All posts tagged: Vermont

Revisiting Vermont

I can’t prove this scientifically, but I think the sky is bluer in Vermont. It’s been almost a year and a half since I said goodbye to Middlebury College and the Green Mountain State. After three years of nerding out on Latin American politics, embracing as much of the outdoors-y-ness within me as there was to embrace, and surviving two especially long, tough winters (hey, I’m from California), I was ready to head out into the world to go DO stuff. (Interestingly enough, not even a month later, I decided to enroll in a Master’s program.) I’ve been on the go almost nonstop since that moment, living out of two suitcases (that I sometimes affectionately refer to as “Big Red,” depending on how many floors of stairs I have to carry them up) in San Francisco, Northern Italy, and New York. Honestly, I haven’t really stopped to think about life back at Middlebury very often. Until I returned for Homecoming a few weekends ago. There was no big Homecoming Ball, no big alumni to-do. It was more …

“Why Vermont?”

Yesterday, I met Santa Claus. Well, not exactly. I met Carlo Petrini, who kind of reminded me of Santa for his mythical qualities. I feel like I could have gone up to the podium and sat on his lap and told him that all I wanted for Christmas was to save rare acorns in the world. With the assistance of a handy dandy simultaneous translation kit that looked like a stethoscope, Carlo engaged in some small talk with us new Masters students, provided a glimmer of hope in the midst of the doom and gloom of our food system today and offered some insight on being with the same 23 people all the time. He basically said it’s ok if you hate someone but you have to tell them to their face and then just get over it because we’re all here to talk about food. When my last name was appropriately pronounced in Italian (“air-eeeees”) I raised my hand, lied as usual and said that indeed I was from San Francisco (sorry not sorry) and then he asked the question …