Hey girls! Have you been searching for a modern, but gender appropriate way to clean your windows in Rome? Fear no more! Allow me to introduce the Lady 2000 line of cleaning products. Blue for windows, with an accompanying pink laundry detergent. If you need me, I’m just going to be over here shaking my […]
Category Archives: Expat Life
I don’t know if you’ve heard… but tonight’s game is kind of a big deal. We’ll be watching it on maxischermi in Circo Massimo, but I’m a little sad we won’t be around to take in the action with our neighbors. San Lorenzo is all dolled up to support the azzurri. Via dei Volsci, […]
Only in Italy does a bright ad campaign tempt you to buy 250g of prosciutto in return for a free pop art drinking glass! Spotted in a grocery store window on a Saturday market stroll.
I’m starting to get the feeling that experience with expat life in Italy can turn the biggest sweetheart into a stone cold cynic. I, however, spent 6 increasingly disillusioned years in LA, so I have to admit that I moved to Rome with a healthy dose of cynicism under my belt. But I also have […]
Back in 2012, I wrote about not being able to find bagels in Rome. At that point, I had lived in Italy for all of one year. And now, 9 years later, I still miss this American breakfast staple. Luckily, things have finally changed and it is now possible to get delicious bagels from Beehive […]
Buon anno a tutti! Happy New Year! Thanks to one of my favorite British expats in Rome, I have a new way of remembering how to say ‘Happy New Year’ in Italian. After wishing him many happy returns he said: “Eh, yah, roight! A buon anno tah yah tew! I can remember tat one. Sounds […]
I haven’t been much in the blog updating mood. Instead, I’ve been bouncing around California thoroughly enjoying the company of family and friends. Also, eating. Eating A LOT. My main extracurricular activity has been waiting. Waiting for paperwork from Italy, waiting for paperwork from the Italian Consulate in LA, waiting to see if I could […]
Pulling off Thanksgiving in Rome is an expensive affair. All that crazy American import food is going to cost you! But last year I skipped hosting the holiday and felt incredibly homesick. Thanksgiving homesickness is a thing apart from Christmas homesickness. There is something about missing out on a holiday that’s not acknowledged in your […]








