Waste, Where?

One of the major differences between Italian culture and American culture is the way that waste is handled. On the tour of campus, one of the main areas covered was the recycling and compost bins. My group was given an extensive rundown of what products and packaging can be recycled, and photos are placed above the bins for even more clarification on what waste goes where. 

When walking around the city of Ariccia, I noticed that this was not unique to the palace, and everyone in town also had the same waste bins, separating non-recyclables, plastics, paper, and cans. Some states in America are lucky to even have recycling. Many cities cannot afford it. 

Speaking of food waste, Italians are extremely resourceful when it comes to their meat and produce. On our latest trip to a vineyard, we saw the harvesting of grapes. These grapes made oil, marmalade, and of course, wine. The cheese that was being made in front of us made prima salle, and the leftover liquid was used for a completely different type of cheese. When our group was being taught about meat, every single piece was used, and treated more respectfully. 

The relationship with clothing is different as well, buying quality over quantity, and acquiring more neutral colors so clothes can move from season to season. And, they last for years. Black never goes out of style, and I have noticed that it is the color of choice for Italian women. 

The attitude towards these raw materials are inspiring, and everything is cared for so much more. Clothes are meant to last a lifetime, and recycling and composting are a given here. When cooking, Italians view it in a restorative way, nourishing their bodies with food that has been locally sourced, and enjoying the ingredients from start to finish.

This is me molding cheese at our wine harvest. I bought a block of this cheese right after we ate it with the grape marmalade. It was the best cheese I have ever had.

Jessie Roller, Fall 2021

Forced Friendships!

I think that some of the hardest things to come to terms with before studying abroad was leaving behind my friends, my family, and my life in Auburn. It is scary knowing I am spending an entire semester with women, who for the majority, I have had little to no interaction with prior to this trip.

I started to get nervous: Will they like me? Do I annoy them? Do they wish I wasn’t around as much? However, the more time I spend with everyone, the more these fears fade away. I feel as though in such a short amount of time I have grown so close with these women, and it feels like I have known them for years! They are some of the funniest, nicest, easy-going, and supportive girls I have met during my time at Auburn, and I could not have met them at a more perfect time.

As a rising senior, it is not the easiest to make new friends and I know many of the people here are in the same boat. We are comfortable with our friendships at home, and we have been a part of the same organizations for some time now. It is not as easy to branch out and meet new people, and I did not always want to put in extra effort. That is why there is a beauty in “forced friendships.” We are all living under the same roof and are each other’s support system in a new place. I honestly could not think of a more perfect place to get to know people better.

It is all so different than what I am used to, and I would not have it any other way. I see traits in these women that I wish to embody, and I am finding more of myself as I get to know them. I can honestly say I have never had a group of friends like this before and I am so thankful for our forced friendship!

Ciao for now,

Morgan McWilliams

All of the Chigi babies after grape picking and wine tasting in Genzano!