sarah price, soprano

chronicling my adventures with music and life, wherever it takes me

Tutto e follie nel mondo …

So! So, it’s been quite some time since I updated, correct? My bad, folks, though I will say there’s good reason for the delay, which I hope to outline below. Because outlines are my favorite when it comes to planning. (True fact.)

1. School started again. (I may have already covered that. If I did, oopsie.)

2. I’m going to do a senior recital this semester (date and location TBA, unfortunately) and a concert at St. John’s on October 4th as part of the Westobou Festival. Same night is the ASU Gala Concert (come hear everyone in the department do their thing, including my not-very-dead Violetta). Already have a something lined up for Christmas outside of Amahl, though I have the feeling that might become a couple somethings. By the way, if I didn’t say already, dates for Amahl are November 30th and December 1st at Woodlawn United Methodist Church (just down the street from ASU), and then December 7th and 8th at the ASU Performing Arts Theater.

3. Since coming back from Italy, I figured out that I lost nearly 30 pounds while I was there. That’s a big number, and I want it to increase! So, with all the determination I can muster, I have signed up for a ten-week weight loss challenge program at my local gym. (Their version of “Biggest Loser,” I suppose.) And there’s no hiding that I really would like to win, haha! I won’t say how much I need (or it might be better said that I would like) to lose, but let’s just say the number is high enough that I’m willing to take it a day at a time. And I want to do it now, while my body is still young enough to respond well to it. So, to my health – and yours! I’m considering a vlog to go with it, but am not yet sold on the idea.

4. Yes, yes, grad school. Yes, yes, young artist programs. Yes, I just got my subscription to Classical Singer and Auditions Plus, have updated my YAP Tracker resume, and am scoping out the things I think I could try. Got recommendations?  Please drop me a line.

I can’t remember if I’ve forgotten anything, but then that’s usually the case with things you forget, right? I’ll be posting an updated senior recital program too, so look for that. Oh, and a happy Labor Day weekend to you all – have fun and be safe.

Baci-Baci-Baci.

 

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

Ah, folks. I’ve been all head-over-feet in getting used to America again — after a lovely couple of days in Florida seeing family, then back to home again and doing home-stuff — and now it’s almost time for the semester to start again. Crazy, huh? You can’t imagine how happy I am to really report that this semester is the last one for me, and December will — it really will! — be my turn to get a diploma. (Even better: so far, I don’t have to show up on campus until noon on Monday/Wednesday and 1pm on Tuesday/Thursday! Day job? I hope so.)

Right now, I’m doing my best to prepare for Amahl and general rep changes, and I’m really thankful that my level of stress this time around will be relatively less. The only “academic” class I’m really taking is Spanish, and that’s because it’s about time I tried learning it. (It’s probably the only language I haven’t tried learning, and that attempted list includes more crazy things like Japanese and Hungarian.) Kinda bummed that I can’t take more French or Italian, but there you go.

I’ll keep you all posted with anything that comes up, which will include my senior recital, so keep your ears out for that. Signing off for now.

All the best e baci a tutti.

Christmas is coming (already)

The goose is getting fat? But anyway, here’s the original performance (squee!) of what I’m learning for December. Enjoy.

Doing housekeeping

Okay, so, I’m still slightly jet-laggy and a little under the weather (readjusting to America, I’d say), but I’ve been a productive little girl and have added (though not captioned) a good deal of photos. (After counting, I took over 400, but I believe I’ve only attached maybe 100 here, more likely less than that. Don’t quote me on it, though. When I’m feeling a little more up to it, I’ll do my usual thing and add fun captions, and probably add more general photos (i.e., photos that are from home life or something like it).

You can see new photos here and here and also here, too. Hope you enjoy.

Alla spiagga

And here I am in St. Augustine, Florida. (Six hours of driving yesterday and lots of jet lag later.) Finally have seen my parents – very happy to see them – and I’m ready to relax a bit before things get crazy again.

Baci.

Stanca

And I’m back in America, folks. Got a few hours until we get home, but until then, all the best.

Niente paura

And as this might suggest, it is both 2am (3am to me) and I’m writing this from Dublin Terminal 2. Success part one. (I am really tired.) 

Baci mille.

Lo stesso

And hello again. This time, I’m writing to you from the lobby of the Hotel Massimo D’Azeglio in the near center of Rome. I’ve spent last night and some of today walking around and seeing the sights (last night was my dry run with a map, so I could look touristy in a less noticeable way, and because of that, today I didn’t have to use it maybe but once). I was going to try and meet up with some of the group from LML, but I got really tired, and the bed was very comfy … so you can see where that went. In my stumbling around last night, I saw a whole lot (apparently Via Cavour is like a straight line to the Roman Forum, which is the street I’ve been on) – the Colosseum, the Forum, the Capitol Museum, the Trevi Fountain, and a whole lot more. This morning I looked less lost and also went to see the Spanish Steps. Because I’m not exactly made of money, I decided to do this the best way possible – I took pictures and didn’t go on the tours. (I still have to worry about how much overcharge I’ll have to pay for Ryanair.)

And this might be a good time to introduce some things I’ve learned that could help people coming to Italy (or for the first one, overseas).

Travel tip one: For those of you that don’t know, Ryanair charges out the rear for excess baggage weight. So, if you’re like me and going overseas for an extended period of time, like say a month or so, just fly direct with another airline. It’s cheaper in the long run. Also, if you pick the lower baggage weight (because you think you can pack light), be aware that you can’t go back and change it once you pay. (Super-suckage.) Lesson learned. Ryanair is good for weekend getaways or a week-long vacation, not long-term travel.

Travel tip two: Use any Italian you have in your word arsenal. It makes people more disposed to be nice to you over here. Yes, lots of people in hotels and shops and such speak English, it’s true, but when you can order your food or ask to check in to your hotel in the native tongue, somehow it opens a little door that makes the transaction that much nicer or efficient. Essentially, you look like a lot less of a tourist just because you’re trying. It’s good to keep in mind, even if you’re looking at a map and are confused half the time. (I’ve been using as much Italian as I can, though sometimes it does slip into a bit of Engliano, if you get my meaning.)

Travel tip three: Don’t be a pushover/don’t look like a tourist/don’t look American. I know this seems strange as a combination, but in my opinion and from what I have seen, the more American you act, the easier you are to rip off. That’s just a fact. What I can suggest specifically for Italy is to relax. The less worried or harried you look, the more Italian your attitude will seem. You know how I mentioned something called Italian time? That’s what I mean when I say that nearly nothing starts on time here. For each concert we had, I think one actually started at the time given (most were 30min late), and that’s just how it goes. So slip on your Italian vision and slow down a bit. For things like buses and trains, it is good to be on time (you’ll get a better seat and your luggage on earlier) but it isn’t uncommon for them to run late. (I think they make up for that with … well, speeding, which will still get you to your destination either on time or even early. Crazy, huh?)

Travel tip four: I don’t think they do this in America, but I could be wrong – when you go out to eat at a restaurant, you will be (usually) charged for your seat (maybe 1 euro or so) and have a service charge added for your cameriere. It’s a little unusual to tip, which I know is against common policy for Americans, but the standard wages here are better so it’s not customary. Tax isn’t usual (though in a hotel, and certainly in Rome, you can expect something like a city tax – called a VAT.)

Travel tip five: Don’t buy anything you can’t take with you. I mean in terms of souvenirs, not things like food or drink or necessities. There are vendors selling everything from large sunhats to play sets of armor for kids, and while it might be fun to use them now, it’s a pain to pack them up (or have arguments about what to keep and what to ditch). (No, I haven’t done any arguing with myself. I actually did throw out some shoes and most of my score print outs, but I still have my heavy Poppea score … sheesh.)

Travel tip six: Don’t pay for things if you don’t have to. Simple as that. Wifi, water, et cetera. (Toilets – well, you’ll need 1€ for them, but the ones you pay for are more likely to be clean. I’ll leave that at that.)

Travel tip seven: It may seem odd, and you may not want to, but it isn’t such a bad idea to go to the grocery store instead of eating out for each meal. Personally, I can tell you that eating out can run you from 15€ (that’s on the cheap) to 25€-30€ (more average for a larger city like Rome), and you can get a lot more for a lot less at the grocery store. Look for names like Conad or COOP or (Super) A&O. These are all good stores you can visit and get basic food items on the cheap. (There’s a Conad in the Rome Termini, which is a great option.) And when it comes to the grocery store, it’s a good idea to bring a shopping bag. Places like Conad can offer you cheap plastic ones, but it is an eternally better idea to bring (or buy) your own. (Conad does sell reusable polyesterish bags, and they’re rather cheap.) It looks really smart to bring your own bag to the checkout here, and it’s also more environment-friendly.

Travel tip eight: Rome isn’t the cleanest city in the world. Neither is Venice, or Florence, or any of the major tourist stops. In Rome, there’s trash all over the place, graffiti on monuments (some of it is quite creative, I have to say), homeless people sleeping in corners or begging for change, and street vendors in every available nook and cranny hawking something. Just be conscious of what you’re doing and where you’re headed. I can look past the grime and appreciate the beauty of the old city, because that’s how I am, but you should (when traveling) take into account that these cities aren’t the cleanest or friendliest-looking places. It’s a simple fact. Rome still has that ancient magic. It’s just as urban as Atlanta, though, so be aware.

Travel tip nine: Rome, like many cities in Italy, is very pedestrian. Drivers are used to pedestrians, and vice versa, but this is another one of those “be conscious” things. I haven’t seen a traffic accident since I’ve been over here, and compared to America, the driving is a lot more defensive, but that only means that you should pay attention. Also, this means bring a good pair of shoes. I recommend something with a lot of support – hard-soled sandals or tennis shoes are a good idea, particularly on these marble and stone streets.

Travel tip ten: It may feel scary to be in a place like Rome, or somewhere else in Italy, when you aren’t a native and don’t necessarily look like you fit in. That’s okay. Rome is a big city, and a giant tourist trap, and that should be scary! Good for you, thinking clearly. Just remember that over all, you are in this foreign place to experience it and to enjoy yourself. Play it smart, and you’ll wind up enjoying a whole lot more than you think you would.

I have loads of things I could say about Rome and travel and things that might help anyone reading have a better experience, but I’ll cap it at that for now. I really need to invest in a better suitcase for travel … my carry-on is fine, but it’s time to find something that doesn’t flop over like a disobedient two-year-old each time I pull it. (I feel like I should be the star of some Mr. Bean in Rome skit.)

I don’t have to get on the bus for another two and a half hours, so for right now I think I’ll enjoy a video or something, and then maybe head back out to Santa Maria Maggiore and eat my lunch. (That’s one of those really nice surprise sights – you’re walking along a row of businesses and suddenly there’s a very large church and an even larger piazza around it. The Spanish Steps are similar, but a lot more obvious about what you’re approaching. Plus, the huge crowds will tell you what you’re looking at far in advance.)

That leads me to travel tip eleven: When in doubt, follow the crowds. They will lead you to the monuments or back to the main street. I learned that the hard way last night, but it is the truth (more so at day than night, but you get the picture).

And I’ll call it at that. Hopefully coming to you next from Dublin. Baci a tutti.

Update: with photos.

Romagnolanza

Well, I didn’t think I would be combining most of this week into one post, but surprises aren’t new to me, so there. This week I have done four shows in four towns (three out), packed dinners, lived out of a bag, and learned how to fake-sleep on a bus. I think I can safely say that I have spent a quarter of this week on a public transport (and tomorrow should count too). This week we went to Alfonsine (kind of an industrial town), Montegridolfo (a castle!), and Pesaro, home to the Rossini Festival (and his place of residence). I have taken copious pictures and hope to put them up when I next see my computer – I have taken pictures in the hundreds since I’ve been overseas. And, happy accident that it is, I have a day and a half (really!) to see Rome itself. Right now I’m waiting for my clothes to dry so I can pack them (:sob:) and I’m hoping my bags come in a little under weight this time. (I have less paper to tote around, so that’s good. Also, I’m ditching two pairs of shoes … you learn what does and doesn’t work in a foreign country pretty quick, and my character shoes have bit the dust.)

With all that said, I do consider it a privilege to have been a part of this program. We had a “graduation” ceremony today where we received our posters for the shows and got certificates from the Italian government recognizing our learning – basically, if we went to enough classes and took the official exam, we would be certified in a level of Italian proficiency. And, surprise, I made a grade good enough to be recognized as in the top three for those who passed the exam. Yay! (Second in my division, third overall.) So, I’m certified as an A1 level Italian speaker. How neat!

Tomorrow we turn our keys in at 5:30am, then leave for Rome at 6, and then five hours later, we’ll be in the city for one last time! I honestly feel like I’ve been over here for much longer than five weeks. And it’s like Kay said – you prepare how you think you should, and nobody can really bug you about it otherwise. I think I’m coming away from this with more knowledge in a number of ways – everything from how I sing to how I want to be perceived to even how to be an adult – and I know the people in this program may find me odd (I know some of them do), but I have to learn to commit to my own personal oddity (or as Mom might say, specialness) and work it. So there. I have to make some personal changes, but I think I know how now. I know what I want the end result to be, and now I have more knowledge as to how to get through the process of achieving it. Yes, it’s all a little touchy-feely, but that’s just it.

I’ll not say much about the trips this week for now – I hope the pictures (to be coming soon!) will speak for themselves. For now, I have to go get ready to watch the last concert and pack. Baci a tutti, sempre.

Update: with pictures below.

Pesaro:

Mettere in gioco

(That’s the Italian way to say you’ll be a good sport, even with the high possibility of failure or personal humiliation. I really, really like this phrase, so, allora, metto in gioco.)

It has most certainly been nothing short of an interesting week, and as I can’t really remember what my last posts entailed (or what my attitude was like when posting them – sorry, folks), I’ll do my best to at least get the heavy stuff out of the way.

We started the week with final dresses for Bohème, which went alright (no show is perfect, and I don’t envy in the least the people that have to wrangle a stage full of fifty people and ten local kids). We did show one in town on Monday, and then had a few days until the next one out of town (Thursday). At the same time, I was getting ready for the Italian official language test (at the most basic level, but still), doing scene rehearsals, private lessons (God bless Kay for being so steadfast in keeping my mind straight – I couldn’t ask for anything better in this way), a coaching, and normal life. It’s a pretty busy schedule once the shows go up, no lie. Tuesday was, thankfully, very normallish – wake up and go do a practice test, go home and eat something, pass out for a little, go do a rehearsal, go home or something – and that was good.

Wednesday was show-goes-out day the first, which was to San Marino – and now I can say I’ve been to three foreign countries, not just two, hah – and it was an experience. We had great facilities at our disposal, though the stage was outdoors and the wind was a bit strong. Basically, the theater there was our place to change and such, and all the performing went on outside. I’d say the general attitude was a rowdy one, and I’m not ashamed to say I looked a bit touristy, snapping a lot of photos and stopping to look at lots of things. A group of us climbed to the very top of San Marino (which is really on a hill, though they call it Titan Mountain, heehee) and I will be posting some pictures of the whole thing once I get to a more reliable internet connection. We had dinner up on the height overlooking the city down below. I have to admit, I was a little surprised with some of the ready English I heard, but I did my best to only answer in my limited Italian. San Marino really does try to cater to tourists, I’ll give it that.

As a side note, we got to do some reading in class about SM before we ever got up there, so it was funny to have it all confirmed in living print – there are so, so many banks there, lining the route up the hill and back. And, despite things like wonderful architecture and sculpture, it baffled my mind to see such a large selection of weaponry just out for display and ready for purchase. Bam. Everything from grenades and machine guns (with silencers!) to old-style crossbows, which SM is known for, and even katanas! All these are happily displayed next to jewelry and other high-price items. Crazy. Mind you, Italy (which San Marino isn’t a part of) has a very strict weapon ownership and hunting policy, with paperwork and permits and all sorts of things that you have to have just to possess an item like that. Heh.

On the whole, the weather was pleasant, though it tried interfering with the set, and it was a good performing location with a very polite audience. Like I said, I’ve got a whole album’s worth of pictures which will get posted as soon as I can.

The next day was another trip out to Cesena, which isn’t as tourist or traveler friendly. If there’s one thing to know, it’s that the shops do all close for a very long siesta (they didn’t reopen until 8pm, which was past our call time), so we had to bring what we wanted to eat, and I spent most of the time reading a book (Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which I hadn’t read prior to now – shame on me!) and sat around waiting. That was probably the one thing that bothered most of us, the waiting. We got there at about 5:30pm, and our call was at 8pm, but the show didn’t really go on until close to 9:30pm. (That’s called Italian time, folks.) Waiting like that in San Marino wasn’t that big of a deal because we had things we could walk around and check out, and we had the option of dining how we chose, and the amount of time spent waiting was nearly identical. The other thing with Cesena requires my explaining how the theater was set up.

So, this was another outside theater, right? Right. Assumed and correctly so. The setup of the theater was one where the stage was at the center and back of a squarish stone enclosure, with seats in place, and a long corridor around the edges of the wall on three sides. (I’ll put up a picture soon to show you what I mean.) The important part of this is that everything was exposed. I mean everything. Any changing we wanted to do could either be in a very small makeshift cubicle (through which we could still see the audience), or behind the stage, where everything else was happening at once. There was also no ready light source (fluorescent lights pointed at the ceiling don’t count) and a port-a-potty for sixty people. I’m serious. They didn’t even have chairs for the orchestra ready, and had to take about 30 minutes to go and find some. Needless to say, it was a humbling experience. With the added factor of everyone dead tired from the last night’s show, we gave it our best shot, though I could tell some emotions were running high (so I stayed out of it and tried to just keep reading).

From what I saw, Cesena is a very pretty town, with a lot of bike and pedestrian traffic. I’m just sad I didn’t really get to see it in action.

To also take into account everything, I have to mention that, after getting back to Novafeltria at nearly 2am, I woke up for the Italian test (which was at 9am) and took all four parts, and then had a lesson (which was more of a life-advisory session, thank heaven) and then, back to bus preparations.

And then came Friday, which was the last day of class (we did a scavenger hunt through town, which was made a little less fun for all of us tired folk by some unnecessary competition; this was followed by a party where gli insegnanti brought food for us and told us all how we did on our tests). Friday was mostly me sleeping, eating, and reading, with something of a breakthrough in my mind for how to play these really pure Mozart ladies (they aren’t all that pure in motivation, necessarily). And more sleep.
And here we are at Saturday. I’m relieved of rehearsal until 4pm, thankfully, and the scene recital is tonight at 9 (or whenever it really starts). I’m really pleased to have a little time out here, but I am rather pooped. Gotta go get some groceries so I don’t forget to eat over the next few days. We go to Pesaro (Bohème) and Montegridolfo (that one’s Poppea) next. One Bohème in town Sunday, and I don’t know about the last one – memory is failing me at the moment. All I know is I can hear happy laughter from here, and it makes me glad.

Baci a tutti.

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