Every time I walk by an Initimissimi, I slow down. It’s hard not to! There are revolving mannequin torsos spinning at a tantalizing speed, showcasing the latest in Italian lingerie. But really, I’m interested in the men’s options. They are hilariously inappropriate and featured front and center. For more underwear click here.
Author Archives: Natalie
13
Aug
Aug
Everyone, ev-er-y-one, is on vacation. Almost everything is closed for ferie. Trying to get a reservation for tonight was a challenge. The near empty streets are pretty awesome, though. I love turning the corner and spotting a landmark like Santa Maria Maggiore. Buon Ferragosto!
09
Aug
Aug
On my first trip to Rome, I was terrified of the city because I was almost hit by a motorino on the sidewalk. Sidewalks, riding the wrong way down one way streets, holding umbrellas while driving in the rain, cell phones jammed into helmets for a cheap handsfree solution? I’ve seen it all. But, when […]
01
Aug
Aug
This past week marked a strange milestone for me. I moved to Rome to go to graduate school, and on Friday I took my last exam. It’s very weird to know that it’s over. Oh. Except for that little dissertation thing I have to write in the next few months. Even though we were in […]
01
Aug
Aug
Oh, how I miss all things bargain-priced. The Euro-Dollar exchange rate can be a killer, so I have a biannual event that I always look forward to: SALDI! Saldi (sales) happen twice a year in Italy and they are a HUGE deal. There are very strict laws governing the timing and labeling requirements for sales […]
30
Jul
Jul
You know it’s hot when the nuns start breaking out their baseball caps.
26
Jul
Jul
I was walking to the market one day and I stopped dead in my tracks, staring open-mouthed at a billboard that read: I went back to take a picture the next day, but it had been plastered over by an advertisement for a new low-cost washing machine. Oh well, I figured, it must have been […]
25
Jul
Jul
One of the best things about living in Italy is getting lost. Rome is not a city built on a grid. Streets you think are parallel end up leading you astray, and the network of small alleys and hard-to-find street signs is a recipe for “where the hell are we!? I thought Piazza Trilussa was […]