Adventure in Abruzzo’s Misty Mountains

In spring of 2012, I was coping with some serious senioritis – trying to balance school-related stress, anxiety about the future, and a desire to fully enjoy (what I thought were) my last months in Rome. To escape the chaos of city life, I took refuge in Abruzzo, a land of icy winds and rocky mountains, far removed from the buttery sunlight of Rome. Continue reading Adventure in Abruzzo’s Misty Mountains

My Weird Italian-Meets-American Wedding in Italy

In honor of our one year anniversary, I thought I’d write a bit on my experience with wedding-planning and wedding-having in Italy. Because I’m American and he’s Italian, our planning process was both extra fun and additionally stressful as we chose which traditions we wanted to keep and which we wanted to discard, while adding in our own weird personal touches in the process. Disclaimer: my experience is limited as I’ve only been married once (shocker, I know). Continue reading My Weird Italian-Meets-American Wedding in Italy

Don’t Be Afraid to Walk: On My Move to Rome

I’ve recently had the good luck to have one of my best friends move here from the US to get her degree at my own alma mater, the American University of Rome. In between being absolutely thrilled to have her here with me, I find myself very nostalgic about my own first few months in Rome, remembering the sheer joy (and occasional fear) that filled me every time I went out of my house, struggling to close my front door with the strange, bulky clump of foreign keys. Continue reading Don’t Be Afraid to Walk: On My Move to Rome

Four Lessons I’ve Learned from my Italian Neighbors

Ok, it’s true that strange neighbors are certainly not unique to Rome, or even Italy. When we were living in London, our upstairs neighbors spent so much time hammering we were convinced that their apartment doubled as an art gallery. But in my time living in Rome I’ve had seven different apartments, and along the way have encountered a host of characters and strange situations requiring either careful navigation or just some really thick skin. Continue reading Four Lessons I’ve Learned from my Italian Neighbors

Tall, Pale, and Foreign: Life as a female in Italy

Living in Rome, I’ve found that there are certain things that I just can’t seem to do as a tall pale person with (naturally) fair hair. Buying shoes, foundation and cover-up is nearly impossible. Buying hair dye is another chore. This, coupled with all the unwanted attention looking like an alien in a world filled with petite dark-skinned women, can make day-to-day tasks an epic journey, and walking down the street can make you feel that you’ve fallen into some sort of unwanted celebrity. Continue reading Tall, Pale, and Foreign: Life as a female in Italy

Rome and I: A brief introduction

In art, film, literature, song, Rome has been endlessly personified as a city of unbridled passion and beauty. It’s been painted as a promised land for the unfulfilled and depicted as a glorious golden city where true love is just waiting to be discovered. That is not my Rome. My Rome wears graffiti like lipstick, its language is the sound of traffic horns, and its … Continue reading Rome and I: A brief introduction