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Scandinavian Summer 2024

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We didn’t take a big trip this summer, so I thought I would finally get around to reflecting on our trip to Scandinavia last summer. It’s amazing how long it can take to get around to things in the modern world we live in. It didn’t used to be this way, even just a few short years ago (at least for me).

I think my interest in Scandinavia started when I was in college when I saw a couple movies one night by a female Danish director – Susanne Bier. It was a double header at the cinema at DeBartolo Performing Arts Center at Notre DameIn a Better World and After the Wedding. I went by myself, and it was the most perfect movie night. I loved the movies, hearing the Danish language, and being transported to another place, that I then knew I wanted to visit. Around that same time, I saw the Swedish Dragon Tattoo trilogy over the course of a weekend, again by myself at the cinema at DeBartolo Performing Arts Center at Notre Dame, and again loved being transported through film, to Sweden this time, and I knew that I wanted to visit Sweden as well. The way that movies transport us and inspire us is what I love most about film.

Fast forward more than 10 years later, with a partner who shares an interest in Scandinavia, we took the trip. I’ll admit that as much as I love traveling and seeing new places, I don’t love planning trips. Thankfully my partner likes planning trips, and he loves adventure. We planned a two week trip to Denmark, Sweden, and Norway, with a long layover in Iceland, which allowed us to see Reykjavík for a day. It was our first big trip together, and our first time abroad together. We not only survived, but we loved every part of it.

Our first stop was Copenhagen in Denmark. Copenhagen felt clean and calm for a big city. The first thing we did was walk down Strøget, a pedestrian street full of shops. Taking in the Danish architecture was a great introduction to Copenhagen. Then we strolled around Nyhavn, which was less calm and was bustling with tourists and locals, at least so it seemed. The colorful architecture along the canal was vibrant and whimsical. Just across from Nyhavn, we loved Broens Street Food, a collection of food trucks where we got food and drinks, and people-watched the locals – lively and communal. Our first night in Copenhagen, we stumbled upon an Italian restaurant near Strøget, and it was one of our favorite meals on the whole trip. Especially fun because it was a completely unexpected, spontaneous find.

We went on a canal boat tour to enjoy the architecture from the water. Water is such a central part of life in Copenhagen with plenty of opportunities to swim in the canals, which my partner took advantage of at a couple different spots in the city. I am not a strong swimmer, so I watched from the concrete steps that act as a meeting place, and are perfect to enjoy a good book. Another central part of life in Copenhagen, getting around by bike, is something that I did take part in, although with a certain level of anxiety. So many bikes, such narrow bike lanes. It was fun to see the city by bike on the less crowded side streets, but it was challenging on the busy main streets. I may or may not have caused a small pile up in my hesitation and lack of experience on a bike in a big city, especially one where most people get around by bike. We enjoyed strolling through parks in Copenhagen, including the King’s Garden and Ørstedsparken. As far as museums go, we only went to one in Copenhagen – the Glyptotek, which has a beautiful salmon-colored facade and a courtyard garden in the center.

We got to see a friend who moved to Copenhagen for work. She took us to Tivoli Gardens, the amusement park in the middle of the city, and to the Meatpacking District for dinner one night, which is a hip newer area for restaurants and bars. We wandered through Freetown Christiania on our last night in Copenhagen. It was hard to tell if we were welcomed by the residents, or if we were intruding on their private lives. So we felt a bit conflicted about walking around their streets, but it was fun to see the street art and experience an overall different vibe from the rest of the city. I bought some authentic bright red Danish clogs, which are a favorite souvenir that I got on the trip. Of course, we tried a few varieties of smørrebrød while in Copenhagen, including pickled herring, one of the most traditional smørrebrøds. It wasn’t my favorite, but it paired very nicely with aquavit.

After a few days in Copenhagen, we took a train to Stockholm. We made the mistake of not getting our train tickets ahead of time, and the only seat options for the train at the time that we wanted were first class. But it was a nice treat. Pulling into Stockholm on the train was magical. The architecture, the domes, the spires, and the colors were all what I pictured Stockholm to be. Stockholm is bigger than Copenhagen, and it felt much more metropolitan with more global influence, while Copenhagen felt more purely Danish. Our hotel was across the street from a beautiful park that we enjoyed strolling through in the evenings to and from dinner. The first night we went to a traditional Swedish restaurant where I got Swedish meatballs. While good, the dish was heavier than I expected. We happened upon a Coriscan restaurant one night, Campoloro, which was such a delight. It was downstairs, tavernous, small, with wine bottles lining the walls. It was my first time having Corsican cuisine, and it was very flavorful. We learned that our waiter was a photographer and we bought a book of his photographs at the restaurant. A memorable souvenir with a story!

We went to the Fotografiska Museum, a fun contemporary museum set in an early 1900s building, which was an interesting juxtaposition. Gamla stan, Old Town, was very charming to meander through and admire the architecture on the narrow winding streets, but of course a bit touristy with souvenir boutiques. The best bars on the trip were in Stockholm – a speakeasy through a gorgeous art nouveau door, Lucy’s Flower Shop, Black Milk Gastro Bar, where we were the only ones and we got to know the bartender who gave us a private tour of the restaurant and kitchen before we left. We did some shopping in Stockholm – clothing stores, record stores, and bookstores. Shortly before our trip I got a Swedish perfume, which I love, so I made it a point to go to the original perfume shop in Stockholm – Stora Skuggan. Speaking of stores, we appreciated the Apoteks on every corner throughout the trip – so convenient and helpful. The green cross sign signaling an Apotek became a reassuring recurrence everywhere we went.

We went to several museums in Stockholm because they are conveniently located in DjurgÃ¥rden, which is an island of museums. Vasa Museum, the home of a a Viking warship, was engrossing. I’ve just never seen anything like it, and the size of it is hard to comprehend as you’re walking around it, looking at it from different levels trying to capture all of the details. The ship tragically sank on its maiden voyage and was resurrected and restored hundreds of years later. The bodies of a few of the people who died on the ship were in display cases, which was certainly eerie. Moving along the island of museums, we went to Sven-Harrys Konstmuseum, a fun contemporary art museum with a cool museum shop. Then we stopped for some wine and oysters along the water before taking a ferry over to Moderna Museet, another modern and contemporary art museum. As far as modern and contemporary art museums go, I preferred Sven-Harrys Konstmuseum to Moderna Museet. It was smaller, more intimate, and I found the architecture fascinating.

Onward to Norway! Our next destination on the trip was Oslo, and we took a train from Stockholm to Oslo. We arrived in Oslo around 10 pm. It was close to 11 pm by the time we got settled at the hotel and made our way to a pizza place downstairs, and it was still light out as we enjoyed our pizza outside. A perk of being close to the Arctic Circle! I was really looking forward to walking on the roof of the opera house in Oslo, but it was closed for an event while we were there. Surprise surprise, we went to more museums in Oslo – the National Museum, which was expansive and fabulous, with a nice restaurant on the ground floor, and a rooftop for views of the city. It was my favorite art museum on the trip. We also went to the Munch museum, dedicated to Edvard Munch, the Norwegian painter and printmaker. The Munch museum is in a cool high rise, with stunning views from the higher floors. Near the Munch museum we took a ferris wheel ride, and the views of the Oslofjord and the city were beautiful! I really liked the winding streets of Oslo. They made the city feel circular in a way. The architecture in Oslo felt like a good mix of older classical architecture and newer modern architecture. We walked around Bjørvika, a waterfront neighborhood full of new, modern architecture, which was, well, very Scandinavian – exactly what I picture when I think of modern Scandinavian architecture.

We made a stop by Vigeland Park, a park full of sculptures by Gustav Vigeland. There were a lot of tourists there, but it was worth the stop to see the sculptures and the gardens. We had a fun dining experience at Arakataka, where we did a tasting menu. Our waiter was so passionate about the local seasonal produce in the dishes, and about the restaurant industry, which added to the already delicious experience. One thing we noticed about both Stockholm and Oslo was the lively, almost rowdy, nightlife. It was fun to people-watch the locals going out to the clubs.

We spent the rest of the trip in Norway, on to the countryside after Oslo. We took the Bergen Line scenic train from Oslo to Bergen. It was 7 hours of just devastatingly beautiful views of the Norway’s vast natural landscape. It started out green and sunny, and progressed to overcast and snowy as the train rolled on. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the train window. I saw a moose out in the distance! We kept seeing moose crossing signs throughout Norway, hoping we would see one because our dog’s name is Moose, but sadly we never saw one again. Seeing the changes in terrain and weather as we rode along was one of the most spectacular things about the ride. Arriving in Bergen, it was a cute hilly and colorful town. The first thing we did was walk through the fish market along the water, and we had dinner at a touristy seafood place. It wasn’t the best meal of the trip, but we got the fish market experience. The next day we took the Fløibanen funicular to the top of Mount Fløyen overlooking the city. It was a quick cheap ride, and the view was beautiful! Once you get to the top you can simply enjoy the view or hike through trails. We enjoyed some ice cream while taking in the view, and I got to see some goats (my fav!). We also took the Ulriken643 cable car to the top of Bergen’s tallest mountains. This ride was a little rockier than the funicular, but the expansive views of Bergen and its surroundings were worth it. There’s a restaurant at the top, sheep meandering around with their loud bells, and hiking trails. We didn’t do a hike, but it was fun to see others set out on their treks and get smaller out in the distance as they got farther along in their journeys. The colorful wooden houses in Bryggen Wharf were fun to walk around, and we stumbled upon an artisan shop where I got a couple of artisan handmade Norwegian sweaters, one of my most treasured souvenirs from the trip. We had a fantastic meal in Bergen, my favorite on the trip, at Allmuen. I made a reservation for the wrong day, but they graciously took us anyway when we arrived, and thank god they did because the dishes were the best (especially the potatoes – I’m a sucker for potatoes!). There was some kind of literature / publishing party going on in the back of the restaurant, and eclectic art on the walls, which both added to the cosiness of the experience. They do a tasting menu, but we got there too late in the night to try it. I loved everything we had, so it worked out well anyway. Bergen did feel like a bit of tourist town, but it’s also a college town and it was fun to see that side of it with the university and the students.

Heading out of Bergen, we rented a car – an electric car! Our first. It was a Hyundai Ioniq and I loved it. It was an adventure finding electric charging stations and figuring out how to use them…we also found ourselves worried about running out of battery and looking for charging stations frequently, especially since we didn’t always know where we were going and when we would find the next charging station. We drove to FlÃ¥m, which was our next destination for a night. Our hotel, FlÃ¥msbrygga Hotel, was right on the fjord and we had the most beautiful view of the fjord from our balcony. We had dinner at the hotel and tried the Viking meal with a beer pairing. After dinner we walked along the fjord, where people were sauna-ing & plunging into the fjord. We didn’t rent a floating sauna pod, but they looked like a lot of fun.

The next day we went on a fjord boat tour to get the fjord experience from the water. It was chilly even in August. It goes without saying that the views were incredible…and the waterfalls interspersed throughout the fjord added a dramatic element to the majestic mountains. We also took the FlÃ¥m Railway train ride, which had a vintage feel and was just a couple of hours. The views were nice, but I definitely enjoyed the scenic train ride from Oslo to Bergen much more! The FlÃ¥m train stops at a waterfall where a Norse forest spirit serenades you with a Norwegian folk song. It’s very kitschy, but a good opportunity to get out and take pictures of the waterfall.

After a short time in FlÃ¥m, we continued our journey with our Hyundai Ioniq rental car. We embarked on Sognefjellsvegen, the highest mountain pass in northern Europe. This drive was at the top of the list as a highlight of the trip. It was very windy as we made our way upward in elevation. It was a tad daunting at the start. But as we got going, the terrain along the route was just beyond…green and lush in some areas, red and rocky in others, and dark and snowy the farther along we got, each turn revealing a somehow even more spectacular vision than the last. I felt like I was on a different planet. We saw sheep along the way, with their classic bells, frolicking on the road. Something to watch out for as you’re driving! This incredible drive brought us to Lom, where we stayed at Røisheim Hotel, a rustic historic hotel nestled on the hillside dating back to 1885. We stayed in the old stables, which was a fully wooden structure, and we had the coolest wooden barrel tub in the bathroom. Very cozy! We had dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, and we were notified that it was ready by a dinner bell that is rung everyday at dinnertime. The hotel had a scrumptious breakfast spread in the morning. All of the hotels that we stayed at in Scandinavia did actually – breakfast spreads for days.

The next day we attempted a hike behind Røisheim. It was certainly a steep incline up the mountain. At the end of the hike was a lake, which we were looking forward to seeing after the difficult hike, but sadly we didn’t make it to the top to complete the hike. It was just too hard for our amateur hiking experience. So we turned around after a valiant effort, but not before coming across some sheep along the trail! With their bells, of course. We heard them before we saw them. They graciously got off the trail and out of our way so that we could pass.

Back in the car, we went to the Lom Stave Church, the only stave church that we went to see on the trip. It was cool and dark and spooky. And then we were off to return our rental car. We drove through several tunnels on the way, some quite long. There were so many tunnels…and we drove along fjords, of course, which were just spectacular. After returning the car, we took a bus and a ferry, before making it to our next destination in Norway, Ã…lesund, which was the last on our Scandinavian tour.

Ã…lesund was a beautiful town, full of art nouveau architecture, one of my favorite design styles and periods. Our hotel, Hotel Brosundet, was in an art nouveau building on the water, and it featured a sauna right on the water to encourage sauna + cold plunge in the water. I sauna-ed, but I did not plunge. My partner did both, and he loves the cold plunge feeling. The hotel also had tubs outside that you could bubble bath in, but we didn’t get a chance to use them. They booked up fast. It was an upscale hotel. A little bit of a splurge, but worth it!

We went to the Art Nouveau Centre and KUBE museum, which was a beautiful representation of art nouveau art and decorative arts, as well as some contemporary art. We took the 418-step staircase up to Mount Aksla to see panoramic views of Ã…lesund, the Sunnmøre Alps, and the fjord. It was a trek up there, but doable, and you can take breaks on your way up if you need to. We went to a cool antique shop that was filled with treasures (we regret not buying anything, but there were so many things that we wanted – how to choose!), and we stopped at a brewery on the water next to the port. It was fun to watch all of the cruise ship travelers coming and going. We saw a lot of cruise ships at the various destinations throughout our trip. We went to a cute wine bar before dinner one night, greeted by a cat meandering in the street, where I had the best orange wine (my favorite). Then on to dinner at the hotel restaurant, which just like the hotel, had an upscale, cozy ambience. Since I was lucky to find a couple authentic Norwegian sweaters in Bergen, my partner was on a mission to find a Norwegian sweater in Ã…lesund, which he did!

Our Scandinavian tour sadly came to an end, and we flew from Ã…lesund to Copenhagen, and then started our way back home. We had a long layover in Reykjavík, so we stored our luggage in a locker at the airport and popped out of the airport on a short whirlwind tour of Reykjavík. On the bus from the airport to the center of Reykjavík, we got to see the most interesting volcanic terrain. Again, I felt like I was on a different planet. On our short tour in Reykjavík, we went to the Hallgrímskirkja church, which towered over us, but was also serene with its white / grey concrete and granite walls. We went to the Harpa Concert Hall on the water, a few shops where we got Icelandic socks and slippers, a moody perfume store, and tried some hot dogs. We squeezed in a seafood restaurant, Saegreifinn. We ordered at the counter and ate at a communal table, packed together next to our neighbors. Reykjavík was so windy. It gave windy a new meaning for me. The most wind I’ve ever experienced! It was time of rush back to the airport to catch our flight back to the U.S.

Gosh it’s been fun for me to revisit and relive this trip by writing about it…thank you for coming along and indulging me!

Paris, je t’aime

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How many times I’ve sat down to try to write this… It’s been on my mind more as of late since it’s been a year since the trip. My mom and I went to France for two weeks last Summer. We went for a family friend’s wedding in the Bretagne region on the northwestern coast. It was our first trip to Europe since 2014, and it was our first trip abroad since my dad died. I was in high school the last time we went to France, and my dad there that time. So it was a trip of both revisiting and remembering our last trip there, and a new kind of journey for my mom and I on our own without my dad. For my mom it was also a pilgrimage, since she was born in Paris and has lived in France at a few different points in her life. It was fun to see her excitement, visiting her old apartments and favorite spots when she was a local – like returning home.

I knew I loved Paris the first time I was there, and this trip certainly re-awakened that love. It was love at first sight for me, again. It made me think – the ability to fall in love with a city, no matter how many times you visit it and fall in love with it, always feels like the first time. Or at least this is how I imagine it. I’ll see if it rings true the next time I go to Paris!

We did all the sites the first time I was in Paris. But this time we wanted a more intimate, less touristy experience. It was nice to have the freedom to simply do what we wanted, rather than feel obliged to go to the must-sees. Wandering, perhaps feeling more like a local, but most certainly still a tourist. I suppose we don’t have the luxury of doing much wandering in our daily lives at home, or at least we just don’t make the time for it.

The beauty of Paris is overwhelming – beauty everywhere you look. I felt almost completely at home. I didn’t miss but a just couple of things about back home (although two very important things – my partner and my cat). If not for these two things, I would have stayed in a heartbeat. But I suppose everyone says this about traveling. And, of course, being on vacation.

A few highlights from our trip – a jewelry exhibit at L’Ecole des Arts Joailliers, morning pastries with mom, shopping at print stores, strolling around Jardin du Luxembourg, the Musee du Luxembourg, perusing a ceramics art fair (which we also went to the last time we were there 17 years ago!), walking around Le Marais at night, seeing friends, going to a French wedding, spending some time in Saint-Brieuc in Bretagne immersed in a French home (which wouldn’t be complete without a crepe-making station in the kitchen!), exploring the old Medieval towns of Dinan and Saint-Malo – Dinan, the prettiest Medieval town with steep cobblestone streets, colorful timber houses, and a charming meandering river – and Saint-Malo, a port city surrounded by an impressive wall (I loved seeing Saint-Malo represented historically in the new Netflix All the Light We Cannot See miniseries!), the Musee des Arts Decoratifs, clothes shopping to dress and feel like a Parisian, the Jacobus Vrel exhibition at the Fondation Custodia, and dinner our last night there – beef bourguignon at an outdoor café with the most kind waiter!

Until next time, Paris 🙂 I can’t wait to see you and feel alive in your embrace again!

Rome back to the Romans

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“It’s been Rome back to the Romans, which is the bright side of a terrible time. For once, you can meet your friends outside for cocktails in the Piazza Navona, and you remember why it’s so good to be alive.”

I am a Roman by birth but not by blood, so I suppose that makes me a bit of a tourist, even though I was born there and lived there until I was 8. My time there was quite a long time ago now, and as an innocent child unaware of my surroundings, I didn’t grasp the nuisance of tourists in my city. Now that I live a big city, living out my big girl life in Chicago, I do understand the annoyance of tourists taking in the city around me. I am not trying to compare Chicago to Rome, and I can only imagine the frustrations that Romans have with the constant onslaught of tourists. So I can appreciate that Romans may be loving this time sans tourists due to the worldwide pandemic, and regaining their city to enjoy it for themselves in a way that perhaps they have never been able to experience it. There is something magical about walking around Rome early in the morning before the crowds get up and come out. I imagine that it may feel a bit like that now. Rome back to the Romans.

Museums of everyday life

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The Museum of Everyday Life in Glover, VT exhibits random objects that most would probably consider junk, especially in our disposable throw-away society. But I think the argument that these objects actually hold value and are worth keeping, maybe not in your own home, but somewhere for people to look at and remember, is worth considering. And that it was recently featured in the New York Times is certainly a testament to that. The museum, which is an unassuming barn, displays matches, which was the first exhibition, locks and keys, scissors, toothbrushes, etc. Some objects from special exhibitions then make it into the permanent collection. These objects may seem completely mundane, but they are important in their banality because they are things that we use everyday and are all around us. The museum is free and open to the public, although donations are always appreciated. It truly is a public space, as there is no one there attending to it and visitors can just come and go.

I lived in New England for one year and I absolutely loved it. Somehow a free little barn museum full of mundane, thrown-away objects is something I can totally picture in New England! 🙂

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It turns out this isn’t the only museum of everyday objects. They are around the world, including Hversdagssafn in Iceland. Their focus seems to be not only on mundane objects of everyday life, but also feelings, experiences, memories of everyday life, and “finding the poetry that comes forward when no one is looking.” As the women behind the museum, Björg and Vaida, put it:

Everyday life is a little bit like dark matter. It is what happens in between significant moments in life and holds everything together. It is meeting friends, having dinner, yelling at children, being yelled at, sulking, laughing and so on. And so on. It is walking from one place to the next. It is going to work. It is staying at home. It is worrying and washing dishes. It is both random and routine.

All of these little everyday things that we do mindlessly are actually what make up our lives and build our story day after day. So not only should everyday objects be appreciated, but also routine actions and activities because they are what make up our lives on a very primary level, and then comes everything else.

“Lived In”

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Architect duo (both personally and professionally) Zoe Chan Eayrs and Merlin Eayrs design homes from the inside out, literally and figuratively. They buy houses in the London area and live in them for a while as they design and renovate them, which means that they are authentically put together and decorated with pieces that are collected over time, rather than superficially staged with pieces for the sake of needing to find pieces to fill the space. Because they live in the houses while working on them, there is no client for whom they have to design for. They design for themselves, in a new way/style each time, therefore honing in on every detail over time. Although each project is unique, they do have a muted, subdued color palette that creates a sense of calm that’s like an ode to the present connected to an elusive past – a history embedded in it, yet created by the design in the present. The end result is a personal, unique labor of love that the client buys because he/she likes the house, not because the client hired them to design a house to his/her liking.

Their website features a portfolio of their work in both pictures and video form so that you get to experience the spaces and the details for yourself, and catch a glimpse of their creative output. You can also learn about their design process, the materials they used, where they found their inspiration for each project, obstacles they encountered along the way, etc. My favorite is The Herringbone House, which Zoe Chan Eayrs actually designed without Merlin Eayrs, as I’m partial to a lighter, airier feel. Although the New Cross Lofts, which they both designed, is a close second. So go take a tour!

Ukrainian artist Konstantin Kalinovich

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I went to the Ukrainian Institute of  Modern Art during Open House Chicago this year and I saw some lovely prints by Konstantin Kalinovich that I just fell in love with it. I loved their ambience and cozy feeling. And of course the detail and skill. They were part of the Contemporary Ukrainian Graphics exhibit, which is still up until December 9th. Sneak in there while you have the chance! 

I’m having a hard time finding a lot of information about him because it’s mostly all in Ukrainian, but Arthive, Warnock Fine Arts, and the American Society of Bookplate Collectors & Designers have some basic information about him, as well as images of his works. I love Ex Libris because they are small and whimsical, and it seems like he does a lot of those. Take a look at them!

Present vs. Past

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Ok one more shout out to The New York Times Style Magazine Letter to the Editor…for now at least! “Present Tense” by Hanya Yanagihara spoke to me because in it she discusses how different the sense of history is in the U.S. versus other parts of the world. She mentions Rome specifically and its deep history that is literally alive all around you. Growing up in Rome I had the unbelievable fortune of experiencing this everyday, without realizing the magnitude of it at the time.

Any first-time (or hundredth-time, for that matter) traveler to Rome can’t help but marvel at how lightly, and with what matter-of-factness, the Italians live among antiquities: A walk down the street is a stroll across thousands of years; the 2,000-plus-year-old Largo di Torre Argentina, excavated in the late 1920s, was where Caesar died, but it is also where the city’s cats congregate for a sun-drunk loll. Other cities would have placed such a monument in a museum, behind walls and off-limits — here, though, there is so much history that such an approach is impossible. Instead, the Italians have learned that every building, every structure, is a palimpsest, and that their lives within it, superannuated or brief, contribute another layer to its long narrative.

It’s true that Romans walk around their city with ease  and a nonchalantness about their surroundings. I mean how lucky are they to have been plopped there by birth and can call that parcel of this world their home. How lucky was I?? And as Yanagihara points out, Romans contribute to their long, ancient history, in whatever finite way possible.

The oldness of a place like Rome, and the newness of the U.S. is apparent in the way that we, as Americans, approach our daily life, versus the Romans. The impatience and instant gratification of American culture is a testament to this. We don’t have a long history to look back on, and therefore looking forward, with a sense of restlessness, is the only way we know. Romans, on the other hand, take life as a stroll, literally and figuratively. They have such an extensive history to look back on and to reflect on how they got to where they are  now, that they are not in a hurry to go anywhere. I think this is true in the larger scheme of things, but it is also apparent to anyone who visits Rome and has to slow down their pace to match that of the Romans. While this may be frustrating for Americans, I think slowing down is only a positive practice.

Poet/visual artist Cecilia Vicuña

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I had the pleasure of seeing a talk/performance by Chilean visual artist and poet Cecilia Vicuña at the Neubauer Collegium at the University of Chicago last week. She began by walking onto the stage holding large colorful paper glasses up to her face and hummed for a couple minutes. She then began to speak about her life with a biographical chronicle of events of her time as an exchange student in Chicago while in high school. There was a poetic manner in which she spoke – the way she broke up her sentences into shorter phrases, sometimes whispered (which was frustrating at times because she was hard to hear) and then raised her voice surprisingly quickly for the next line. She was so cute and fragile, and yet full of wisdom, assertiveness, and passion.

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She spoke in detail about a practice in which she breaks down the syllables of a word to identify the meaning of each syllable and how they relate to the meaning of the word as a whole. For example:

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Palabra – word; arma – weapon

Meaning – words as weapons

Granted, this is a word she has made up, but she does it with actual words as well. I think it’s fascinating to break a word down to discover that each of its parts means the same thing, or something similar, to the word in its entirety. She delved further into the philosophy of language and argued that it primarily analyzes western beliefs and the western structure of thought and speech, and it fails to take into account eastern thought or any other systems of language.

She talked about our powerlessness in the control that we have over our lives – not that we can’t have autonomy over our actions, but that there is something greater than us breathing life into us, and we can’t take credit for that. In fact, we have to understand and respect it. She also brought our attention to Hindu beliefs regarding breath that I wish I could remember, but she was just so full of insightful anecdotes that I couldn’t catch all of them. I wish I could have recorded her performance and play it back when I’m in need of some encouragement. She was wonderful.

The second Chicago Architecture Biennial

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The Architecture Biennial has graced Chicago twice now – the first time in 2015 and most recently this past Fall of 2017. It went down in January, and of course I waited until the last week to go see it. I wish I would have gone earlier so that I could have gone back to see my favorite things a few times. The theme for this most recent installation of the biennial was “Make New History” and it featured 141 architects, theorists, designers, etc. from 20 + countries. So it really is a global event, housed at the beautiful Chicago Cultural Center in the heart of the loop. These are pictures of some of the displays that most caught my eye.

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This is a model of Yves Saint Laurent’s salon…isn’t it glamorous?? So full of art…

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I loved these white trees!

Interiors have always held a special place in my heart, so I liked this exhibit entitled “The Room of One’s Own”, which included several drawings of singular interior rooms.

I work at a kitchen & bath showroom, so I was pretty amused by this miniature pink bathroom.

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This room was very cool with about 10 or so models of fictional skyscrapers. As you can see how they compared in size to a person, they were towering!

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Looking forward to the next Architecture Bienniale in a couple years from now!

The connections between

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Every motion in the world taken separately was calculated and purposeful, but, taken together, they were spontaneously intoxicated with the general stream of life which united them all.

Doctor Zhivago

I’ve had a special place in my heart for Russian literature ever since I took a Russian literature class my freshman year of college, which I kind of fell into by accident and it turned out to be one of the best things that’s happened to me. I needed to fulfill a writing credit, as well as a philosophy credit, and there happened to be two classes taught in tandem, an introduction to philosophy and Russian literature (which fulfilled the writing credit), so I took advantage of killing two birds with one stone. They were both taught by incredibly smart, kind, and genuine women who I admire dearly. I also happen to have known them since I was a child because they were friends with my parents, which made having them as professors extra special. It was because of this class and how inspired I was by the philosophy professor that I went on to major in philosophy and took most of my classes with her. She really became like a mentor to me.

In the Russian literature portion of the class we read Fathers & Sons by Ivan Turgenev, short stories by Nikolai Gogol, A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov, Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, and of course Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. We didn’t read Doctor Zhivago, but it’s something I’ve been reading on my own after watching the 2002 TV Mini-series and loving it. It’s definitely become one of my favorite things to watch around Christmas time; not that it’s particular festive, but there’s something about the wintry atmosphere that it makes it feel appropriate to watch around the holidays. I don’t read nearly enough anymore, but thinking back on these classes inspires me to cuddle up on a cold day and get lost in a book for the afternoon.

I love this quote because for me it summarizes how I feel about the string of events that make up our lives. I don’t think of these events as isolated from one another, but rather very connected in a way that we might not be able to grasp. I often wonder why related things seem to pop up around the same time and I find it hard to believe that it’s just a coincidence. So I have to believe that the way things line up in life is tremendously important and somewhat out of our hands.