It’s really really weird to go meet friends for a drink and walk by the Pantheon; but it’s the little things that blow my American mind. Like the key to my apartment. What?? P.S. Internet has been hard/expensive to come by. I need a few more days to learn the ropes around here. ciao ciao.
Dear Alitalia, Are you kidding me with your baggage restrictions? I can only bring 2 suitcases? They can only be 62 linear inches? Yeah, I had to look up the definition of “linear inches.” It means height + width +depth, and that all adds up to not enough. Oh and those two suitcases can only […]
When I went to college, my parents were like: “Yo, what do you want to do with all this old crap you left behind in your room?” I pretty much looked at them like they were crazy and promptly ignored the question. When I graduated from college, my parents were like: “Yo, seriously, what do […]
I leave in exactly one month and I am starting to have a small freakout. Don’t worry, like I said, it is a very small breakdown It goes a little bit like this: Profanity! Profanity! Phone call. Profanity! Try not to cry. Phone call. ProfanityProfanityProfanity. Action. You see, getting a Visa to go to Italy […]
Books. I libri. If you know me, you know that I have a book problem. I personally have never seen it as an actual problem, per se. What is so wrong about having three overflowing bookcases in your tiny LA apartment? When it was time for me to pack everything up and leave LA, I […]