When we finally arrived to Trieste we zipped right by the sea-facing Piazza dell’Unità di Italia, the round globed lamp posts, the Austrian architecture and the steep roads of Trieste’s town center. We followed the sea, looking as the charming buildings were slowly replaced with squat post-industrial apartments. They rose up one after the other… Read more »
Grown men and women shuffled in their standard complimentary flip flops, white flesh hanging out of swimsuits, long hair pinned back with clips and scrunchies. Those who had just arrived seemed timid, unsure of where to go, while those who had already laid under hot jets of water, on bubble beds or across warm sauna wood… Read more »
The travel agent wooed us with her glossy catalogs. She explained the most popular route, the most visited places, a possible itinerary. Then she slammed us with the price tag. The most popular route was not one we wanted to, or could, take. Marco and I had decided to go to Indonesia for our honeymoon, a… Read more »
I’ve decided to start studying Spanish. Why, you might ask, would I be willing to subject myself to the arduous task of learning a language – again? I studied Italian even though I had absolutely no need for the language. Eleven years, one country and a husband later and I can say that Italian is… Read more »
A lot changed when I moved to Italy, not least of which myself. Over these three years I’ve grown personally, and I’ve also grown geographically. I’ve assimilated many Italian habits and beliefs, for better or worse. Here are some of the American habits I lost along the way: 1) Enjoying personal space Moving to Italy… Read more »
