Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Knowing the Locals: Viterbo, Italy: Part II

A quiet siesta. 

Brohood knows no age limit in Europe. 

They just talk and watch the street. 

When it rained, they played cards.

Waited twenty years to get into the Uffizi. Worth it. 

A continuation of the post below. Enjoy.

Knowing the Locals: Viterbo, Italy: Part I

Laura, my art history teacher, on the train to Rome. 
My roommate, Deb and I made friends at the local watering hole. 

The older Italian men just sit. And watch. All day.

More Viterbese. And Deb. 
Lake Bolsena, Capodimonte

So, this July, I spent a month in Viterbo, in the Lazio region of Italy taking Journalistic Drawing and an art history course focused on the Etruscans and Romans through Montserrat College of Art. It was a great experience that I definitely recommend to anyone who has the time and ability to. Go! The food is great and so are the people. And I got to go exploring in a few tombs. Okay, cliche travel rant aside, best food I've ever had in my life. In Italy, I was interested in capturing the locals more than anything. To me, they are what made Viterbo so... ~*Italian*~. To the Italians, people watching is an art form. I agree. They also don't wear shorts.