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 […]
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 […]
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.