Since I am clearly easily identified as American, I decided to embrace it and just go to Ikea. My neighborhood, and Rome in general, has great markets and stands that sell most household products… but when you first move somewhere new, you need A LOT of stuff. To me, that means you go to a […]
“Tedesca?” “Um, no. Non sono tedesca. Americana.” “Ah, Americana. Bionda.” Almost every day, someone comments on my hair. It feels very odd to have strangers come up to and just declare, “bionda!” Or, “blonde!” Without fail, they always inquire into my heritage. Like the man in the elevator at school yesterday. Elevators in the US […]
I can’t get over the colors in my apartment, and my room is the perfect blue. The greens and reds and yellows and blues are a nice change from the “semi-gloss eggshell” white that you find in most American apartments.
Imagine Disneyland at double capacity and you might have some idea of the scene at Marino yesterday for the town’s annual wine festival. The trip to Marino was my first trip out of Rome since I arrived a week ago. Despite the massive crowd, it was refreshingly tourist-free. People flock to Marino to celebrate the […]
It’s really really weird to go meet friends for a drink and walk by the Pantheon; but it’s the little things that blow my American mind. Like the key to my apartment. What?? P.S. Internet has been hard/expensive to come by. I need a few more days to learn the ropes around here. ciao ciao.