International Travel Photographer, Aurora Reyes

Vintage Suitcase Display

2012-01-22T01:11:00.002-06:00

Only after I was accepted to the NYIGF, did I realize what a big production this trade show was going to be. I'm literally surrounding myself around many creative talents from around the world who most likely love what they do - every day they get out of bed! How exciting is that?!

It's been a pretty fun ride using my creativity to come up with my booth display. I don't want to spoil too much, but I'm very pleased with how a portion of my display has turned out.

You see, I've basically taken some vintage suitcases and added a black elegant base so it can stand. That's right. Travel suitcases for the travel photographer. And, this is where my photographic memoir note cards will be displayed.

Didn't Pat do an amazing job? I'm so excited because I think they are stunning and just what the doctor ordered - maybe even better! I can't wait to see them in the booth space. Only 7 more days 'til kick off...

Three Things

2012-01-11T18:00:00.000-06:00

Hi!

It's been a while and when it's been a while, I like to play this game I discovered called "three things". It's great for catching up!

So, without further ado. Here's how it works. You tell me three big things happening in your life and explain each thing in one or two sentences. Good or bad, big or small. Just needs to be about you so we can be good friends again.

I'll start. :)

1. I have been accepted to the NYIGF - New York International Gift Fair - one of the biggest trade shows on the planet and I'm beyond words, filled with excitement preparing for it. The show is at the end of the month and seriously approaching quickly.

2. I have just announced my "Photographic Memoirs" (trademark pending) which are my travel photographs with my personal memoir. Each image and story come as blank note card/greeting cards as well as prints on paper and canvas which include my personal memoir on the back. These beauties will be my focus at NYIGF.

3. In prepping for NYIGF, my website is being redesigned, a new line of cards have been created called "Mi Amor: A Showcase of Love", PR is happening to get you to come to booth #30042, and I'm having a beautiful logo made out of wood. It's being painted as we speak and I can't wait for it to arrive!

*By the way, run-on sentences are ok in attempt to keep sentences short. lol.

I have more goodness to share, but I'll save it for next time. I'll be in touch!!
In the meantime - what are your three things? Post them to my FB wall. I want to know.

Talk soon.
Your photographer friend.
Creator of Photographic Memoirs
Aurora Reyes
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"Love Letter" SALE

2011-01-28T17:42:00.008-06:00

While February is quickly approaching in the new year of an amazing 2011, so is Valentine's Day. The day of love, love, and well, lots more love. How will you celebrate your love for one another this Valentines Day? Will you write your sweetheart a love note, indulge with a box of delicious chocolates or appreciate a nice dinner together? Perhaps a nice romantic walk where words can be left unspoken?

In Italy, legend suggests lovers travel to Verona to declare their love for one another. It is on the walls of (Romeo's) Juliet's balcony that hold lovers words that ensure a long lasting life together. Love letters and notes alike are written while couples are standing side by side. If there's a blank space on these walls, you better believe it will be filled. If there is not a blank space available, it will be written over to ensure the couple will be together forever with ever-lasting love.

This Valentines Day, be like the Italians and travel with your lover to Verona by way of an original Aurora Reyes, Photography card. Sold Out at The Austin Museum of Art, I have a limited supply of "love letter" just for you so you can declare your love for you and your partner.

Printed on archival linen paper, this 5x7 card is of the highest-quality and can be framed to keep, with your personal love note written inside, and my personal story on the back. On SALE for $4.00 +tax. And, now through Feb 14th, this includes FREE shipping anywhere in the US with this coupon code: VALENTINE.

Lots of love to you and to yours.
XO
-aurora reyes
travel photographer
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Black Friday SALE on http://www.etsy.com/shop/aurorareyes

2010-11-25T23:54:00.000-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving!

As your bellies are filled with turkey and cheer, Thanksgiving has come to an end. Allow me to extend a discount to you and to yours as Black Friday begins.

Starting now through Friday, all purchases made via my Etsty shop is 37% OFF.
Coupon Code: BLACKFRIDAY

Set of 4 Archival "Come Una Libellula", Museum Cards are now ONLY $12.60!
Custom Luggage Tags are now ONLY $5.04!
20x30' Canvas Prints now ONLY $220.50!

Enjoy!
Your travel photographer,
aurora :)
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"NINE | A Tour of China" on 9.9.10

2010-09-02T00:03:00.001-05:00

It's all come together so perfectly and I cannot wait for 9.9 to arrive!

As the highest single digit odd number, the number 9 is believed to have an auspicious meaning in China. This number also represents the most momentous 'shortest-longest' nine-day tour of my life.

Please join me next Thursday for "NINE | A Tour of China."

The Flamingo Place

5902 Bee Caves Road 78746

I will share a collection of nine of my photographs and stories and bring my China experience straight to you!

I have collaborated with talented individuals to make my exact experience come to life.
Licensed Massage Therapist, Misty Turns will be providing inspired sample hand massages of the Orient.
Lindsay Wilson will be sharing Chinese bao tastings.
Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf will be providing delicious Chinese hot tea tastings.

China is coming to Austin and I can't wait to share this experience with you!!
RSVP here: Aurora Reyes, Photographer

Your travel photographer,
-Aurora Reyes :)
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My work is at the Austin Museum of Art!

2010-08-25T13:58:00.000-05:00

It's official and I'm ready to tell the world. I've launched blank inside greeting cards where my image is on the front cover and my story is on the back. The better news is that these wonderful cards are being sold at The Austin Museum of Art!!! Stop by the gift shop and support a local artist, ME!!

I'm totally stoked!
love,
Your photographer,
-aurora reyes
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Austin Fashion Week | MONDAY

2010-08-21T10:08:00.001-05:00

What a fantastic week of fashion! I was lucky enough to attend two parties on Monday. I started the evening at 501 studios and made my way over to Phoenix. Oh, what a night in Austin!

All of the models were beautiful and all of their finishing touches were so intricate. Hair, birds, feathers, paint, and even ships!! This image definitely wins the prize for the evening as it was taken backstage, just before the fashion show started.

Check out more images to the show here: Austin Travel Photographer

Your photographer,
Aurora Reyes
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Austin Fashion Week Kickoff 2010

2010-08-16T18:21:00.000-05:00

I had the pleasure of shooting Austin Fashion Week Kickoff 2010 at GSD&M this past Saturday. I enjoyed shooting every minute of it. The location was superb and look just as incredible as the fashionistas. The wardrobe was amazing. The jewelry was fantastic. The models were stunning.

And, I thoroughly enjoyed Tiffany taking us back to the 80's!

Click on Aurora Reyes, Photographer for images of the entire event.

Your photographer,
Aurora Reyes
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Photographs of Italy on Canvas by Aurora Reyes

2010-08-03T15:56:00.000-05:00

Due to the success of my "Come Una Libellula" opening at Thunderbird last December, I have recently opened an etsy shop to share my stories and photographs of the most beautiful country of Italy.

Come take this journey to Italia with me where I spent three months living and eating like an Italian. Read my personal stories and review my photographs from this collection of twenty brilliant images, as I share a new image and story daily. Add Austin Travel Photographer to your RSS feed to continue to learn more about the collection. I have some very exciting news from this series that I will be sharing soon and I'd love for you to be the first to hear about it.

Love,
your photographer-
aurora reyes
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Daddy! I'm Flying a Kiiiiiiiite

2010-07-14T10:31:00.001-05:00

OMG. This little preciousness waited patiently while his kite was being assembled. The string was attached and found its way to his hand and the kite slowly made its way in the air. He had the biggest smile filled with so much concentration. It was the cutest thing!

"Daddy! I'm Flying a Kiiiiiiiite", he shouted with great enthusiasm.

This was his first time to fly a kite and I was lucky enough to not only witness, but capture this special moment on film. Thanks Team Forchione for such a great day!

Siblings in the Summertime!

2010-07-05T14:14:00.001-05:00

I had the pleasure of photographing a beautiful family here in Austin. Adult Brother and Sister, their mother, and their spouses and children. We spent Saturday morning together and it was such a delight to be around this fun family in the summertime. We ended our shoot at sno-beach (which opens at noon for all of you early birds) and I captured some images before sno-beach opened and of these three precious little girls ordering and then enjoying their delicious snow cones.

It was very sweet indeed and reminded me of my summers as a child. My two cousins are like siblings to me, and boy do I remember the three of us girlie girls getting together for some summer fun. :)

Harlingen Love

2010-07-02T01:05:00.001-05:00

I spent the weekend in Harlingen to photograph the wedding ceremony of Sarah and John. What an amazingly sweet couple filled with emotion. And, their smiles were nothing more than contagious! I loved it! It was a great weekend and the perfect time to say 'I do'. Congratulations to you Sarah and John! I'm so happy to have been a part of this very special moment in your lives. -aurora

Supper Club: Mmmmmmmmm

2010-06-10T20:17:00.000-05:00

This past weekend, I was invited to shoot The Pitchfork Supper Club in Round Top, Texas. http://pitchforksupperclub.blogspot.com/ And, I must say - the experience was nothing more than spectacular. The food was fantastic. The company was wonderful. The location was absolutely picture perfect. And, I couldn't think of anything more rewarding than delicious food on a nice summer day in Texas. It was a good time had by all. And, I truly enjoyed being a part of it - for the food and the endless photo opportunities.

I know I mentioned the food was delicious, but seriously - the food was delicious. Everything was purchased locally, tasted delicious, looked delicious and was beautifully presented.

I enjoyed being a part of it as well as photographing the event.
Thank You to Lindsay, Gretchen and Patrick for being such a delight to work with!!
Aurora

Supper Club: In the Kitchen

2010-06-10T20:05:00.001-05:00

Supper Club: Quail Eggs

2010-06-10T19:59:00.001-05:00

They were teency and delicate. I love their spots too.

Supper Club: Mattress Springs Hung Over the Kitchen Island.

2010-06-10T19:56:00.002-05:00

This was only one of many of my favorite parts of the Cot-n-Coffee at Wahalla. It was brilliant and fitting for a bed and breakfast. Too cute!

Come Una Libellula | Success

2009-12-01T23:40:00.000-06:00

Come Una Libellula | Beaming

2009-12-01T21:53:00.006-06:00

I even had the honor to have several guests from Houston make a three hour journey in the disturbing rain visit to share this experience with me. And, let's not forget my favorite Italian was able to be here to make it complete. You'd better believe I'm still smiling at the fact that the show was a true success. Someone even commented that she wasn't sure who was beaming more, me or my mother.

Come Una Libellula | Delicious

2009-12-01T20:38:00.001-06:00

Come Una Libellula | Fun

2009-12-01T19:37:00.004-06:00

Come Una Libellula | Perfect

2009-12-01T19:30:00.002-06:00

Come Una Libellula | Amazing

2009-12-01T19:08:00.003-06:00

"Come Una Libellula" is in Austin!

2009-12-01T18:55:00.002-06:00

Today, I shared my story. My Italian story. The journey of my life. I still have to pinch myself when I think back and realize I was in Italy for three entire months. My brilliantly sized canvases were perfectly arranged in the cutest coffee shop on Manor. Just below each canvas was my very own personally written story. Each story completely different from the other. These pieces were ready to be shared with the world... well, to be shared at Thunderbird with some pretty hip citizens in Austin, Texas U. S. A.

Save the Date | Come Una Libellula | 12.01.09

2009-11-14T20:55:00.000-06:00

At the Sea

2009-08-30T15:51:00.006-05:00

This photo was taken yesterday in front of his parents vacation home in Pietra Ligure. Tobia, Erika, Edo, and I went to Pietra Ligure for an extended weekend and hung out at the sea. It was pretty wonderful, to say the least. I love this country!

:)

something you cannot change

2009-08-20T20:36:00.001-05:00

So, remember Ralph Fiennes Italian brother? Well, I met him the second night I arrived in Italy and I failed to tell the rest of the story. First and foremost, he speaks English - and with an accent I have to admit is one of his most charming qualities. And his height is an added bonus. His love of travel earns him molto brownie points... and I will just stop there because basically, he had me at hello.

I met him at Tobia's barbeque. He sat to my right and was quite the gentleman. Offering me more portions of eggplant, tomatoes, meat, salad, and dolci. Although I enjoyed his hospitality, his kindness made me feel awkward for some reason. And, of course - after that - I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Tobia kindly reunited us in Torino and we went dancing. He came over to watch a movie another night. Another reunion in Torino. And then tonight, Tobia, Erika, and I visited his beautiful house in the hills of Torino before a couple of drinks in the city of Torino.

And, here it was. My Italian Ralph and I finally had a decent conversation. And... I think... he likes me! :)

On August 31st, he and I have already arranged to see a Toro soccer game. This will be my first ever live soccer game and I get the pleasure of enjoying it with an Italian. Apparently the team isn't doing so well, so attending a Toro game will be quite disappointing. But, Edo explained quite well to me that some things you just cannot change. "You can change your religion, your partner - but, your team... is something that you cannot change".

I thought his quote was classic. You can change anything in your life, just not the team you grew up to love. :) And so it is. I shall see Edoardo again.

Ask me if I'm smiling.

the exception

2009-08-15T14:30:00.005-05:00

Stella took me to the antique market today so I could exprience how Erika and Cicco work to live. Upon my arrival, I met Rudy, who also typically sells antiques in the space next to Cicco.

Rudy is 50. Blue eyed. Dark curly haired German. Not only does he speak German, but he speaks French, English and Italian too. His face is charming and embraces strong laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. Happy energy in general.

We grabbed panini's at the bar and this was the start to one of my favorite conversations in Italy.

Like most do, he asked why I chose Italy for three months. My answer was simple. I'm living my dream. I have always wanted to "live" in Italy for a short time and while three months is arguable, I'm still living my dream.

I don't recall his response, but I remember curiously asking him what was his reason is for living in Italy. I mean, Germany isn't too far away from here... And, this is when he told me he moved to Italy... for love.

While this is not the first time I've heard a man tell me he moved here for a woman, his story is the exception - and it's one worth sharing.

Rudy dated an Italian woman when he was 18 years old. They dated for two years and for reasons unknown to me, they broke up. He eventually married and had two children with his wife. During his marriage, he seemed to long for or think of the girlfriend he had when he was 18... even when he was happily married. He even spoke to his wife about these thoughts, but he never contacted this woman from his youth. And, unfortunately, he divorced and the couple both went their separate ways.

A few years passed while Rudy lived his life quietly. He didn't really date and one day he decided to contact his 18 year old love.

It had been 20 years since they had seen each other or dated. And she agreed to meet him. He said their first encounter was kismet. And, they are still dating today. It has been seven years and he is still in love.

And, while this story is the exception to anything we ever hear - I think it is the most romantic story I have ever heard.

Rudy is the passionate European sterotype that I have created in my strong sense of imagination. He listens carefully. He speaks what he feels and is not afraid to let others see beneath the surface. I just love this!

Rudy says that Germans sterotype Americans as superficial. He says that we are all smiles and giving as soon as we meet another. But, we rarely let others see beneath the surface. For whatever reason, I have to agree with him. We are guarded. We are afraid. But why?

"What's your relationship status? Married. Divorced. Single?". "Divorced", I answer. And, then he asked if I was still in love with my ex-husband. He totally caught me off guard. And, it was then that I realized that I'm still enduring pain from our relationship ending because his question caught me by suprise. The kind of surprise that makes you sweat a little because it made you feel.

I answer. I think I will always love him, but I know that he and I can never be. And, I am at peace with this. But, to say these words to someone that I had just met was very difficult for me. I didn't want to let him see that I was human and had feelings. To see beneath the surface. I'm guessing I didn't want to be vulnerable.

But, I did it anyway. I mean, what do I have to lose or gain by having emotions.

Our conversation was so special to me. I am human. I am not the exception. I am imperfect. I too have a story. I'm just like everyone else in this world in this sense. And, it's ok.

Ciao sweet libellula

2009-07-15T15:00:00.000-05:00

Today I felt inspired to shoot the somewhat medium sized corn field that lives directly in front of the house. The lighting was perfect, but the housing on the other side of the field made for a crappy background... so I was really having to use my right brain for this shoot. I finally decided to focus on an area where the sun was hitting perfectly. And, along came this sweet libellual (dragonfly). I love this picture for the moment and the story. Ciao sweet libellula.

Stefano

2009-07-13T15:24:00.008-05:00

met Stefano the day I arrived in Italy. He's one of Tobia's best friends and has instantly become one of my favorite people here.

What I love most about Stefano is his passion for the Italian cuisine and food in general. He has worked in restaurants in Italy and in the UK and has a life goal of running his very own restaurant in the near future. And, there is no doubt this restaurant will be a huge success.

I'm sure you can imagine my response when I was invited to cook with him. I'm sure my face lit up as I was thinking "Cook with an Italian? Are you kidding me?! I would LOVE to!!" And, so... I am going to cook with an Italian! :)

We are making pesto FROM SCRATCH!

And if you can believe, it gets better. We gather beautiful, green, fresh basil from his parents garden. Yes, his parents garden! ...We purchase some pecorino cheese from the supermercato (supermarket), not to be easily confused with the mercato that is the outdoor American version of our farmer's market, that is in San Benigno every Friday. And, quickly rummage through Stefano's refrigerator and pantry for the garlic clove, pinoli (pine nuts), salt, and the Italian's favorite, olio extra vergine di oliva (extra virgin olive oil).

Like most amazing cooks - Stefano does not cook with a recipe. And so, we cook to taste.

We pull the smaller basil leaves, first - as they are more flavorful than the larger leaves. Rinse. Spin dry. Hand shred and then pull the larger leaves and blend with Stefano's useful blending tool (he didn't have his mortal and pestle handy today). We then shred the strong flavored pecorino and chop the pinoli. And add to the cool container to keep the freshness of the basil and continue to mix all ingredients to taste.

And then, there was pesto. So beautiful and so yummy. Made by Aurora and Stefano, the Italian. :)

We head to Tobia's to boil the fresh egg pasta (Stefano says this is the best to buy in Italy) and add the pesto sauce... And, then there was pesto pasta for four. Enjoyed by Tobia and Leslie. And, made by Aurora and Stefano, the Italian. :D

The meal was so yummy and I happily cleaned my plate. AND, I checked off "cooking with an Italian" from my shortlist of what I must do here in Italia.

word of the day: pinoli. I'm curious if we can even buy these in the States

Stefano's dad on his vespa

2009-07-13T13:00:00.001-05:00

He literally just hopped onto his vespa and saw my camera... Just one take and a masterpiece of the cool Italian man on his bike. Classic.

Stefano's parents garden

2009-07-13T12:44:00.000-05:00

Tomatoes, eggplant, basil, mint, cucumbers, peaches... fresh for the picking!

Love in the Mountains

2009-07-12T13:05:00.002-05:00

I don't know who this couple is, but I loved them the moment I saw them - from afar. They were just relaxing and would occasionally have a conversation while their cute brown dog rested below their bench.

The Church in Valle d'Aosta

2009-07-12T13:04:00.001-05:00

This church was simple and just a few feet over from the restaurant where we ate lunch. There are two things that caught my attention of the exterior, since I was unable to go inside this cute church. One being the roof. The roof is made of stone - what appeared to be slate. Two being the art outside the church. It's a madonna and child and all that you see here was hand painted. Even the shadows. Brilliant.

Pentola for Polenta

2009-07-12T13:04:00.000-05:00

After lunch, these pentola (pots) that were used to cook the polenta were sitting out to dry.

Polenta

2009-07-12T13:02:00.000-05:00

Appertivo

2009-07-12T13:01:00.000-05:00

spek mountain parma ham aromatized with herbs
mocetta ram (we think)
lardo lard. yes, you read that correctly
salame pork salami
burro butter

Valle d'Aosta

2009-07-12T13:00:00.014-05:00

All I know is that we're going to the mountains today. I don't think my body has recovered from the jet lag or from this constant heat... but I'm ready, and kind of nervous about today's adventure. If we have to hike, I just may die. But, I put on my sporty shorts, a t-shirt, running shoes, pack my camera - and we're off.

Stefano and Alessandro, two of Tobia's friends, join the three of us. And then there were five. In two cars. On our way to Valle D'Aosta.

We stop for gas, coffee and a croissant. At the counter, I notice a Michael Jackson CD for sale, titled "Italy's best of Michael Jackson" - in Italian of course. I guess in the end, everyone is trying to make some money from the King of Pop... or do people all over the world just love him and want to share his talent? I don't know, but I wish I had 25Euro in cash so I could buy the CD.

Back to the car. The drive is beautiful and once we reach the mountain, the road felt extremely narrow and more like a roller coaster than anything. Tobia warned us to just face forward if we felt woozy... We pass a beautiful castle (each city/area in the mountains has a castle) and luckily, we arrived in very good health once we reach our destination.

The place is gorgeous. Seems like it's a ski resort in the winter. And, just a fun place to hang in the summer. There is a playground for the kiddos and a very large rock that we can climb. We immediately meet with about 25 of Tobia's friends and we learn that we have a reservation at the indoor portion in about an hour. People brought blankets to rest and sunbathe. And, everywhere I turn, there is something interesting to see. I think my favorite is the thin stream of fresh water that runs through the ground where we are sitting and visiting. It is connected to a faucet that pours into a barrel and then continues on as a stream back in the ground again. It is perfect in every way and the best part of it is that this is the water we drink. Even the restaurant places their empty pitchers here for refills. Icy cold. Fresh spring water. From the mountains. Yummy.

It's time for our reservation and we all walk in and grab a seat. It's very traditional family style. Long tables and long benches to sit. Pitchers of water and wine and the food just comes a pourin'.

Lucky for me, Stefano is to my side and is teaching me the English equivalent to all of these dishes.

We walk a very short hike up the mountain after our long lunch and relax a bit more. We really came to the mountains to relax, eat, drink, eat more, and then relax again. What a perfect Sunday with the Italian locals! :)

Tagliati Home in San Benigno

2009-07-10T06:00:00.002-05:00

This is the Italian home where I will reside through mid-August and the place I currently call home. It's so Italian and absolutely precious on the inside and out.

I love the perfectly picturesque red flowers and the Italian bicycle that live just outside the house. And the warm color of the house. And the precious terracotta roof. It's all so... Italian.

I love the view from "my" bed when I open my eyes every morning. The two tall glass doors remain open to keep the room cool and all I can see are the colored flags that string across the balcony in front of the tall green trees that provide shade and protection. I even hear the sounds of the one random rooster somewhere nearby as well as beautiful church bells as they so softly ding.

It's unbelievably dreamy, this sweet Italian casa di Tagliati. And, I am utterly grateful to Friend and the Tagliata's for temporarily opening up their home to me. I just love it here.

via Olivetti in San Benigno

2009-07-10T05:00:00.000-05:00

This is the street I'm currently calling "my street". Notice the stop sign says "stop". Why this is in English, I will never know.

Dove e' il bagno?

2009-07-09T16:46:00.000-05:00

Leslie and Erika continued their conversation and wine as I walked a block or two to capture a few images of Torino.

Upon my return to the restaurant, I was on my quest to find il bagno. Now, the joke in Italy is that all toilets are downstairs and to the right... so, I head downstairs to a completely empty floor and find a small room that seems to be the men's restroom, but where is the woman's? It was dark and I couldn't see my hand in front of me in either of the rooms, so I head back upstairs to seek for help from our waitress. Dove e' il bagno? I ask proudly in my attempt to speak Italian. She points downstairs and in the direction of the men's restroom. But, where is the women's restroom and how do I turn on the light?

I walk back downstairs in my attempt to figure it out again. I figured out the light in the men's restroom is automatic. An energy saver. But, still can't find the woman's restroom or the light in it.

So, I walk back to our table and explain to Erika and Leslie. And, they kindly explain to me that this restroom I've found is unisex. I wish I could have seen the shock in my face when this was explained. THAT is the toilet for the women? How am I... Fortunately for me, it was a clean toilet. And, I guess if we're meant to squat - the height of the toilet makes no difference?!

Flags in Torino

2009-07-09T16:13:00.000-05:00

Conversations in Torino

2009-07-09T15:42:00.001-05:00

I spent a few hours in Torino with Leslie and our new friend Erika (whom Stefano introduced us to). We didn't do much sight seeing, really. Just embraced more Italian flavors of food and drink.

Erika is Italian, but is working very hard to move to the US to work as a tour guide. She loves America and loves speaking English. And, she was our Torino tour guide that we easily spoke to in English. We talked about life and love and it was at this moment that something became evident to me.

We are all human no matter where we originate. Our ways of showing love differ, not because we are from Italy, France or Texas - but because this is how we were somehow, in some way, taught to love.

It's so interesting to me because I've wanted to believe that Europeans show more affection than Americans. But, it's simply not true. Our ways of showing love differ because we are human. And the fact that we are human means we are different. Which makes us love differently.

What I do still believe is true is that Europeans are able to communicate their feelings easier. They're honest and not afraid to show emotion. They don't hide the fact that they are sad, empty, or angry. They cry, they talk... even if they are a human male. ...Of course this is all arguable - but, I'd like to think it's true for the time being.

Alpini

2009-07-08T14:00:00.002-05:00

Today I was so grateful to be invited to shoot a tribute service to the Alpini men of San Benigno. The Alpini are the elite mountain warfare soldiers of the Italian Army and today all soldiers gathered at 7:00pm, all over Italy, for a celebratory tribute for their contributions to their country. Men young and old gathered by bike, feet or car and I was very fortunate to capture the San Benigno ceremony.

The soldiers wore their well known and respected Alpini green hats, that included pins or patches and one brown feather. with their everyday clothes as they gathered around the statute. Their anthem was recited as the Italian flag was raised slowly in their honor. A couple of speeches were made and 20 full minutes later, we continued at the local restaurant across the street.

Mamma Mia!

2009-07-08T04:00:00.013-05:00

At the restaurant I sat at the end of a long table with Leslie to my left and Tobia facing me across the table and we were surrounded by the Alpini men with their own Italian dialect. We made friends quickly and spoke as much broken Italian as possible with our phrase book in hand. Luckily, Tobia would save us and translate most of the conversations.

Just as we started to eat (and drink), I hear "MAMMA MIA" and quickly understood that the soldier in front of me, to Tobia's right, was admiring Leslie's beautiful blue eyes. THIS was the highlight of my day. He continued to speak to Leslie and kept telling Tobia how lucky he was to have her. Insisting that Tobia marry her right away as she was too beautiful to release. It was precious and I was lucky to capture his affection towards her on my camera. "Mamma Mia" is what we decided to name him as we never caught his name. Leslie immediately had an admirer - who I would like to say was "in love" with her. We most definitely enjoyed his company and the amount of wine he kept insisting on pouring in Leslie's glass. Mamma Mia, what a great day.

photo of the day: the Alpini man walking his bike across the street to the restaurant
word of the day: Mamma Mia, of course

Slip and Slide.

2009-07-06T19:37:00.001-05:00

Now, today. I'm not sure where to begin because like yesterday, it was all so amazing. We started with the mercato/market, the prosecco on the lake, the filling of wine bottles for under $4 per large bottle, hanging out in Stefano's parents beautiful garden and taking fresh basil home with us, the pasticceria/bakery, the soccer game on water, and then the fabulous dinner party here at Tobia's.

While I had the pleasure of sitting next to Ralph Fiennes twin Italian brother at dinner, let me just tell you about this soccer game and save Italian Ralph for another day.

Picture this. Elementary school playground, that consisted of pavement, really. On the playground, a giant slip and slide with giant bumpers on either side. Two teams of mostly men playing soccer in soapy water. Beneath the "soccer field" had little for padding and I'm imagining it was really a hard fall when these Italians would slip and slide. And let me tell you, there was quite a bit of falling, slipping and sliding going on. The entire experience was incredible. And simply brilliant for a nice summer day. Everyone looked like they were having so much fun. I believe all participants left the scene unharmed, which is quite honestly hard to believe considering the set up. But, seriously. A giant slip and slide with bumpers?! WHO wouldn't want to play? Or watch for that matter.

Sto en Italia! I am in Italy!

2009-07-05T19:08:00.004-05:00

Now, I hope I said that in Italian correctly, but regardless I AM IN ITALY!!

While I should be sleeping right now, I can't stop thinking of all of the amazing things I've already experienced - and I've only been here for one full coherent day.

I took pictures with my iPhone because i was so tired and didn't want to carry the heavy camera... Not only did I get to walk into the kitchen of the nice restaurant where I ate, but I ate raw meat as an appetizer and liked it, drank prosecco, white wine, limoncello, and cafe in one sitting, and for dessert - there was limon sorbeto! And, not even an hour later, I had gelato. And, it would be rude of me to not accept this food - so I ate it - ALL. My plate was clean and my stomach was pretty happy. Then, walked around the city of San Benigno - population 3.000 - discovered the chiesa/church and happened upon a funeral. Yes, I said funeral. And in all honestly, it was very beautiful - of the short 5 minutes we were there.

That about sums it up. I am in Italy. I'm currently living in San Benigno and excited about my new friends Leslie, Tobia, and Stefano.

just breathe, aurora

2009-06-28T23:57:00.007-05:00

I am kneeling. I feel extremely tired. I feel the immediate need to sleep. I'm fighting to keep my eyes open - which seems strange since I slept for nine hours last night... Whoa. I'm seeing spots. My head feels dizzy and heavy. I'm weak. Faint. Something is wrong, but do I need medical attention? What's happening to me? Am I having a heart attack? I slowly sit back into the pew and take a few deep breaths to try to shake it off.

It feels like so much time has passed. My body must be slouched and my head must be at my knees as I'm attempting to sit in this pew. A girl behind me touches my shoulder to ask if I'm ok. I'm not ok. I need help. What is happening to me? I am helpless. I don't know anyone around me. I came here alone. I'm scared. Helpless. My body is hot. I'm sweating. I'm at St. Mary's surrounded by over a hundred people, yet I'm all alone. I instantly become this rag doll while loving strangers begin to fan me with books and help remove my sweater to help cool me off. "Do you want to lie down?" I hear her say. I must have nodded my head yes. Someone is now holding my head as they lay me down on the pew, telling me to take deep breaths. What is happening to me? And, how lucky am I that someone noticed that something is wrong with me. Just breathe, Aurora.

Her name is Molly and her boyfriend is in the Air Force visiting her for the weekend. Is she a doctor because she seems to know exactly how I'm feeling. I try to make it to the water fountain, but I was too weak. My hands go numb. What's happening to me? She's had her share of fainting and spotted the similarities in me which triggered her to ask me if I was ok. More strangers are bringing me water and she continues to fan me to cool me off. I'm afraid to walk in fear that I will faint. Just breathe, Aurora. More loving strangers offer me a ride home and share similar stories. I feel comforted. Perhaps it was heat exhaustion? I hadn't had breakfast and went on a 45 minute bike ride in the heat this morning... We walk to the reception area at the church to put some food in my belly and say good-bye to the most loving, amazing, angelic strangers that I had just met. I think I'm going to be ok. I'll just eat. Finish these three bottles of water and head home.

But, no. What the hell just happened to me? I'm all alone. I'm scared. I do not want to drive. I do not want to be alone. I do not want this to happen to me again. What the hell just happened to me? I call Sean. He answers. I can't even speak as my voice weakens and all I can do is cry as I attempt to briefly tell him I needed him.

Sean came to my rescue and took care of me for a couple of hours. He makes me drink an ice cold drink and made me a delicious chilled fruit and yogurt dish he prepared as I allowed my body to rest.. then breathe.. and then cry. I wasn't alone. It felt so good to be taken care of. I felt loved. I was breathing. Yet, I was still scared.

Later that day, Franco rode his bike. Yes, his bike - to my house to pick up my car keys and then proceeded to ride an additional 40 long blocks to pick up my car that was still in the church parking lot. Uhm, yeah. I felt loved.

First China Brunchies got together for dinner at the Forchione's. This is the last time we will be together for two full years. I was still not up to par. Weak. Tired. Warm. But, I was hydrated and I left feeling more love. And, with a phrase book and a beautiful card to wish me the best on my Italian adventure.

I came home to Brio leaving the sweetest note and two bottles of water on my front door step. "You are not alone" she said. ..she stayed hydrated on our early morning bike ride.

And, now. Now, I'm at Christina's and Lindsay's. I was afraid to be alone tonight. I got scared. What if this feeling comes back? I don't want to be alone again if it creeps back up... I'm feeling sorry for myself so I'm sleeping on their couch. Just for the night.

Just breathe, Aurora.

I'm going to be ok. I have amazing people in my life that love me just as much as I love them. I am so lucky. I am so extremely lucky and blessed. Regardless if there is a body by my side or not, I will never be alone. I have loving people all around me. I'm going to be ok. ...I really am loved.

Just breathe, Aurora. Because you are going to Italy soon. You are going to ride that bus to the city centre and take that train to Turin. You are going to be all alone. You are going to breathe. And, you are going to be ok.

Friend

2009-06-20T13:10:00.002-05:00

I'm leaving for the beautiful country of Italy much sooner than I had anticipated. A friend of a friend is also traveling to Italy this summer. Friend. Leslie Friend. She is now my new amazing friend and we will be taking our journey through Italy together.

What this means is that I have a travel partner. A freaking travel partner. Someone to document and to see their point of view.

All of this has happened in a matter of days. I have a travel partner. My house and cats will be taken care of by Adriana and Paul, who have just moved back from Chicago to start anew here in Austin. These are both win/win situations. And, I am happy. Blissfully happy.

The only minor problem is that my lens is still in the shop for repair and will not be back for another 10-12 days. Blah. But, as soon as it arrives I will be on a plane and in Italy.

Leslie came over yesterday and we started our planning. We are focusing only on a place to live. We have reached out to all friends Italy and are awaiting to hear back from someone, with hopes that they may know someone that may know something in terms of shelter. We also budgeted our trip and are feeling strong about having a home base in Bologna for the first month.

It's so funny because we're both ok with the unknown. It's very possible that we will not book our shelter until we arrive. All we know and care about is that we will be in this country surrounded by all of the intricate details that come with it. The language, the food, the people. It's so exciting.

I still have yet to hear back from the priest, as I believe he is still getting settled. I do feel like I will hear from him soon enough, as Tornimparte is still where my heart wants to be, even if it's just for a couple of weeks.

The stars are aligning. I have a new Friend. Whom I think will be super to travel with.
Aurorina

Sublet Postings

2009-06-04T01:02:00.003-05:00

I've finally posted my home and two cats on craigslist for "sublet". The fact that I've done this makes my trip to Italy more finite and feels official. Kinda scary, really.

The priest has made his arrival in Italy a week ago and will be contacting me on the status of the great city of L'Aquila soon. My hopes are to live in Tornimparte with Franca for one month and Paola for another. I'm not sure why this hope hadn't registered sooner because it makes absolute sense to me. I have been to this city. I have made friends there and I can accomplish all five of my wants in this city. Need I say more?

I will work in a private vineyard - where the owner simply grows this amazing fruit to produce wine for himself! I've seen his vineyard. I've photographed his face. I've photographed his beautiful white grapes.

I will cook with an Italian. I've eaten at Paola's. For four hours straight as she kept bringing us only another delicious dish, right after another, just because that's what you do on Holy days there. Yes, I'm telling you a true story. It was incredible. Amazing!

I will take a bazillion photos. And, then a bazillion more.

I will volunteer. The priest, fingers crossed, will be assigned to the city of Tornimparte. Volunteering with him would be ever so wonderful. And, I'm still researching working with Italy's Red Cross to help the victims of the earthquake.

It's all just a hurry up and wait process right now. Power is out in surrounding cities of the earthquakes epicenter. And, one of those cities is Tornimparte. It is understood that people are living in tents outside of their homes to avoid vandalism of any sort. And, the city of L'Aquila is sadly non-existent.

It's summertime. Hot. Homeless. Powerless. Waterless. And, I will find out when I too can be a part of it all.

i have to do it without you

2009-06-04T00:38:00.006-05:00

words pain me.
the heart is heavy.
i sit in it all over again.
and just breathe.

i hate that in order to grow. said he.

Almost Homeless

2009-04-25T14:33:00.002-05:00

A Presto! Italia

2009-04-20T22:25:00.003-05:00

Yesterday I received an exciting phone call from Father Fabian. Father Fabian is an amazing priest, around my age, that I met in 2007. He welcomed my mother and I on our spectacular visit at his church in Torniparte in the summer of 2007. *The image above is from his chiesa (church) in Tornimparte in 2007. * Since then, he's moved to the US to study theology and English. We've managed to keep in touch and yesterday, I received a phone call from him.

The bishop has called him back to Italy to help re-build the city of L'Aquila, after the devastating earthquake. He needs a discounted flight back to Italy via my mom/airline. And, the only way this can happen is if she or her companion (me) travels with him. SO - it would appear that I am moving to Italy sooner than I had expected.

I will know more next Monday, but if all goes well - I will be volunteering at a church and helping those in L'Aquila!

I couldn't be more excited about this news and I hope and pray things will fall into place and make this a six month trip vs a three month trip to Italia.

A Presto! Italia
See you soon Italy.
Aurorina

precious charlotte hester, 1 full day

2008-05-23T22:38:00.003-05:00

vino

2008-05-15T23:15:00.001-05:00