Sometimes the brand names in Italy are hi-larious. Yes. Yes I would like to use bum bum on all my eating utensils. Sold.
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Category Archives: Life in Italy
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Jun
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Regional trains are not overly pretty, but sometimes you catch it at the right time and get to enjoy beautiful scenery for about 2 Euro a ride. After an awesome day trip to Castel Gandolfo, we were treated to a gorgeous Lazio sunset over the fields outside of Rome. Summertime and the living is easy.
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Jun
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When it comes to Italian beer, I’m a Nastro Azzuro girl. It’s light, refreshing and easy to drink. My main gripe about beer in Italy is the lack of variety. I can occasionally find an artisanal Italian beer, and they are very very good, but sometimes a girl needs a little spice in her life. […]
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Jun
Jun
I’m notorious for self-imposed “Out of Rome” Sundays, but sticking around the city ain’t half bad. After living here for so long, the Colosseum still holds a special special place in my romantic American imagination. On Sundays, Via dei Fori Imperiali, or the street that leads past the Roman Forum and to the Colosseum, is […]
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Jun
Jun
I have lived my apartment for nine months and I learned something new this week- I have a dishwasher. An actual machine, that cleans dishes automatically, right in my kitchen. It has been here the entire time, and I’m not even the one that found it a few days ago. Just to remind you, my […]
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Apr
Apr
Brightly colored cellophane has been taunting me. Italian Easter eggs are large, in charge and unavoidable. Walking down the street, riding the bus, on the metro: it seems like everyone has huge Easter eggs peeking out of their bags. Giant, chocolate, eggs. The phenomenon seems on par with the panettone craze that struck everyone at […]
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When I first visited Rome for 3 days in 2004, I had no idea the city would become my home away from home. Today, Rome turns 2764 years young! Rome and I happen to share birthday weeks, and the old girl’s incredible age makes my transition from twenty-something to older-twenty-something feel slightly less traumatic. Auguri […]
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Apr
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The good thing about Mondays is that they are no longer Sundays. That means the market, which is always closed on Sunday (the one day a week I seem to want to go), is back open. In an under-caffeinated beginning of the week haze, I almost went to the supermercato. I snapped out of it […]