Spencer Powers

Ta Ta for now

30 May 2018

So today was a very sad day...Had to pack all my gear and get into a van and made our way to the Roma airport. After making it through security and finally boarded the 10 1/2 hour flight to D.C. I might have shed a tear or two but I am pretty sure Anna cried too. You never realize how much a place means to you until you leave it.

Praising the Taxi Cat

Photo Credits: Lilly Santoro, 2018. Used with Permission

When nobody looks at the camera...

Photo Credits: Lilly Santoro, 2018. Used with permission.

We were so excited for this two and a half hour tour!

When Hannah pulls you into the Trevi Fountain...

Walking through through the entrance ready for a Gladiator fight!

Cloudy view of the foyer outside the Colosseum.

The mechanical elevators that rose lions and tigers into battle!

Decided to wave to the Colosseum on the way out of the train station!

Because apparently I am photogenic?

I guess we secretly like each other a bit...

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission

Just "Rome-ing" around town

26 May 2018 - 29 May 2018

After an adventurous, sunny, and hot day in Pompeii we continued our voyage to Roma. All nine of us packed into Vernon and had about another three hour drive because who doesn't love being cramped in a van for a long period of time? Once we got to Roma, Fabio dropped us off just outside so we could unpack all our luggage and took taxis to our respective apartments. Vanessa and I shared a cab to get to our apartment and shortly after Lilly and Hannah showed up. After lugging our bags up four flights of stairs (okay, we cheated a little bit and used the elevator). After a much needed shower and shave, we decided to go to dinner. As a group we came to a group consensus and decided to have an elaborate meal at the amazing McDonalds . In total the drive from Bernalda to Roma is about five hours so we split it up going about two hours to Pompeii to stretch our legs and see a pretty cool city. We finished our remaining three hours and got to Roma in the early evening and headed to our designated living space for the weekend. It was Lilly, Hannah, Vanessa, and I in one apartment and Marimar, Kayli, Tina, Anna and Fabio in the other hotel almost directly next to the Spanish steps. We all had our own rooms (even though I wasn’t supposed to, oops) in case we hated each other by the end of the trip (only slightly). We stayed in Roma for a total of two days and three nights.

One thing I noticed coming into Rome, the absence of Greek culture. In the south there was clear Greek roots. Through Metaponto, Bernalda, and Gallipoli there was a clear appreciation and acceptance for the Greek culture. Rome felt like a bigger claustrophobic tourist city. In my comparisons to Siena its more of a vacation destination to see with all the incredible landmarks such as the Vatican, Colosseum, Spanish Steps, and the St. Peter's Basilica. In my mind I compared to Rome to the likes of Paris. Its a cool place and you should see it but its flashy and known for its cool sights buts its no Siena, no Bernalda, no Metaponto. These cities are small and almost fly under the radar but are rich in culture that one can appreciate without a large tourist culture taking over.

On Sunday, I slept in too a late 8:30 in the morning. Yes, thats me sleeping in don't judge me! We decided to get some breakfast at a local coffee where I made sure to get some water for me (but mostly Marimar, because she usually drinks mine) and a breakfast treat. As Tina gobbled down three scones and a couple cappuccinos, we finished discussing our plans for the day. For the most part it was primarily a relaxing, exploration, go with the flow kind of day. The Pope was speaking around midday in the St. Peter's Square outside the Vatican. We skillfully made our way through the subway and made it to St. Peter's Square (as you might expect there were a ton of people). In an attempt to be the oldest, making a decisive decision, Marimar and I left the group to see if we can find a better way to get in. The polizia (state police ) and Carabinieri (federal military police) were guarding the gates so nobody could get in. And of course too much of our chagrin, as soon as we left the group they started letting people through. So Marimar and I enjoyed a view of the Pope's hand as he talked from a window (See Kayli's page for a better view of the Pope).

After an intense viewing of the Vatican we decided to take a two and a half hour tour of the Colosseum. We made our way through the subway and got off at the Colosseum and as Kayli puts it: "Bam! There is the Colosseum!"


Wow thats a "colossal" building...

Woah, thats a nice view!

Tina, why is your head tilted sideways?

When you have accidental camouflage with the Colosseum...

Being photobombed by the Colosseum...

Because mirror selfies in the elevator are so cool right?

Photo Credits: Hannah Mckinnis, 2018. Used with Permission

An inside view of the Colosseum.

An outside view of the Colosseum.

A view of the foyer outside the Colosseum featuring a wild Tina.



A pano of the foyer

A pano from inside the Colosseum

Various views of the archelogical sites in Pompeii.

A gorgeous view of Mount Vesuvius.

Some frescos that are still intact from the eruption.

I was "erupting" with excitement for today's adventures

26 May 2018

Today we packed everything up and loaded it all in Vernon the Van (who we have grown close with) and shipped out of Bernalda for the final time...It was a sad day as it started to set in that this trip is coming to a close and in a split second we will back in the States and back to reality. Like the last time, the trip flew by so I did my best to be sure to enjoy every moment, every memories, and every adventure we had on the way. Experiences like these teach you to cherish every day and live everyday like it’s your last because you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. In the wise words of Tim McGraw: “Live like you are dying”, meaning live life like it’s the most precious thing in the world so make every day count.

Despite the sorrow (and a single tear or two), we had the opportunity to stop in Pompeii on our journey to Roma. Pompeii is a interesting historic city that is know for being decimated by a volcano eruption from Mount Vesuvius. We saw the archeological sites of the aftermath of the city due to the eruption. Some of the buildings were still standing and the frescos were still very much in tacked, which amazed me. Fabio explained the eruption of the volcano was like two nuclear bombs as it wiped out men, women and children and everyone where they stood. The lava was hot that people and buildings just melted in addition to the hot ash that burned people and provided poison to breath in resulting in people dying within 3 minutes. Women died holding their children, people laying on the ground holding pillows, destroyed houses and buildings, the destruction must have been unimaginable. The site was huge and we didn't even see it all we stopped to get lunch and water because it was a super hot and sunny day. After we finished patrolling through the sites, we left and found a couple souvenir shops, which later triggered Tina’s awkward social encounters. I bought some small souvenirs that were made out of the volcanic rock from the volcano. I mean who wouldn’t want to own a part of a volcano right (or maybe I am just a dork)? Anna explained that the volcano is still active so it would be interesting to see if it erupts again in the near future and how much damage it would leave in its path.

After finally returning to the car to some warm air conditioning as we set our sights for the one and only Roma. In total the drive from Bernalda to Roma is about five hours so we split it up going about two hours to Pompeii to stretch our legs and see a pretty cool city. We finished our remaining three hours and got to Roma in the early evening as Fabio dropped us off prematurely so he could return the van. We each took taxis in pairs to our designated living space for the weekend. It was Lilly, Hannah, Vanessa, and I in one apartment and Marimar, Kayli, Tina, Anna and Fabio in the other hotel almost directly next to the Spanish steps. We all had our own rooms (even though I wasn’t supposed to) in case we hated each other by the end of the trip (only slightly). We then preceded to eat at dinner at McDonald’s because it’s a completely different experience in another country!

A description of the House of Ephebe.

Ci Vediamo

An Italian Goodbye

24 May 2018

Today was the last day of school in the internship, so yes it was a sad day. We got gifts and made cards for the teachers we worked so closely with in appreciation allowing us to learn with their students. Hannah showed off her artistic talents by sketching different drawings of Bernalda as the cover of the cards. We gave Paula (one of the hardworking teachers who worked with us) an orchid, her favorite plant along with a card and some Guilford College momentos. She worked so hard and tirelessly to make sure everyone was happy and their is no way we could thank her enough. We made sure all the teachers we worked with closely (Antonio, Imma, Lucilla, and Donatella and of course Paula) got something special to show that their hardwork and determination didn't go unnoticed with gifts of Guilford College wallets, pens, and planners. The principal opened up by thanking us for coming and it was a pleasure for us to be able to work with his students. The mayor of Bernalda made an appearance to show his appreciation for sharing our culture with the community of Bernalda. The students wanted to show us a play that they put on in April about Pythagorus, which was interesting and I could tell they worked hard and took pride in their efforts. The students showed us so much love while showing off their musical talents and sang songs. Some played the guitar, tambourine, bag pipes, while others sang to show their appreciation. They started dancing and teaching us some traditional and wedding dances as we danced to the wonderful music prepared for us. After the intense dancing and a sweat stain or two, we got on stage to read a poem we prepared What I've Learned by Maya Angelou. No words can describe how thankful I am for the opportunity to be able to come back to Italy to work with the students while increasing my knowledge base creating a once in a lifetime experience.

After the festivities we went into the principal's office (I promise I didn't do anything bad this time) and we thanked him giving him his gifts to show our appreciation. Tina was finally able to give Paula her beautiful Orchid so she didn't have to look super awkward carrying it around everywhere. They prepared us some snacks and finger foods, which were a delicious way to close out the internship.

After leaving the school, we went home to rest and get caught up on some more work. At 4:30 we had a group tour of the Bernalda Castle given to us by some generous students. It is not yet open to the public but they pulled some strings for us to be able to tour it, which was very nice of them. After the history lesson on the Bernalda Castle, Paula took us out shopping for some souvenirs showing us where some good stores were. After a couple hours of intense shopping we had a couple drinks before heading to a restaurant to eat outside. We got orders of chicken, beef, salad, bruschetta, and horse. Yes, I said horse. It was delicious even though Anna threatened to fail me for eating it...but me being an adventurous eater and willing to try anything I wanted to try it because it sounded interesting and it is part of the culture. Despite early mornings, and constant running around between classrooms, the experiences in the school will be greatly cherished and used to help become a better educator, person, and friend.

Paula and I in the gym after saying goodbye.

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission.

After receiving "Campionati Studenteschi" (student championship) gold medals.

Donatella and I the very last day in the school.

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We sometimes like each other...

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Building bridges between cultures through passion and music.

Just two gym teachers enjoying the festivities.

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission

Group tour of the castle with our Italian guides.

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Giving the director of the school a bottle of wine to show our gratitude.

Photo Credits: Kayli Blankenship, 2018. Used with permission.


A view from the harbor.

I'll "Lecce" know what happened

21 May 2018

We left Castro around 10 Monday morning after eating a good breakfast provided by the hotel. We made a group consensus to visit the beach town of Gallipoli on our way to Lecce. Fabio really likes Gallipoli and wanted us to see a typical beach city in Italy so we decided to check it out. Gallipoli is a peninsula that runs in a south west direction towards the Aegean Sea. The word Gallipoli is the Italian word of the Greek name Kallipolis, which means "Beautiful City". Gallipoli was known as the Thracian Chersonesus from the Greek word "peninsula" to the Greeks and Romans. It was the location of several prominent towns such as Cardia, Elaeus, Sestos and Madytos. Gallipoli was famous for its wheat and its strategic location on the main shipping route between Europe and Asia (The Thinking Traveler, Wikipedia). I found Gallipoli a "beautiful city" like it says with the awe-inspiring beaches and clear blue water. We only spent a couple hours walking through the city buying souvenirs and eating dinner.

After we finished buying souvenirs for ourselves and loved ones we embarked on our journey to Lecce. Lecce is a historic city of almost 96,000 people located in southern Italy in the province of Lecce. It is commonly referred as "The Florence of the South" due to its rich Baroque architecture. Lecce has a long traditional history of Greek culture going back to when Messapi founded the city and are said to have been Cretans in Greek records. "Lecce stone" is a particular kind of limestone that is one of the city's main exports.

When we finally arrived in Lecce, I felt an immense feeling of Deja Vu. It felt like I was in Florence again but a smaller version. Anna commonly brought up what if we referred to Florence as "The Lecce of the North". This made me think as if I experienced Lecce first would I switch the saying. I think more people see Florence as a vacation destination due to its extensive tourism and history. However, I think Lecce has the capacity to have just as much tourism if not more then Florence.


I was feeling a little "salty" today

20 May 2018

Today we were able to sleep in a little bit and have a relaxing start to the today. I decided to get some much needed rest before going to breakfast around 9:30. After breakfast, I put my nice palm tree suit(sorry not speedo) on and got some sunscreen (so I become bronze and not a lobster). For the rest of the morning a couple of the girls and I went to the pool to relax and get a killer Baywatch tan. For lunch I had a delicious smoked salmon and artichoke sandwich before embarking on a killer adventure on the water. We boarded the boats and went on a fun boat tour across the Mediterranean Sea to see some cool caves off the coast of Italy. We took two boats splitting us up into two groups with Anna, Hannah, Tina, Kayli, and Lilly on one boat and Fabio, Marimar, a lovely Italian couple, and myself on the other. It was a beautiful day with a blue sky to show of the awe-inspiring views. I decided to not take my phone because knowing me it would be consumed by the beast we know as the sea. I figured others would bring cameras so I wasn't too worried. I was focused on taking in every view for what it was and embraced it as long as I could.

After seeing a couple small caves, we dropped anchor and went for a nice swim in the nice warm Mediterranean Sea (it felt just like bath water). After diving in, I got a mouth full of delicious salt water in my mouth causing me to be a little salty for a bit. We decided to swim to a nearby beach and climbed on the rocks as Anna took pictures from the nice dry and safe boat. After getting off the boat I could feel the salt on my back so when we got back to the hotel I needed to clean the salt off before setting for some more exploring.

When you match the pretty pink flowers...

This view never gets old..

Marimar secretly hates me...

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission

The view from inside one of the caves.

Photo Credits: Hannah Mckinnis, 2018. Used with permission

The water is so blue!

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Had to get a picture in front of the view.

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The view of the other boat from inside the cave.

Photo Credits: Hannah Mckinnis, 2018. Used with permission

The beginning of a Southern Italy sunset.

A nice four course family dinner at the hotel.

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission

View of some of the caves from the boat.

Photo Credits: Hannah Mckinnis, 2018. Used with permission

The sunset coming over the top over the pool.

Battle wounds from swimming too hard...


A good view of the roofs in Alberobello.

The streets of Alberobello featuring a wild Hannah and Fabio.



When you realize you are living the dream.

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission

Lets get to the "Point"

19 May 2018

Today we we did double duty today: part time teachers in the morning and part time adventurers in the afternoon. This morning in the internship was full of meeting new students who we haven't had the pleasure to meet yet. In the three classes the students asked us questions regarding, University, life in the US, how we feel about Bernalda, etc. In an attempt to get to know the students better we also asked them questions. One group in particular was very interested in our culture as they asked a lot of questions and at the end wanted to take group pictures and a selfie or too.

After we got out of school around 11:15, we went back to the apartment to finish packing and shipped out to Alberobello. It was a small tourist town in Puglia so we walked through the city (and up some hills of course) seeing the unique architecture of houses and buildings. We saw a little church where Anna explained how Jesus is usually at the center of the art and the Madonna (Virgin Mary) in the blue. We were going to explore more of the city but Fabio said most of the city is like what we saw so we decided to just go to the tourist shops and get some souvenirs (and of course some gelato). Anybody who knows me can say that one of my favorite things to do is to explore and usually get lost (I prefer adventurously displaced). I would have been okay with exploring the rest of the city. But I was okay getting some souvenirs then shipping out to the hotel in Castro. I really liked Alberobello even though we only stayed for a few hours because of the unique style of the houses and the buildings. The souvenir shops and the houses both had pointed roofs with symbols having different meanings. The symbols included Christian such as a heart with an arrow through it, a cross, to demonstrate different Christian beliefs and values. Fabio explained to us that about the significance of the roofs and why they built that way. The roofs on the houses were built like they were as a way to maximize their resources. The roofs are constructed with two skins, an inner and an outer skin. The inner skin is of limestone voussoirs capped by a closing stone while the outer skin is made up of limestone that tilt slightly outward to make certain the structure is watertight. The roofs were built in a way so they can be removed without damaging the rest of the structure of the house. This was used to avoid paying taxes on their roofs, as the tax collector came the roof was removed then after the collector left the roof was put back up.

After having some gelato and finished shopping we packed into the van and embarked on our journey to Castro to stay at our nice hotel Piccolo Mundo on the water. It was a nice little hotel with amazing views of the Adriatic Sea and on a nice clear day their is a small possibility one could make out Albania or Greece.

A street view in Alberobello.

How I feel about all of Anna's close ups...

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission.

A pano from the roof of a souvenir shop.

Jumping through hoops

The tale of a history major teaching basketball and World War II

18 May 2018

Today was a productive day as I had the opportunity to teach two classes today. I began the day playing some volleyball in gym class. It was an enjoyable experience as gym class and playing sports has always been one of my strengths. Growing up, I played a wide variety of sports from baseball, soccer, basketball, wrestling, and recently picked up the game of rugby in college. Sports have always been a big part of my life growing up and I always felt like I was in my element. I would consider myself a kinesthetic and experimental learner because I learn best by watching, doing, and experimenting with the material. So when it comes to sports I naturally just thrive and succeed. If you put me in a mathematics classroom and start talking to me about fractions its going to seem like we are speaking two different languages.

To start of the day, I played a couple games of volleyball with the students for the first hour of gym class. After playing some volleyball in small groups, a couple of the gym teachers asked if I could teach a group of Italian students some basketball. I said absolutely I would love to help teach students to play some basketball. I have always wanted to be a coach so it gave me some much needed experience coaching and instructing. It was a little difficult at first as I had to remember to speak slowly and clearly to be sure that the students understood what I was saying. To start off I asked how many have played basketball or have had experienced in playing. I wasn't sure how many were bug basketball player because I know many students are big into football (soccer) here. I can see while playing volleyball that many use their feet and heads similarly to what you would do during a football match. After I got a small survey of their basketball knowledge, I put the their skills to the test in a drill I used to do when I was younger. We would have two lines to practice our layups with one line doing the layup and the other line would practice their rebounds. They seemed a little rusty in the beginning as they were struggling a bit. Have no fear I went over some shooting techniques explaining to use their legs as help getting enough strength to shoot the ball into the basket. After I went through the mechanics of shooting making sure I kept everything simple in an attempt to avoid over complication, I let them practice what they learned an they started making baskets like they have been doing it for years. A coach that made me feel good as it made me feel like I was doing something right and that I was a good coach. After a couple times through the line practicing their shooting, I split them up into two teams and we had a mini half court simulated scrimmage game. It went pretty well as they seemed to enjoy it while implementing a competition aspect to the game to see how they do with defenders and a simulated game situation. Overall, the class seemed to go pretty well while it seemed like the students learn something and had some fun while doing so. It seemed to be a success because they seemed to want me back to teach another class.

After the intense gym class session full of volleyball and basketball Vanessa, Anna, Fabio, and I went to the lobby and waited for the teacher, Antonio to bring us to the classroom for me to help Antonio teach a lesson about World War II. I helped teach about the attack on Pearl Harbor from the US point of view. It was not what I expected as Antonio and I worked off each other as I spoke in english to help explain pearl harbor and he elaborated in Italian to ensure they got what they needed for the test. Later Fabio and Anna added to the discussion talking about how the war was fought primarily on European soil. It was more than just me teaching about the attack on Pearl Harbor it was more a give and take. I was giving them a perspective of the war that I learned but also I wanted to learn about the Italian perspective of the war. It was a privilege and an honor to share a subject I am interested as a way of sharing my knowledge with others.

Teaching some Italian students how to play basketball.

Photo Credit: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission


The whole gang featuring historic caves dwellings of Matera.

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The girls and I in the 2019 Cultural Capital of Europe.

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Kayli wanted to make sure I got my upper body workout in so she could see the bones in the cemetery.

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When they told me I couldn't photo bomb anymore....

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission.

This City Was Rockin'

15 May 2018

Today we took a fun (somewhat educational) excursion to Matera, which lies in a canyon that has been carved out by the Gravina River. Matera is one of the oldest cities in the world as it has been inhabited for the past 10,000 years. Previously, Matera was seen as the shame of Italy and now it has become Italy's pride: out of 21 contenders, UNESCO declared Matera to be the 2019 Cultural Capital of Europe. In past years, cities such as Paris, Florence, and Dublin have been picked for this prestigious honor. Therefore, it is a big deal for a city like Matera to earn this kind of title.

I am so happy we were able to see this beautiful city before it becomes a tourist destination because it allowed me to appreciate the beauty of the the ancient caves people used to live in before 1956. After 1956, people were forced to leave their cave dwellings and lived in houses built by the state. This trip "rocked" as we were able to see an ancient city before it becomes a tourist city.

This city is absolutely beautiful and I highly recommend visiting if not for the historic reasons but just for the aesthetic beauty this place gives off. Imagine living here waking up to the breathtaking views of the old caves and the ravine cutting through the city. Similar to other European cities, you will be in incredible shape due to the intense amount of hills and constant walking to your destination.

On the way to Matera we talked about Carlo Levi's description in his book Christ Stopped at Eboli and how he described the mountains and scenery being grey and dead. Driving up to Matera, I had a completely different experience. Everything was green and alive with spectacular views of the mountains anywhere you turned. Matera is a stunning city with 10,000 years of history and I highly recommend putting on top of your bucket list.

But when we finally stepped out of the stuffy van there was a sense of home feeling when we arrived back in Bernalda. I felt this feeling when we stepped off the bus in Siena after fall break back in 2016. It it something about these amazing cities that pulls you in and casts you under their spell and never lets you free. Its an amazing feeling and if you get the opportunity to feel it, embrace it and run with it never letting it go.

Fabio giving us a riveting history lesson on Matera.

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission.

Marimar is not amused by my antics...

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When they say you are the only guys on the trip...

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The bed inside a typical cave dwelling in Matera.

A view of the bread basket and the back of the cave.

A view of the kitchen inside the cave dwellings.

Just in case you have the "runs" you don't have to run very far.

A description of the history of the St. Peter of Monterrone Rock Church.

A nice family dinner at Radcici Osteria in Puglia.

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission

We sometimes like each other.

Trying to jumpstart my modeling career.

When you accidentally look over the wrong shoulder...

Above: Matera loves photo bombing me.

Right: Tina thinks she's a model too...

Left: Marimar thinks I smell...

Right: There is a big rock in the way of our picture...


Top: A picture featuring my good side.

Middle: Who doesn't love zip lines?

Bottom: Ew cooties...

Top: Stylin' and profilin'

Bottom: Flower muggin'

Top: Tina and I trying to take a good photo featuring a wild Hannah in the background.

Bottom: The Dream Team.

Ain't No Mountain High Enough

A tale of a Flying Angel with a Go Pro

13 May 2018

Today was the monthly market in Bernalda all down the main street right outside my apartment. In my sad attempt to pack light I only packed two pair of pants. I decided it would be a good idea to get another pair of pants so I don't have to wear one pair of pants all week in the school and look like a buffoon. I got a couple nice snazzy pink Italian polos and button down shirts. Fabio acted liked our Italian dad as he helped the girls with trying on clothes, bartering the prices, and of course holding all their bags of clothes.

After we finished shopping we piled back into the stinky van (which has now been named Vernon) and shipped out to go jumping off a mountain because who doesn't love jumping of big mountains. On the way to the Southern Dolomites, we had a mini class session discussing the Carlo Levi book to see how we compare Levi's description of the scenery to our own thoughts and experiences. When we got to the Dolomites, we were surrounded by awe-inspiring views of mountains in every directions. As you can see from the pictures, we matched in our "Pick our Brain" shirts because who doesn't love looking at a bunch of touristy college Americans walking around the mountains of Southern Italy.

While Fabio parked the car, we got some nice group pictures to show off how cute we looked in our matching brain shirts. We walked up the city and saw more amazing views that my pictures cannot do justice. The only justice that could be done is actually being there and seeing the views (I am also not a great photographer). The city was small and hilly, which reminded me of a couple cities near Siena: Montalcino and Montepulciano. It was a very small town that seemed to have a very small strong community vibe too it, which I liked a lot. It reminded me of the atmosphere in Bernalda. In Bernalda, everyone knows each other and there are not very many tourists so they notice that you are an outsider.

Il Volo dell’Angelo or the Flight of the Angel is a high speed zip line showcasing awe-inspiring views as you fly between two mountains and over the valley. The zip wire reaches speeds of up to 120 km/h or about 75 mph and traveling approximately 1020 m up in the air.

We went to the ticket office to get our tickets for the zip line off the mountains, which was only 40 euros for a single person jump. We decided to get some pizza before we jumped so we devoured about four pizzas by ourselves to get a nice pizza high before the daunting task of zip lining off a mountain. After gobbling down some four cheese and margherita pizzas, we started making our way to the jump spot where we said bye to Anna, Fabio, and Vanessa as they decided to take photos of our funny faces zip-lining across instead of jumping. Soon after a van took us part way up then dropped us off so we could complete the 15-20 minute walk up the massive hill (we may or may not have been out of breath at the end). When we finally went up to the first jump point we suited up in our harness/massive cooking aprons. I was in charge of filming while we were up there with the GoPro we rented for the duration of the zip lining (no pressure). I went first and got the gorgeous view as I felt like a very stiff, tall, less muscular superman flying through the air. I finished and took off my gear as I waited for the girls to make it over (had to get them looking silly too). We walked through a different city and saw the amazing views as we made it to the second jump point. This walk was probably not as long but just as hilly but it was still a "hill" of a good workout. We got our gear on once again, however this time I went last so I could get everyone leaving the jump point. After the second jump I told Anna how much my eyes were watering (I promise I wasn't crying) from the wind despite looking like I watched a Nicholas Sparks movie.

The scenery was incredible almost anywhere we turned there was a stunning views that made for some great backgrounds to our stupid model poses. The pictures I took won't do the views justice and in this case seeing really is believing. If you don't like heights or not a big fan of daredevil style activities then it is still worth it to experience the mountains.

Top: The Bernalda crew (including Anna).

Bottom: I guess you can say I am a ladies man...

Top: The girls and I after the second jump.

Middle: Me getting unclipped after the second jump

Bottom: A candid photo after the second jump

Photo Credits: Anna Pennell, 2018. Used with permission

Showing off our superhero strength .

This picture "summits" up this trip pretty nicely!

Too School for Cool

12 May 2018

Being in the school and interacting with the kids is a whole lot of fun. I learned a lot just by talking to a few of the students. We talked about the differences between how the schools differ here in Bernalda then in the States. Here in Bernalda, they go to school 6 days a week and are in school from 8:15-1:15. In my high school experience we only went to school for 5 days a week Monday-Friday but were in school 7:40-2:15 daily. Instead of the students switching classrooms their teachers switch classrooms, which I thought was interesting as well. When I was in high school we had four periods with a lunch/class block. We learned in class that even though people from Bernalda are really proud people, a lot of them want to leave to get a better education or move north for more opportunities. I had a couple really meaningful conversations with the students regarding what school was like here in Bernalda and if they want to stay here. I got a range of mixed answers from staying in Bernalda, moving north to Siena or Rome, or even moving to a different country in Europe.

As a future educator, I activate my teacher brain observing what the students are doing and how they interact with their teachers in the classrooms. One of my first observations was that many of the students had their phones out but weren't trying to hide it. In my personal experiences with school in the US many students would text or use social media but would attempt to hide it. However, after discussing our observations in class we concluded they might be using their phones in a positive way such as google translate in an attempt to help further their learning.

Many days in the school start with us in front of the room and their teacher speaks to them in english and almost puts them on the spot. I noticed that many of the students were afraid to speak up and explain what they have been studying in class because they felt their english skills were sub par . The material they have been studying ranges from the Romantic Age, William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, and writers like Virginia Woolf and William Blake.

This would be a good place I would try to the incorporate ideas of what Anna has taught us regarding what means to be a cultural competent educator and how it may feel if we have immigrants or refugees who don't speak your language in our classrooms. Listening to a Latin lecture in Italian kind of gave me that feeling. The teacher was speaking in Italian so I didn't understand much o. That experience allowed me to understand and feel what it may be like to be in a classroom where you don't speak the language. After that we were able to work in small groups and work closely with the students. Generally they would read aloud in English and I would help them if they got stuck with any words. After they finished reading, I would usually ask if they had any questions about the reading or if they wanted me to expand on a topic. If that didn't spark too much discussion I always tried to ask a thought provoking question to get them to think critically and analyze what they read while also practicing their English with no pressure from the teacher and the whole class.

Talking about sports, video games, and other guy stuff.

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Vanessa is not amused by my corny jokes...

Attempting to avoid Marimar's wrath.

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"Acing" this game of volleyball.

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The Bernalda squad meeting the students on the first day.

Hannah, Vanessa, and I working with some of the students in the school.

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When you have the same tennis shoes...

When you are the only one who laughs at your jokes...

A picture with one of the classes we worked with.


"Orange" you happy for some vitamin C?

Fabio was making fun of me for wearing sandals with socks and I kept stepping in thorns...not the smartest life choice.

Sorry about my resting "beach" face.

We were "rockin" out on the beach.

Tis the "sea-son" for some beach pics.

Another shot of the farm.

"Orange" you happy for some Italian adventures?

10 May 2018-11 May 2018

10 May

These two days were full of adventures, laughs, and some stupid jokes. We began Thursday the 10th, in the school working with the students in many different forms. This was our first real day in the school where we primarily introduced ourself to the students and began immersing ourselves in the culture. They asked us questions about who we were and about how life was in the United States while practicing their english. Many of them seemed shy when they were introducing themselves as if they were not confident in their english. I did my best to help those who were struggling while giving them confidence as it is okay to mess up. They seemed very interested in our culture but were not so sure how to ask questions they might have had.

11 May

Today began similar to Thursday as we were in the school early interacting with the students and helping teach them about Virginia Woolf, World War I, and World War II. It was very rewarding as I was able to help pass on some of my knowledge and they seemed appreciative of that. The second class period we were originally placed in a Latin class but the teacher didn't speak english and didn't seem too pleased with us being there so we were taken to a different class where the kids asked us questions regarding school and what life is like in the states.

After school, we went to the beach where we saw the Ionian Sea and saw what beach life was like in Southern Italy. Walking down to the beach I noticed that they had umbrellas on the beach and Anna explained to us that during the summer season the locals come down to the beach and they have their umbrella that they use for the summer, which I found pretty interesting. We didn't go swimming in the water because we saw a couple of dead jellyfish washed up on the shore and several in the shallow water. We touched one of the dead jellyfish to feel its texture but of course we did not touch the stingers because I really did not want to explain to mom and dad how I got stung by a dead jellyfish!

After we finishing taking some model type photos at the beach, we went to Fabio's family farm where we met one of his brother's, his wife, and two sons. They have a beautiful house in the country where they grow artichokes and olives. They also have many animals including several dogs, a couple cats, chickens, bunnies, sheep, turtles, and geese. After eating a delicious aperitivo we got to experience what a sample evening in an Italian family may look like. After we finished eating and talked a while we had some fresh gelato and strawberries, which was absolutely delicious. As a group we decided to help clean up as we just got cooked a delicious apertivo so it was the least we could do. In my household growing up, usually those who didn't cook were in charge of cleaning up after dinner. After we helped clean up we got a tour of the Greek ruins in Metaponto, a small municipality of Bernalda in the province of Matera where only about 1,000 people live. A couple of the students from the school helped give us a tour of the Greek ruins and showed us the the ruins of Hera's temple. It started to rain so we hid under the very small cover that was provided by the temple. And of course while we waited out the rain, Anna being Anna took a lot of pictures of us posing under the ruins. After the rain subsided, Fabio took us to the Mueso Di Metaponto where we saw many of the greek artifacts. Fabio explained to me how this portion of Italy used to be a greek colony when it was founded by the Greeks at the end of the 6th Century BC. As a young history buff, I found it super cool that it used to be an Ancient Greek colony and now is an Italian village set up to show off their Greek roots.

I was blown away by the scenery and how amazing of host's Fabio's family was. The food was amazing and we toured the farm and learned how to make calzones for dinner to end an intense day of adventures.

Running off that water weight.

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A view of our picnic area where we were treated by amazing hosts.

Suns out puns out.

Helping make the calzones featuring Hannah's infamous bunny ears...

Chickens, roosters, ducks, oh my!

I was sad because I spit out my orange...

One of the many cute doggos that roamed around the farm. It really "ticked" me off I couldn't pet them.

Calzones and some Italian pigs in a blanket.

Who doesn't love a "berry" good pie!

Another good pie that was apricot flavored.

When you don't know how to take a selfie...

A completed diagram of Hera's temple.

A map showing where Metaponto is located.

One of the many artifacts in the Mueso.

The group under the ruins of Hera's temple.

Fabio dropping a history lesson on the Greek ruins of Metaponto.

"Spencer, everything is not an action shot" -Anna

An explanation of the Temple of Hera.

Went for a quick swim in the Atlantic...became adventurously displaced

9 May 2018

Arriving in Bernalda was quite the experience as it was not what I expected. As someone who previously studied in the northern city of Siena I had some understanding of Italian culture. I immediately saw some distinct differences that I saw through my jet-lagged goggles. The most obvious distinction was the size of the two cities. Siena is much bigger than Bernalda and is more of a tourist city with a city wall and a larger population. Bernalda on the hand is a much smaller community where everyone knows each other and Bernalda did not have the same vibe too it, which I thought was super interesting how southern Italy is like a whole different world from the north. It is similar to the states with the south has a different personality and style of living in the north as with the east and the west. Bernalda has only 12,480 people compared to Siena's 53,772 people, which is a huge difference.

When going for an early walk through the streets of the city with Vanessa she explained to me how it reminds of her of Puerto Rico, which I found rather interesting because it stimulated my thought process of comparing my experiences from my previous trip in Siena. If you want to check out more about my adventures in Siena feel free to check out my blog Spencer Goes to Italy .The community is so small that they knew who we were when we walked around town (who's that handsome thin tall guy?) and word immediately went around regarding who we were. I compared the community aspect of it to life at Guilford College as one of the core values for Guilford is community so it was interesting to see the differences and similarities between the two different types of communities. I am looking forward to exploring and interacting with a different parts of Italy.

The toughest thing coming back was readjusting to Italian culture after being back in my culture back home for the past two years. I learned a little bit of Italian and got pretty good at understanding Italian by the time I left after 3 months immersing into the culture and doing my best to become a temporary local. Coming back it was almost a culture shock again even though I've had a similar experience. But then I quickly adjusted within the first day or two.

This picture is a view of a street in Bernalda taken from the balcony of my apartment

This is a view down a street in Bernalda from the balcony of my apartment.

My roommates Vanessa, Marimar, and I on our balcony in Bernalda.

This picture is very "attractive".