The Big Party

The jet lag was starting to catch up to me.  My friends had to go to the nearby town San Giovanni Rotondo for an appointment, and they figured we can all hangout there for the time being.  Problem was it was at 9am, and we had to get up around 7:30am to start getting ready.  Mamma Mia!  I don't know how I managed to get up, especially since I had my 10 bottle wine tasting dinner the night before.  We got back pretty late and now we're up and at em.  The drive wasn't so bad, but I'm assuming it was because the countryside was so pretty to me.  We were running seriously late, and as a result, had to wait for the next available time.  In the meantime, our little group headed to the Padre Pio church, and decided to checkout the older one first.  There were a lot of tourists in this area, all to see the Saint Padre Pio.  The cathedral was also a museum as well.  We spent some time there learning about his up bringing and admiring the hundreds of mail that were thrown in his vault.  We made our way to the newly built church, and what a site that was!  Beautiful gold paint were on the ceilings as if it were 14k gold.  Vibrant mosaics from the floor to the ceilings.  We joined in the slowly moving line to view his mummified body.  They mummified him back on the 1970s by the request of John Paul II once they made him a saint. Afterwards, we were hungry since we got up so early and figured it was time for lunch.  We made our way to San Marco in Lamis to their local bakery where we bought some pizza to munch on, and some pasteries for tomorrow's breakfast.  We were pretty high up on the mountain and noticed the dramatic temperature drop.  I threw on a jean jacket and we played around taking pictures of the view.  On our way back home I couldn't help myself and dozed off in the car.  I was crashing pretty bad.  We relaxed the rest of the day and kept the activity light since we knew we had a big night ahead of us.  It was the last weekend before the summer concerts series were officially done.  They were held in the town's winery.  I straightened my hair and slipped into a long black maxi dress and ankle ties wedges.  I opted not to bring heels to my trip because I heard about the cobblestone pavements here in Italy.  And if that's not complicated to walk on, it's either gravel or broken sidewalks.  I really don't know how Italians do it!  I didn't want to take a chance and ruin my heels so wedges was the way to go.

We made our way to the big party.  It was a great turn out, as it usually is since this summer concert series brings people from other nearby towns.  Italians love live music, and tonight's performance was a band that played rock/pop music. Me and my friend walked around and worked the room.  People were fascinated by the fact that I was from Chicago.  Not a lot of tourists make there way down here.  I could see by the look on their faces a sense of pride that I made it to their city.  Italians are very proud of their country, and regions.  And rightfully so!  Every town/city I had the opportunity to visit had their own distinct characteristic and beauty.  I enjoyed the company of new friends that evening.  Afterwards, a couple of people were heading to a nearby nightclub.  I got excited and my friends figured we should check it out for a bit.  I truly appreciate them doing this for me, mostly because we all had a long day that day.  Off we went to the Vida Loca nightclub!  There was a pretty good crowd at that time.  You figure it was after the winery party and that was over around 1:30am.  It's safe to assume the nightlife gets going pretty late here in Italy.  House music was pounding the speakers and me and my friend danced happily with each other.  I missed her very much and was happy to see her having a good time.  

When in Rome Part 2

The next day we had a big breakfast and checked out of our hotel.  Italians normally eat pastries such as biscotti, a slice of pie or a mini pound cake filled with filling for breakfast instead of an American traditional such as eggs and bacon.  I decided to take advantage of our complimentary breakfast because I knew we were going to have a long day. 
We walked over to the Vatican Museums and waited in line for over an hour.  Mind you, this was barely 9:30am so I can't imagine how long the wait would have been if we had arrived later.  Waiting patiently, I heard so many different languages from all over.  This is one of the most visited sites in the world, so I was aware of what a privilege it was for me to finally walk in.  We did not get a tour guide because we were pressed for time.  It was such a shame to enter the corridors and not understand the beauty that was surrounding me.  I was looking for the Sistine Chapel in particular, but I will advise you to plan more accordingly to enjoy the Vatican.  I was so rushed trying to make my way through that I did feel guilty walking out of such a historic museum.
 I managed to catch some breath taking shots throughout my journey to the Chapel.  You couldn't help yourself!  Rooms were sometimes filled with frescos from the ceiling down to the walls.  I was taken aback by the floor length area rugs hanging from above.  After viewing so many rooms and being constantly teased by the "Sistine Chapel this way" signs I felt like we were never going to get there.  And then BOOM!  It took me off guard!  There I was, standing in this gigantic room with other wanderers, looking at the ceiling.  I was there!  My bucket list staring right back at me in all of its glory.
It was pretty surreal being in the last corridor of the Vatican museum.  I've waited years to be in this moment.  I never realized what a profound effect it had on me until I look back, mostly because moments like these are hard to come by.  In total, with me and my friend rushing from room to room, we spent 2 hours trying to get to the Chapel.  That's how many rooms you walk through.  How many stairs we climbed and hallways we passed.  Don't underestimate the size of this museum.  You would need at least 8 hours to get a good glimpse of what this place has to offer.  It will leave you drained.  
Once we left I took a look at the line for St. Peter's Basilica and was  saddened I couldn't make it inside.  We had to drive 3 and a half hours back to my friend's hometown, not to mention we had plans for dinner with friends.  I took a couple of pictures outside but felt hopeful I will make my way back here again.  There's just so much to see in Rome!  We dined for lunch and found our way out.  Rome has some tricky roads to drive through that we got lost trying to get out of there.  After the long drive home we freshened up and made our way to dinner where I was welcomed to a 10 bottle wine tasting!  Mama mia!  The jet leg was catching up to me, but I managed not to fall asleep at the table.  We were dining in the best restaurant in town, and I felt like a queen.  Not bad for Day 2...

 

When In Rome...

One of the most anticipated part of this journey was the flight.  First of all, I HATE flying as it is, so getting on an airplane for an 8 hour flight was something I was NOT looking forward to.  The most I've been on a plane was 4 hours.  8 sounded deadly to me.  Since most flights to Europe are in the early evening, I figured I'll try my best to sleep the whole way there.  I did my best to have a margarita (or two) at the airport but I have to confess, I think I got a little drunk on the plane.  lol.  The food was a nice treat and it settled fine in my nervous tummy.  I knocked out and had my mini nano play out some podcasts that helped me figure out how much longer we would be til we landed.  I absolutely HATED the fact I could see people in front of me watch the GPS on their screens instead of a movie.  Why would anyone want to see that on an 8 hour flight??  Besides some turbulence that lasted 30 minutes, my flight was fine and I landed in Zurich for my quick layover.  Unfortunately, I still had to hop back on a plane but from Zurich to Rome it was an hour long flight.  At this time people were wide awake but I still managed to nap it off.  I was exhausted from being so nervous.  I couldn't believe my eyes when we landed.  I'M FINALLY HERE!!!
I met my friend excitedly and off we went to the heart of Rome.  The airport was about 30 minutes away from the central part so I'm glad I did not take a cab or else it would have cost me a pretty penny.  I exchanged my money at the airport before take off, so I'm glad that was something I did not have to do as well.  Me and my girlfriend caught up on what's been going on and she was a perfect tour guide.  We checked in the hotel and showered up.  I wanted to be out of there quickly so we can see some sites since we were only going to be in Rome for a day and a half.  It was already 5pm when we stepped back out but I felt refreshed.  I took the advice of my uncle which was to sleep when they sleep and fit the jet lag.  I have to get use to the change in hours even though it will hit me like a ton of bricks.  At this point I was running on pure adrenaline.
First up the Palazzo del Quirinale, where the President of the Italian Republic resides.  I was blown away how massive this palace is!  Words cannot do justice.  And unfortunately me posing in front will not show you everything.
Me and my friend walked around some more and found the infamous Colosseum!  It's currently under construction but it did not take away the beauty of it's architecture.  Of course, only when I'm there did it happen to turn 6pm and close to the public.  I really wanted to walk inside, but I did get a glance of the circular seating.  The Roman Ruins are right next door and although it was getting later, we opted not to take the tour inside but took pictures over looking the area.
Speaking of walking, we did a lot of it.  I workout on a regular basis, but to those that do not, I offer this free advice; wear your most comfortable sandals/ shoes because it's easier to get around on foot since everything in the central area is nearby.  Rome has many hills and you will be hiking upright a couple of times.  My gladiator sandals offer very little support.  They are the flatest pair I own, but flat does not equal comfort in this case.
Since it was dinner time (my time) we jumped back into our car and drove around to find something to eat.  My friend has lived in Italy for 2 years now, so she could distinguish which restaurants the locals ate, and which ones were catered to tourists.  We found a popular area where people were gathered around and found a restaurant that offered an all-you-can-eat-buffet.  We ate, drank a bottle of wine, and people watched the rest of the evening til we decided to head back to the hotel to turn in.  Tomorrow was check out time, and we wanted to get up early to get in line for the Vatican Museums.  Day One accomplished!

Made it in front of the Palazzo del Quirinale.  Sometimes you have to wait your turn for a pic.

High end security around, but the detailing of sculptures above are gorgeous.

The Colosseum under construction...

Hundreds of people everywhere but we managed to take a pic together.

The Roman Ruins next door. 

My Birthday Gift To Myself...

This year I promised myself I was going to go to Italy.  It was something I planned to do a while back, mostly because I kept holding it off for so long.  The embarrassing thing is, I've never traveled much.  Considering I'm single without any children, I should have had a full stamped passport by now, but I didn't.  Life kept getting in the way.  Bills kept coming and going.  My priorities shifted every so often.  Of course those are excuses, but the fear of my finances kept me at home.  My life has changed a lot the past 2 years, and it made me realize I am on my own for now.  Actually, I've been on my own since I moved out of my mom's house back when I was 20 years old.  Things were not so good between us at the time, and I figured it was time for me to get out under her roof if I wanted to live my life.  But then like I mentioned, Life happened, and things didn't turn out the way I thought it would.  I had to learn to budget and cut back and eat very little and have to live without electricity until I pay the bill and not have insurance on my car and get into a car accident and deal with lawyers and move in and out with my boyfriends and then become single for the first time in 7 years.  A lot can happen when you decide to grow up sooner than most, but those were the hardships.  The good times consisted of flying out to New York and South Beach with my best friend, heading to Vegas for Memorial Weekend or a birthday or bachelorette party, attending music festivals such as Lollapalooza and concerts at Soldier Field.  And let's not forget the shopping.  Having worked in retail for over 10 years can contribute to an overwhelming closet.  Those were my good times which consisted in living for the moment but not thinking about tomorrow.
Well "tomorrow" is coming sooner than you think.  This year alone I attended 3 funerals and there will be many more to happen in the near future.  Most of my friends' parents are passing and it really puts things in perspective on how you want to live the rest of your life.  I did not expect to be single for what it's worth but for the most part being on my own again made me really look at myself and what I am missing.  Dedicating myself to someone can sometimes mean sacrificing opportunities, but now that I have no one to claim, I decided to do something for me for once.  I ran out of excuses.
I needed this trip for many reasons, but I also needed to see what is out there besides Chicago, or Vegas, or The States in general.  The furthest "north" I've ever been to was Toronto (which I LOVED by the way) and the furthest "south" was Guatemala where my family is from.  It was time to fly out to the European nations and see what's going on over there.  Needless to say, I was blown away and am grateful I had the chance to see something new for myself in my own eyes.  I can't wait to share with you my experience in Italy!

     

Seasons Change...

Now that we're approaching Fall, the weather has been all over the place.  Temperatures have dropped in the low 50s but the forecast is calling for high 70s by this weekend!  It's hard to figure out what to pull out of your closet when one day it's a sweater and boots and the next day it's back to sandals.  Right before I headed out to Italy, I went to a house warming party where I had trouble on figuring out what to wear.  For the most part, black jeans is usually a Fall staple, and I successfully avoided pulling mine out this whole summer.  But my favorite blue skinnies have a hole in them, and I'm without a pair until I find some new ones.  You know Fall has officially arrived when retail stores promote their new denim for back-to-school.  I can't wait to see the new styles that are out!

Regardless, I pulled out my black skinnies and from then on my whole outfit consisted of dark colors.  Black denim is the easiest way to dress up an outfit, sometimes a little too much.  I felt very rocker chic.  But as you can tell, the in-between seasons had everyone dressed differently at the party.  I bought my Tart silk button down off Rue La La and since it's sheer, I was pretty comfortable pairing it up with my sandals.  One thing about house parties, it can get pretty warm in there!  We hopped around afterwards, and since it cooled down in the evening, I wasn't cold at all.  I'm glad I didn't wear shorts because I knew it would have been too nippy for me.  I HATE BEING COLD!!!  People ususally complain when it's too hot and I completely understand, especially when it involves getting sweaty and sticky.  But having goose bumps is one of my major pet peeves.  THAT'S when I'm uncomfortable.  That's when I'm miserable.  That's when I'm unhappy. 

Birthday Season has arrived!!

It's that time of year for me when most of my friends' birthdays fall back to back til the end of December.  For the most part over the years I always thought it was pretty funny that people didn't combined birthday celebrations together.  But I came to the conclusion that everyone wants one day to themselves to celebrate being awesome!  lol.  One of the last birthday parties I attended before I headed out to Italy was a bbq.  And who doesn't love a good bbq?  It was still pretty hot outside, so I wore my dressy black shorts with a charteuse sleeveless button down.  I have olive skin and finding colors to match my complexion can be a hassle.  Although I cannot wear yellow (it makes me look sick for some reason), charteuse plays up well against me.  I think it's because it has hints of green.  My golden rule for colors is if you look at yourself in the mirror and question whether or not a color is for you, then most likely it's not.  An outfit should come together, but sometimes we start raising questions wondering if something looks "off".  If you do that, then your initial hunch is telling you it's not.  We had a blast at the bbq.  And now that we're in Virgo going into Libra season, I need to pull some outfits together since everyone has a different idea on how to celebrate their birthday.  Coming back from Italy has me in a tight budget for now, so I need to look in my closet and see what I got.  The good old days when shopping every weekend was a must have dwindled down to this.  It sucks to be responsible but somebody's got to do it!  

My signature flamingo pose.

 

FESTIVAL FEVER!!!

I just came back from beautiful Italy!!!  It was a last minute trip but I'm so happy I got a chance to go out there.  I have never flown overseas, so I was super nervous.  I visited 16 towns in less than 10 days!  Unbelievable!  It's funny because I was on vacation yet I never truly relaxed.  I was on cloud 9 and couldn't wait to see the next new town.  But now that I'm back home, the rituals of my daily activities took over, and  it's cold here in Chicago. 

Now that my life has returned back to normal, people are gearing up to go to the Riot Fest this weekend.  I'm jelly!  I LOVE music festivals, and it made me think about the last one I attended earlier in August, which was Lollapalooza.  First of all, I always think it's funny how fashion editorials have picked up on the music festival scene.  Especially when they focus on unrealistic fashion spreads!  lol.  Trust me, I would love to wear a white cotton top with my lace up sandals and expensive fringe bag but being out in the crowd of sweaty drunken music goers, that's not going to happen.  I like to take care of my clothes, and dancing in a field of dirt makes you compromise your wardrobe.  Lollapalooza has a reputation of always getting rained on, so eventually the dirt turns into mud.  Now you have mud on your white cotton top and lace up sandals, and believe me mud is hard to wash out.  I try to be realistic when it comes to wearing clothes for an outdoor festival because the weather is ALWAYS a factor.  For this year's Lollapalooza, I opted for graphic tees and denim cutoffs with my converse high tops.  I like to keep my toes covered in an environment that has a mosh pit break out every so often.  I NEVER wear cute little sundresses aka boho chic because it's not called for.  You want to break out and get loose and trust me, looking too pretty won't help you here.  If you do happen to shell out thousands of dollars for a cabana, then maybe you could look the part since you probably won't be in the crowd like the rest of us, but that's the fun part of music festivals is the interaction with one another.  Regardless, for the people who are heading out to Riot Fest, good luck with the cold and dress accordingly since the evenings has dropped to the 40s.  As for me, I'll cherish the memories until next summer...      

Day 1

Day 2

Brought out the kids for Day 3

A field covered in mud...