As an 80s baby, I grew up on The Simpsons. Bart, Lisa, Homer, Marge and Maggie were on TV every night, and Sunday meant new antics involving Principle Skinner and Itchy and Scratchy. And here in Italy, Simpsons merchandise abounds. I always laugh when I come across Simpsons posters in pizza shops, but I had […]
Here’s an easy example of something you would NEVER see in America, cigarette vending machines: I was quite confused the first time someone hurried by me and ran up to a closed shop door. Then I noticed the machine integrated into the metal shutter of the shop. Unmonitored cigarette machines would never fly in America, […]
Rain has returned to Rome, just in time for All Saints Day. It’s first time I’ve experienced thunder and lightening in my new home. It also marks the inaugural first broken glass: Crash.
Learning Italian is coming along slowly, but today I learned a new phrase- “storta mia caviglia!” That means: I sprained my ankle. Of course I had the good timing to sprain my ankle on a Saturday night. Since everything is closed on Sundays, I had to improvise a bandage out of a scarf. Rome Cobblestones: […]
Subtlety and sarcasm seem to be seriously lacking in the Italian language. Even the sales approach is straight to the point. Luckily for Italian salespeople, I’m usually so caught off guard by their directness that I end up buying whatever it is they’re selling. Case in point: Sephora Rome Due to Alitalia’s baggage limits, I […]
On my way to the airport, with my one-way ticket to Rome in hand, I insisted on stopping for a burrito. I dutifully carried my prize through security, mini cups of salsa verde and all. Growing up in Southern California, great Mexican food has always been a part of my diet. As much as I […]
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, […]
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 […]