NEWSLETTER
MAY 2016
glimpses into the struggles and pressures of being a woman in an obviously male dominated sport. The West Bank itself creates pressures of its own with checkpoints and an Israeli force that is anything but tolerant. The ideology of the film does not rest upon these pressures, instead the film rallies around the broken stereotype of what a female racer is or has to be. Some of the best moments of the film is when the viewer is placed inside the cars during the circuits and see the passion and joy of the women’s faces while driving; it surely will have an impact on this generation of young women looking to professionally race. The film’s music, comprised of small indie rock bands, adds to the energy of the 78-minute run time making it feel like a speedy 30 minute documentary. If Speed Sisters can inspire and cultivate acceptance on the race track, maybe it can garner those values onto the world. Until then, these women will continue to burn rubber on the road.
FOOD & WINE
EASTER IN THE MOUNTAINS
by Saige Sheets Photos by the author
There is this sense of peace that comes with the chance to not spend the holidays alone. To enjoy home cooked meals and family time. This Easter I was invited to spend it with my friend Elisabetta and her family.
A little back-story… Betta and I first met at my high school in painting class. She was an exchange student coming to Missouri. Now, almost four years later it is my turn to study abroad in her home country. Not only is it amazing to see her again, but she is also going to the local Italian university in Florence and I study at Florence University of the Arts! She lives in San Vito Cadore, which is a two-hour drive north from Venice. There are less than 2,000 inhabitants but it
was very busy with tourists because of the ski season. Once we arrived in San Vito, we walked to Betta’s home, where we were greeted by her poodle Freud. I was welcomed with arms wide and smiles from her mother Alba Maria and her younger sister Lucia. In northern Italy, it is more traditional to eat earlier lunches and dinner than the later times of Florence. At Betta’s home, her mom would start cooking a few hours earlier and Lucia would help when
coming home from school. By the time her father would be home, dinner would be ready. Dinners were vegetarian for Betta. As a meat lover, I was surprised by how much I loved what was prepared. We tried different kinds of breads, risotto alle zucchine, and risotto al radicchio rosso. Due to Betta having such a huge family, meals are usually multi-course. Fabio preferred wine; the young adults liked apple or fruit juice and water. Betta treated me to the best café in town and I 3