Saturday, May 22, 2010

Flying Lessons


Alnwick Castle, where the Harry Potter's flying lessons were filmed.
Many more photos to come....

Friday, May 21, 2010

All Great Things Must Come To An End -In Two Weeks

I never in my wildest dreams, would have thought that things would go the way they did. I think that is what is so great about studying abroad.

I'm going to miss Newcastle.
I'm going to miss being so close to these amazing places.
I'm going to miss being able to wake up and just decide "I think I want to go to the castle today."
I will miss feeling out of my element. I will even miss all the bloody coins.
I will miss hearing "cheers" and "uni." I will miss the view from our flat.
I will miss this space and all of the people I've met.
I will miss the excitement of being in a new place.
I think it's the little things I will miss the most.

Although I will miss Newcastle, I've missed home like it's nobody's business.
I can't wait for the Ramsey-ass reunion, it will be a good one.
It will be amazing to hug my family because it's the one thing Skype won't let me do.
I can't wait to sleep in my own bed and to have my dogs to snuggle with.
I can't wait to clean out my life. Travelling has made me realize I can live on very little.
After returning, I plan on eating so much. The most important being Mom's food. Then comes Chipotle -and really any Mexican food I can get a hold of. I'm already planning numerous trips to Dirty Franks with the friends, and the G&R with the fam. New Riegel will be even more delicious than it already is. I plan on buying cases of purple Gatorade.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Pacentro: Video


D and I in the newer part of Pacentro.

Roma: Video


Sistine Chapel Ceiling. I wouldn't suggest getting caught trying to video tape in there.

Trevi Fountain

Spanish Steps

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Another Spring Break Orphan. I Call It Milan.




Milan is the fashion city of the world. And for good reason.

We were out on a cold, rainy night at midnight, scurrying to get gelato. I love Italy.
This the gelato parlor we were running towards, called Bianco Latte. Check them out on Google. They have an amazing branding team.



This was an incredibly genius idea for and eBay campaign. The metro station, where you wait for the train, was covered in stick-on print-outs of actual ebay auctions. From floor to ceiling, they covered the entire waiting area. In the crowded stops, EVERYONE was reading them. If you saw something you liked, you get on ebay (via Blackberry or internet) and bid on it. Not only did this help traffic to the site, but people saw things that were similar to things they wanted, got on eBay, and search for it. This is one of the best guerilla (non-traditional) ad campaigns I've seen. Passers-by were forced to get up close and personal to these ads, and it is an interactive experience. Bravo.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Eggs For Dinner: Only For Poor People And Those Who Really Like Eggs

Unfortunately, I fall under the first category.

I normally have a reasonable amount of money in the bank just in case a "rainy day" comes. Well it looks like Italy was my rainy, yet very sunny and beautiful, day.

My budgeting was totally messed up with things I didn't expect, or rather, things I didn't expect to be so expensive. Flights, trains, hostels...all about double what I was expecting.

Through all of this though, I've learned a lesson. And that is: "Watch your money, or you might end up having to eat eggs." Can you tell I don't like eggs? But at 1.39 a dozen, it's my cheapest source of protein.

All this being said, instead of being down about not being able to eat fancy food or travel right now, I'm going to take this as an adventure.

P.S. If anyone needs any copywriting or design work done, I'm cheap. And I'd rather not eat eggs anymore.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Suprise!

It's not as exciting as you had hoped...or is it? I never seem to post videos (partly because they take so long to upload) so I'm taking my newly discovered down time, and finally getting some of them up! This is Venice. Please ignore my dreadful voice. I promise that's not what it sounds like.