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 […]
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“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 […]
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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.