-- the 5 cities on the north west coast of Italy.  Raveena and I took a 3 hour train ride bright and early and arrived in Monterosso (the 1st city).  The beach, which was completely lacking sand and covered by colorful rocks, was still covered with people soaking up the beautiful 25 degree weather.  We started out on the hard hike-- with some parts involving climbing up stairs for 15 minutes straight.  The stairmaster will never be the same!!  Surrounded by 50-60 year olds doing the same hike, I had to keep reminded myself that I'm 21 years old and I should stop being such a baby.  To summarize the hike, each small town was absolutely gorgeous and overlooked the sparkling Mediterranean.  People gather in the small piazzas to eat and drink in the hot sun.  The flowers on the trail were spectacular and we honestly couldn't' have had better weather.  The entire hike took us 4 hours and 45 minutes and of course we celebrated with some delicious, cold gelato!  The views, cities on top of the hills, and gorgeous scenery made it the best day trip yet and definitely one of my favorite places in the world.

lunedì 12 maggio 2008

Being Milanese



Ciao a tutti!   Buon giorno e come state??  Va bene.  Today is beautiful, about 19 degrees (yes I've switched to Centigrade since THE REST OF THE WORLD EXCEPT THE US uses it) and extremely sunny (well as sunny as you get in Milan-- thank you pollution).  I'm just sitting outside on my balcony, enjoying the beautiful weather and soaking in this beautiful Italian morning.

As I glance at the apartment building across the street, I can't help but notice that everyone has their windows cracked open, letting the cool morning air flow into their apartments.  You can't help but take a deep breath, relax, and acknowledge that life really couldn't be more perfect.

I only have 5 and a half weeks left here in Milano... I can't believe it's already May!  As jealous as I was of my friends whose programs have ended and have started to head back to the states, I can't help but brag about how lucky I am to be able to live in Europe for one more month and experience this amazing time of year.  All of the flowers and trees have blossomed here, the purple lilacs are magnificently colorful and so pungent that you can smell them from across the street.  Milanese have finally started to dress in bright colors and white- a nice contrast from the black hues they've been sporting all winter.  Large flower beds spill from every balcony.  Scooters and bicycles show up in droves along the packed streets.  It is finally spring in Milan and I'm loving every second of it.

Parco Sempione is my second home here.  It's very similar to Central Park in NY in that it's a large park in the middle of a huge city.  The grass is so green, the small ponds sparkle as the sun hits its surface, and there are millions of people walking and biking through it's paved pathways.  Hoards of people flock to lay on the grass and sunbathe.  As conservative as Italians dress, there is no modesty once at the park.  Women strip down to their bras and try to absorb every last ray.  Men pull up their shirt for any chance they can at some extra color.  Little children run around in itsy bitsy swimsuits, playing ball and enjoying being outdoors.  It's been a real treat to watch the Milanese on the weekends at the park.  They truly appreciate the park, the time they have with their families, and the unbelievable weather May has brought.  Just yesterday, I saw many families playing frisbee and paddle ball with each other, without another care in the world.  On any given day at the park, you'll see at least 10 different pick up soccer games.  Ohhhh CALCIO... I wish Americans loved you as much as Europeans do.

As I sit at the park, and absorb Milanese life, a paddle ball flies and lands on my towel.  "Qua!" I throw it back to the young boy.  From my throw he hits a mean backhand straight to his father.  "Bella!" I applaud the boy on his mad skills.  Walking home, I realize that this whole semester has truly been about culture- absorbing as much as I possibly can.  And after 4 months of desperately trying to fit in, I realize that it'll never happen for me.  I'll never be the Italian screaming "Vaffanculo!" waving my hands.  I'll never be the gorgeous 6 foot, skinny, bronzed woman dressed to the 9s.  I'll never be the businesswoman that takes 3 hour lunch breaks and doesn't feel bad about it.  If these last 4 months have taught me anything, it's that no matter whether I fit in or not, I am so appreciative of the differences in this world.  I am so privileged to have had the opportunity to soak up Italian culture this semester, to understand how important their culture is to them, and to watch their daily life unfold.  It's been a most fabulous experience and I am so glad I can spend the next month truly appreciating it.  And you know what?  Not fitting in is finally okay with me.  Antonio's friends say I look like the stereotypical American woman- bella.  That's all I needed to hear.

domenica 11 maggio 2008

SEVILLA!!!!!


Hola!  Como estas?!!  Last week I went to Sevilla, Spain to visit my girlfriends.  It was amazing!  First of all, all the palm trees and the 90 degree weather all week couldn't have been better.  Seeing my girlfriends was absolutely amazing.  And the cultural experience I got was fabulous.

First of all, I stayed in Devon's home stay with her "mother" Delores.  It was awesome to see how a Spanish family functions and sooo nice of her to let me stay with her.  The home cooking, besides eating lunch at 330 and dinner at 1030, was absolutely fabulous!  Spanish food is fried, bland, and loaded with salt.  They eat a lot of fish, tomatoes, potatoes, and fruit.  Which was a nice change from Italian food for a while, but after a week of it I was ready to come back to Italia!

One day we went to Huelva, which is on the Atlantic coast of Spain.  It was beautiful, full of Spaniards on holiday, and definitely the shelliest beach I've ever been to.  It was a super relaxing day (besides the ridiculous bus rides to get there) and I loved every minute of it.  I loved how all Spaniards are so confident in their body and have such positive body images.  Even overweight people were spilling out of their swimsuits, just enjoying the beach and enjoying the sun.  It's comforting to know that there are places in the world where you don't have to look like a 12 year old girl to wear a bikini.  I just ate it up.

I went to a bull fight, which was a great cultural experience.  We even saw a matador kill the bull with one sword hit!!!  OLAY!  It was definitely gruesome, bloody, and actually very boring.  6 bulls for 30 minutes each is rather repetitive... although the bulls did get bigger and more rowdy as the fight went on.  Regardless, I was so glad I was able to go see it.

I also got to go to a Flamenco show.  The musicians were awesome.  I know nothing about Flamenco... but it seemed like the music was almost improvised.  Whatever the musicians felt, they sang.  And the dancer... although it was short... was extremely powerful and crazy to watch.  Of any music I've watched, these musicians truly felt the music.  We also had this drink called Agua d' Sevilla, which was 6 different kinds of liquor plus champagne topped with whip cream!!   It was AMAZING!!!  GREAAAAT NIGHT.

Besides roaming around the city, eating way too much fried food, and seeing Christopher Columbus's tomb, it was a very relaxing and beautiful vacation.  I LOVED BEING WITH MY GIRLS and I seriously fell in love with Spain. 

Gracia Sevilla y a luego!!!

Passover in the US


Sorry it's been a while.  I've been INCREDIBLY busy.  I feel like I shouldn't even be writing about this, because this blog is supposed to be about my European adventures, but none the less I'll fill you in.  I went home (yes back to the states) for Passover.  It was AMAZING!  Seeing my family and flying down to Austin to see Daniel and my friends was fabulous.  Here's a quick summary:

Things I liked:
Driving my car
The Food (Panera especially)
Seeing my family
Surrounding myself with 10 pillows on my bed
Segway Tour with Daniel
Americanized Sushi
PF Chang's GREAT WALL
Drying my clothes in a DRYER

Things I disliked:
American Ignorance
My ADD caused by hearing too much English
Sobbing on the plane watching chick flicks
The Texas Heat
The Public Transportation System in Austin