“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.” – my main man…Ralph Waldo Emerson This year I acted like a grown up (kind of). I didn’t pass Christmas at home or with my biological family. I am planning on moving forward with my adult life, but negating that…

So these past couple of days I have felt like a serious stereotypical grown up woman (Italian) housewife. I did things like made lentil soup complete with the de-casing of sausage, which is territory I have never crossed into before. I cleaned things with vinegar, including soaked my jeans in it, I washed a sweater…

Listen please! Austria. Salzburg. Ahhhh. Completely Christmas-ed out. My HEAVEN. I went to visit my best friend, who, lucky girl, has been living in a castle in Salzburg in the middle of a Beauty and the Beast-esque forest. There’s the beautiful girl enjoying HOT HONEY WINE, aka one of the best inventions involving warm drinks,…

I love this season. Molly being an autumn fairy in Correggio

The other night, I went with my Italian sister and her friend to a new restaurant in their town, American cuisine style, named “American Graffiti” Coming from a place where the question more common before a mealtime is, “what should we eat for dinner? Chinese? Mexican? Thai?” rather than say, Italy that asks, “Pizza? Pasta?…

“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” – Henry Miller

…and not biking in the rain. Did you ever want a few good reasons to not bike in the rain? I’ll give a few. 1) say, per chance, your bike is extremely old, already decorated with rust during the summer months, and when the sun shines the brakes squeal loud enough to gather stares from…

The milk is sold on shelves. Shelves that are not refrigerated. In waxy boxes. Slightly different. It took me a while to find waxy boxed milk because previously, I was looking at the milk sold in plastic bottles in the refrigerated section, which I figured would be my best bet. After struggling with no way…

This past month has been busy and with scarce internet, so here we go with a recap of recent events! So, our ILP (Intensive Language Program) group had a trip to Venice a few weeks ago. Upon arrival to the Venezia Santa Lucia train station, our teacher stopped us and presented a proposition; her brother…