Dancing in the Street

This weekend, in the same older section of town where the street fair was, there was a fashion show, or dance-off, or something.

Fashion show?

Dance-off?

I may never know, but there was definitely a red carpet.

Also, in the top-left, the outside of one of Savona’s more archetypical big-ass churches. So that’s done, at least until the next time I am out that way and think about it. This church is basically in an alley. In fact, that’s the case with a few big-ass churches in town. My best guess is that there was plenty of space from which to gaze upon its magnificence when they built it four-hundred years ago, but somewhere along the line, other people decided adjacent land was just too valuable.

Also there, at least briefly, was this piece of history:

A Jaguar XK140, manufactured some time between 1954 and 1957. Yeah, Wikipedia's awesome; why do you ask?

And while on the topic of autos, proof Ford hates America:

Why is this not sold in the US?

I’m a big fan of long coupes. And on to the real topic of this blog:

That is an egg. On a pizza. And it was delicious.

Note the knife and fork. In Italy, you have to cut your own pizza. I’m just now learning to cope. Also, pizza à la carte apparently does not exist here. The menu at any restaurant that serves pizza – and most of them do – will have at least three pages of different pizzas, and half of them will read like this: ‘Sausage Pizza – sauce, mozzarella, sausage,’ ‘Ham Pizza – sauce, mozzarella, ham.’ and et cetera. The only place that I have found so far that will make anything to order is a smart little place that will make paninis with whatever you want on them. I’ll be going there a lot.

Then again, if I went to Pizza Al’s in Morgantown and asked Al to make me a pizza with an egg on it, he would probably give me a weird look, at the least.

And now for the exciting part.

I’m still living at the Seminary, as I have been for more than a month now. The good part: some guys at the University arranged for all the University students stuck here – there are five of us – to pay what we would have paid for University housing while we are here. This is awesome. What is not awesome is that there is no fridge. So other than bananas for breakfast or something, I’m basically forced to eat out for every meal. Which gets expensive. The seminary is not full enough, of priests-in-waiting or hostelers, to make use of a cafeteria, which they do have. They only use it when large groups are staying here.

Of course, bureaucracy is to blame. The Savona Campus actually has unused apartments on campus. However, the outside contractors who make up the office staff there got rearranged when their company head changed, and now none of them know how to do their assigned jobs. Another building that is being renovated, which I was supposed to live in, is not ready yet, and my stay at the Seminary has outlasted two estimates of when it would be.

(Fun fact: “un disastro” means “a disaster.”)

I’m now contemplating buying my own micro-fridge. Of course the thought goes, ‘If I am able to eat out a lot less over the course of a month, then it nearly pays for itself.’ But if I actually move onto campus earlier than I anticipate, then the money is wasted, as the campus apartments seem to have all the kitchen accoutrements already. But who knows how long I will actually be in the hostel?

In closing, why the hell are secretaries contracted out?