Thursday, July 11, 2013

Tutto Risale al Culo!!

Lesson learned this week: many Italian hand gestures derive from metaphors of the backside. Tutto risale al culo! (Everything goes back to the a$*)

Last night was our dynamo theatre leader's birthday. Since drinking while camp is running is heavily discouraged, many of us counselors went out for celebratory gelato. During this educational and fun evening, there was a rich cultural exchange of rude, crude, and useful hand gestures. I'm proud to say I could now have a lengthy, meaningful Italian conversation with only my hands. And many of my new Italian friends will be able to communicate the crude necessities of American life. All in all, it was a highly entertaining evening! And true to "tutto risale al culo"...we hijacked a toilet on the way home.

This will supposedly become a theatre prop...

We, of course, continue to do more meaningful things than gesticulate wildly and steal toilets. We teach young, impressionable children! I'm happy to say that we now have a cast of 19 teenagers...and 3 days to produce a mini version of Macbeth. The production will be set in New York and will be complete with gypsy/belly dancer/witches, a fashionista Lady Macbeth, and rival gangs. (P.S. the kids created this concept on their own!) There will be sword fighting, dancing, singing, comedy, and dramatic death scenes (probably also comic). I'm very excited...and a wee bit trepidatious about it all coming together. But I know it will be fun!!

In our free time, we continue to explore the Italian mountains and countryside. A couple days ago, we hiked a few miles up the mountain to the sweet, idealistic mountain town of Gavinana.



Gavinana was once a medieval fortress! This statue is a knight who led the town against the Florentine Republic army. The town center consists of this statue, the 15th century church, an ancient palace-turned-museum, a pharmacy, a bar, and a fountain (with water for general purpose usage).  The little town itself was a hotbed of classic Italian life. There were roosters.


There were kitties.


There were undergarments hanging on every clothesline. (I don't want my undergarments posted online, so I did not take pictures of any of theirs!)

And, as always, there were sensational mountain views everywhere we looked. Speaking of great views, I leave you with some beautiful ones of the dynamo campus:

A panorama of our villa and surrounding landscape

Mossy staircase

A peek of the villa through the trees

In Italy, even the purposefully planted flowers end up wild

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