I’m not going to lie, I go out of my way to walk down Via delle Quattro Fontane whenever possible. So far, it is my absolute favorite street in Rome, and not just because it connects Via Nazionale and Via Tritone (the best places for shopping!) As you walk up the hill from Via Nazionale, […]
Category Archives: Life in Italy
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Oct
Oct
I have news that might come as a disappointment to some- my life in Italy is not always about glamorous trips to grab drinks at the Colosseum. There is one small problem that has plagued me every day since I arrived- plugs. Round, flat, thick, thin- the problem with Italian plugs is that there are […]
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Oct
Oct
The rain has arrived in Rome. While I love the look of the clouds gathering over the ancient Roman walls, the rainy weather has been a rather rude awakening. I believe this is what people refer to as “fall,” or “autumn,” but coming from Southern California I have never really experienced true seasons. The chill […]
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Oct
Oct
I have come to understand that “parking spot” is a very flexible concept in Italy. As far as I can tell- if there is space for your car, then that makes it a parking space. The logic is flawless. Smart Car. Smart Parking. Well? There was no space on the curb. The sidewalk will have […]
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Oct
Oct
A trip to an Italian post office can be a baffling experience. If you can figure out how to get in the door, then you are one step ahead of me. My first time at an ufficio postale, I could not figure out how to enter the office. I finally realized that I had to […]
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Oct
Oct
My very first (and very short-lived) job in Italy was as a babysitter. I spent most of the first day being shown how to prepare dinner for a 7-month-old baby. That is when I realized that Italian baby food is… different. Italian babies are on a whole other diet level from their American counterparts. Most baby […]
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Oct
Oct
Italian cafes always have some mighty tempting pastries to offset your strong espresso. But while waiting for my caffè today, I spotted this sad little cupcake. Something tells me that this dolce wasn’t feeling so sweet.