|You could spend all day looking|
at Giambologna's works; they are
interesting from every angle.
Art or food. Which was better? The art of course, but not by a whole lot. M__ and I saw David and the Prisoners at the Accademia Gallery, and I could spend hours just looking at the sculptures outside the Uffizi. And since we only had a vague plan, it was great fun to just wander around finding beautiful, magical things around almost every corner.
For the very first time I found a piece of moving Christian religious art. Most Christian art feels so...it's hard for me to explain...domesticated? lifeless? Like both the artist and the observers, rather than living life are in some sort of holding pattern--just waiting to die and go to heaven. I'm doing a bad job of explaining, and maybe I just don't get it because I'm a nonbeliever. But anyways...on a whim I wandered into the Bargello and found--in a room that used to house soon-to-be executed prisoners--the Crucifix Gallino, controversially attributed to Michelangelo. There is nothing domesticated or lifeless about this piece even though its subject is a dead guy on a cross. It's location, including Mary peering over his left shoulder, just adds to the sensation. Her eyes don't show up in my meager photo, but she's looking straight at you (there was no 'no photo' sign :).
Food. I admit, I was worried. Europe is not exactly a vegan/veggie paradise--too many rich white folks. Yellow or brown people tend to make foods much more suitable for nonlinear peasant vegans. So as is usual for my foreign travels, I was just a sloppy vegetarian.
There are a handful of vegetarian restaurants in both Florence and Lugano, and we checked out Il Vegetariano and Il Radicchio. They were OK, nothing as magical as Real Food Daily, but OK. You really do need to go to the American west coast for the pinnacle of health-concious veggie food. :)
One unusual thing: I was feeling like I was getting sick in Lugano, and we thought maybe I was just nervous about my talk. But on the final leg of the flight home my poor little eustachian tubes were too swollen to function properly, so every time the plane changed altitude I was in serious pain. Once or twice I actually screamed out loud. Scared the crap out of the people around me--I'm sure they thought there was some crazy terrorist activity. Yesterday my right eardrum ruptured (probably just a tiny hole; I can still hear and stuff), which means I'm no longer in pain because the built up fluid can drain out. But, ya know, yuck.
|Best thing I've eaten in a long time.|
Some people say I have all these strange food sensitivities because I wasn't breast fed as an infant, other people say I'm just a hypochondriac. I think I'm just another natural-born paleo-eque vegan. :-D.
Just in time to recover from my vino rosso week overseas, I'm doing the Whole Life Challenge, and training for Oktoberfest Obliteration. I'll be sure to write some meaningless drivel about that sometime soon too.