I moved to Rome on September 28, 2010. I had a heinous direct flight from Los Angeles, then booked a weird group transfer van from the airport, and met my landlord at an apartment that I had rented sight unseen. I managed to stay awake until 7:30 pm, before falling asleep until 3 am and […]
Category Archives: Life in Italy
Is it possible to be nostalgic about something that hasn’t yet ended? That is a bit how I have felt the last few weeks when walking through Trastevere. The lovely Roman neighborhood is quiet these days. And while the people are gone, the terra-cotta colors and shady corners are all the more inviting. Here is […]
I have something that I affectionately refer to as my Italian Bucket List. Hiking the Stromboli Volcano? Check. Battle of the Oranges? That was on it, but is now complete. Siena’s Palio? I have yet to fulfill my dream of experiencing the tradition first hand. The race is controversial because it is also dangerous. Siena’s […]
From the moment we pulled into the port in Positano and I spotted a boat with a little red sign, I knew I was going to love Da Adolfo. You see, the only way to reach Da Adolfo, which is nestled on a private beach, is by boat. The view of Positano as you pull […]
I moved to Rome as a student. I planned to stay for 1 year. And 6 weeks after I arrived, I met Jimmy. When the year was up, we had a serious conversation. I had never planned to move to Italy to fall in love with an Irishman, but I did. I was ready to […]
On January 1st, we woke up in Boston after ringing in the new year with a lovely wedding of two lovely people. Fireworks topped off a whirlwind trip of art watching at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and dinners and drinks with old friends. Jimmy boarded a plane back to Rome and I headed to […]
One of the reasons that I am thankful I moved to Italy is the pace of life. Though even here it’s hard for me to avoid getting caught up in the daily grind. When a friend asked me to hit pause and join her for lunch in Tuscany, of course I said yes. No matter how busy […]
I came home on a Tuesday and there were 60 people standing outside my gate. A brief moment of panic struck me — was there a fire?? Why was everyone outside? But there was no smell of smoke and the crowd seemed relaxed as I weaved my way through the throng and to my front […]








