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"the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance"


Hi there, my name is Hayley, and I'm a journalist. Eminem sings songs about me. This one time, I held a penguin. No big.



in spring of 2011, i went to Italy for a while. and lo, the great study abroad saga of florence, starring gelato, paninis, and some dude named michelangelo, was born.

now that I've graduated college, i'm fulfilling a high-school promise to myself to go work in a fishing village in the southern northern southern hemisphere that has no phones; you can now find me in ukraine samoa, stumbling my way through peace corps: take II with puletasi to spare. Wish me luck!

"Peace Corps: Take I" was my position with the TEFL program in Eastern Ukraine, starting in September of 2013 - you can read about my experiences and evacuation here. Слава Україні.

Disclaimer: I am using this blog to express my own personal opinions. It is not meant to represent the views of the Peace Corps or of the United States Government.

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13 October 12

How-to Florence

Not too long ago, a dear friend of mine stopped off in Florence for four nights on a whirlwind tour of Europe in general and Italy in particular. Seeing as I lived there for a while, she asked me for advice, and this is what I sent her:

HOW TO DO EUROPE FLORENCE WHEN YOU’RE BROKE
A Top 10 List 

1. You have to go to the Duomo. Definitely. I recommend climbing to the top of it as well, but that does cost money (i think like €8? getting into the Duomo itself is free) and there are a MILLION stairs, but the view from the top is pretty worthwhile. Behold:

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27 June 11
I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve decided that maybe I miss Florence a lot because every day was an adventure. So now I’ve decided to bring that here.
Florence was awesome, especially at the end, because I did something new and different every time I left the house. It’s hard to get bored like that. Today, I went to the Ventura Harbor for the first time, discovered once and for all that I don’t like fried fish, and confessed to Jenner that I have been stealing her stupid white girl impression for months now with little to no remorse. Let’s see what I do tomorrow. Wish me luck.

I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve decided that maybe I miss Florence a lot because every day was an adventure. So now I’ve decided to bring that here.

Florence was awesome, especially at the end, because I did something new and different every time I left the house. It’s hard to get bored like that. Today, I went to the Ventura Harbor for the first time, discovered once and for all that I don’t like fried fish, and confessed to Jenner that I have been stealing her stupid white girl impression for months now with little to no remorse. Let’s see what I do tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Reblogged: flight001

5 June 11
Alright, I’ve still got a lot to say about my travels, but I’ve been so busy looking for a job and trying to get rid of my shorts tan that I haven’t had time to write about much of anything. Probably there’ll be a lot of random photo posts in my near future. But in the meantime, check that out.
You know that Metallica song, “The thing that should not be”? This is that thing. When I was stuck in Rome Fiumicino airport, with only a canceled debit card and a whole €1.20 to my name, I tried to send my cell phone back to Florence. But as it turns out, the post office doesn’t take credit card. So I kind of sat there at the desk looking pathetic, waving my Visa around, until the guy punched in some numbers and told me “okay, I will send this box for €2” (only in Italian, so it was “d’accordo, la spedirò per solo €2”, which was sweet of him, considering it costs €1.60 to send a postcard). Sadly, this wasn’t exactly a huge help, ‘cause my €1.20 had yet to magically breed and produce €.80, at which point the guy in the line next to me leans over and throws down a €2 pity piece. God bless.
Anyway, the post office guy writes in the address I give him, and I write in the return to sender address, and then I make my way home through 52 hours of airport hell and am immediately put to work digging hillsides for my dad’s wedding (god I wish I was joking). I didn’t really think any more of it until this box appeared on my desk.
I know the post office screws up sometimes, but this is two continents worth of fuckup. On the bright side, I have just found the cheapest form of international shipping EVER. For the price of my dignity and some puppy-dog eyes, I managed to mail an entire box - which, for the record, usually costs at least $28 - from Italy to the states. For free. I’d be way more pumped if I didn’t have to figure out a way to get it back.

Alright, I’ve still got a lot to say about my travels, but I’ve been so busy looking for a job and trying to get rid of my shorts tan that I haven’t had time to write about much of anything. Probably there’ll be a lot of random photo posts in my near future. But in the meantime, check that out.

You know that Metallica song, “The thing that should not be”? This is that thing. When I was stuck in Rome Fiumicino airport, with only a canceled debit card and a whole €1.20 to my name, I tried to send my cell phone back to Florence. But as it turns out, the post office doesn’t take credit card. So I kind of sat there at the desk looking pathetic, waving my Visa around, until the guy punched in some numbers and told me “okay, I will send this box for €2” (only in Italian, so it was “d’accordo, la spedirò per solo €2”, which was sweet of him, considering it costs €1.60 to send a postcard). Sadly, this wasn’t exactly a huge help, ‘cause my €1.20 had yet to magically breed and produce €.80, at which point the guy in the line next to me leans over and throws down a €2 pity piece. God bless.

Anyway, the post office guy writes in the address I give him, and I write in the return to sender address, and then I make my way home through 52 hours of airport hell and am immediately put to work digging hillsides for my dad’s wedding (god I wish I was joking). I didn’t really think any more of it until this box appeared on my desk.

I know the post office screws up sometimes, but this is two continents worth of fuckup. On the bright side, I have just found the cheapest form of international shipping EVER. For the price of my dignity and some puppy-dog eyes, I managed to mail an entire box - which, for the record, usually costs at least $28 - from Italy to the states. For free. I’d be way more pumped if I didn’t have to figure out a way to get it back.

2 June 11
For the record, true gelato shouldn’t look like this in like, 12 different ways, but I DON’T CARE I’M GOING THROUGH WITHDRAWALS.
UUUUUUUUGH BUONTALENTI I WANT YOU IN MY MOUTH D:

For the record, true gelato shouldn’t look like this in like, 12 different ways, but I DON’T CARE I’M GOING THROUGH WITHDRAWALS.

UUUUUUUUGH BUONTALENTI I WANT YOU IN MY MOUTH D:

Reblogged: flight001


Tags: [ my study abroad ]
1 June 11
(That’s the Leaning Tower of Pisa in the Piazza dei Miracoli, as photographed out of my plane window as I left Tuscany. At this point I had just shed a winter coat, a leather jacket, a long sleeved shirt, another long sleeved shirt, a short sleeved shirt, my rainboots, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sweatpants, and was sitting there gratefully in a pool of my own clothes while the easyjet people looked on suspiciously)
Soooo I’ve been home for a week. And in that time, y’all have been getting queued posts about what I did during my 59-hour airport experience, so I figure I should write something new.
In that time I’ve been mostly running around like a crazy person, trying to get a job and organizing my dad’s wedding (which involved a preposterous amount of digging, good lord) so it hasn’t had time to sink in, really, that I was in Europe and now I’m not. Mostly it all just feels like a crazy dream. Nothing’s really changed.
I think I did good, tiring myself out in that last stretch. It made me really happy to be home instead of kind of depressed about it. It is weird now, that I can’t drink and that everything’s too far away to walk to and that I can make phone calls without feeling really horribly guilty about the bill (I think my cell phone cost me about $150 all told, whoops). People ask me what Florence was like and I don’t really know what to tell them. It was beautiful? I am on a first name basis with the train conductors? I never want to eat a pizza again?
I’m just in limbo at the moment, but it’ll go away, I’m sure. In the meantime, I’m living at the beach, yet I still have a shorts tan. How.

(That’s the Leaning Tower of Pisa in the Piazza dei Miracoli, as photographed out of my plane window as I left Tuscany. At this point I had just shed a winter coat, a leather jacket, a long sleeved shirt, another long sleeved shirt, a short sleeved shirt, my rainboots, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sweatpants, and was sitting there gratefully in a pool of my own clothes while the easyjet people looked on suspiciously)

Soooo I’ve been home for a week. And in that time, y’all have been getting queued posts about what I did during my 59-hour airport experience, so I figure I should write something new.

In that time I’ve been mostly running around like a crazy person, trying to get a job and organizing my dad’s wedding (which involved a preposterous amount of digging, good lord) so it hasn’t had time to sink in, really, that I was in Europe and now I’m not. Mostly it all just feels like a crazy dream. Nothing’s really changed.

I think I did good, tiring myself out in that last stretch. It made me really happy to be home instead of kind of depressed about it. It is weird now, that I can’t drink and that everything’s too far away to walk to and that I can make phone calls without feeling really horribly guilty about the bill (I think my cell phone cost me about $150 all told, whoops). People ask me what Florence was like and I don’t really know what to tell them. It was beautiful? I am on a first name basis with the train conductors? I never want to eat a pizza again?

I’m just in limbo at the moment, but it’ll go away, I’m sure. In the meantime, I’m living at the beach, yet I still have a shorts tan. How.

Posted: 12:02 AM
virginiachance:

But this 1980s version of Much Ado About Nothing works because of the chemistry between Tennant and Tate. Their slapstick comedy when apart – or listening in to others’ conversations – is superb, but together they combine an intensity and wit, which is exactly what Shakespeare intended for these two characters, with a modernity of delivery that makes these believable even set in the 1980s.
Much Ado is a good and funny play. Tennant and Tate make this a great play.
- The Spectator

I went and saw this when I was in London. Best £16 I ever spent.
I wasn’t really expecting the whole 1980’s thing and I got there late because I had to get from East Putney all the way to Chinatown, and so I slipped in about 20 minutes after the play started and David Tennant was standing up there in drag talking about how much of a chore this Beatrice woman is, at which point Donna Noble Catherine Tate walked in wearing a tux. She looked fierce. I was a tad confused. They did a fantastic job, though, and they had the audience in stitches the whole time.
There was a dance party at the end. I can die happy now that I have seen David Tennant bust a move.
Also, true story: when I was in the lobby buying my tickets, Catherine Tate walked by and said “hi” to me. (okay, so she said hi to the box office people, but I was in the way so I was sort of included by proxy, the word has never sounded so beautiful, she’s even more gorgeous in person, it was basically the best thing that ever happened and the box office people kept laughing at my face when I remembered to continue with the whole ticket buying thing).
Edit: Wow, I accidentally typed Donna Noble up there instead of her real name without even thinking about it, my b.
Edit edit: Did the same thing in the tags too. I JUST MISS HER SO MUCH.
(bookworm412, hopefully this clears some things up)

virginiachance:

But this 1980s version of Much Ado About Nothing works because of the chemistry between Tennant and Tate. Their slapstick comedy when apart – or listening in to others’ conversations – is superb, but together they combine an intensity and wit, which is exactly what Shakespeare intended for these two characters, with a modernity of delivery that makes these believable even set in the 1980s.

Much Ado is a good and funny play. Tennant and Tate make this a great play.

- The Spectator

I went and saw this when I was in London. Best £16 I ever spent.

I wasn’t really expecting the whole 1980’s thing and I got there late because I had to get from East Putney all the way to Chinatown, and so I slipped in about 20 minutes after the play started and David Tennant was standing up there in drag talking about how much of a chore this Beatrice woman is, at which point Donna Noble Catherine Tate walked in wearing a tux. She looked fierce. I was a tad confused. They did a fantastic job, though, and they had the audience in stitches the whole time.

There was a dance party at the end. I can die happy now that I have seen David Tennant bust a move.

Also, true story: when I was in the lobby buying my tickets, Catherine Tate walked by and said “hi” to me. (okay, so she said hi to the box office people, but I was in the way so I was sort of included by proxy, the word has never sounded so beautiful, she’s even more gorgeous in person, it was basically the best thing that ever happened and the box office people kept laughing at my face when I remembered to continue with the whole ticket buying thing).

Edit: Wow, I accidentally typed Donna Noble up there instead of her real name without even thinking about it, my b.

Edit edit: Did the same thing in the tags too. I JUST MISS HER SO MUCH.

(bookworm412, hopefully this clears some things up)

Reblogged: stormystormageddon-deactivated2

31 May 11
Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #83 - Memorize the tracklist of the CD playing in the airport cafe with the comfiest chairs (there were only 14 songs and three of them were Rihanna).

Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #83
- Memorize the tracklist of the CD playing in the airport cafe with the comfiest chairs (there were only 14 songs and three of them were Rihanna).


Tags: [ my study abroad ]
30 May 11
Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #28 - Try a Big Mac. I didn’t realize there were three buns involved – why on earth is that much bread necessary?

Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #28
- Try a Big Mac. I didn’t realize there were three buns involved – why on earth is that much bread necessary?

29 May 11
Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #136 - Build a super!Zoo in Zoo Tycoon, encompassing every single animal species available. Eventually get bored, fire the zookeepers, block off the exits, delete the cages to the lion and polar bear exhibits and instigate a man v. nature battle to the death.

Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #136
- Build a super!Zoo in Zoo Tycoon, encompassing every single animal species available. Eventually get bored, fire the zookeepers, block off the exits, delete the cages to the lion and polar bear exhibits and instigate a man v. nature battle to the death.

28 May 11
Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #214 - Raid the nearby Rome Fumicino Hilton and use their computers to check into BA flight. Also use their exceptionally clean handicapped bathrooms to do what passes for showering when you’re sleeping in an airport and steal a couple complementary tea bags on the way out.

Things Hayley did to kill time in Rome Fumicino Airport #214
- Raid the nearby Rome Fumicino Hilton and use their computers to check into BA flight. Also use their exceptionally clean handicapped bathrooms to do what passes for showering when you’re sleeping in an airport and steal a couple complementary tea bags on the way out.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh