Guess what this is: Dichiarazione di Valore. Guess when I got it: On the last possible day. Today, I graduate. (I hope- I’ll find out if they call my name at 7 pm tonight). That means today is the last possible day that I could demonstrate to the university in Rome that I […]
We have a little international home in Rome and wanted to expand a little bit. We recently adopted a tiny kitten who is not quite as tiny any more. Meet Bacon, after the painter, not the delicious breakfast food. He may look regal in that photo but his day-to-day tastes are slightly less refined. He […]
Looking back through my drafts, I realized that there are several half-thought out posts that I have yet to publish. BUT this one struck me. I wrote it on 28 September 2010. Which means I have been in Italy for nearly 1 year and 1 month now. Eeep! ************* Hi from LAX. I have already […]
After several exploratory visits to the supermarket and many observational expeditions, I finally bought broccoli. My first day in Rome, I ventured out to the ipermercato and was completely baffled by the experience. “Busta?” the checkers asked. Envelope? Why is she asking me for an envelope? I tried to disguise my panic and sort of […]
I apologize for the poor quality of the photograph, but I was woken up from a deep sleep moments before I snapped this shot. If you look towards the upper right of the frame (behind the motorbike), you’ll see a blurry mass of people. These people were playing horns and drums and have a grand […]
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.
