Day 25: That’s Amore
I get home today after a big museum escapade to find Pietro and Maria playing cards at the kitchen table. This spurs to Pietro to tell me the story of how they met. He was at a ski chalet with friends, and Maria showed up with a mutual friend… and her then husband....
Day 22: Two Bathrobes
This morning, my Italian mama, Maria, makes me a cappuccino. On the bus 20 minutes later, I feel like a cracked out windup toy. This is why I do not drink coffee. This is also why I have two pages of notes in my notepad which I can’t make out. At the time,...
Day 21: Soul / Food
I am like a teenager in this house. I woke up at 10 today – I can’t remember the last time I did that. I stumbled down for breakfast, whereupon Maria asked me if I knew what Nutella was, since she puts it out for me every morning and I never eat it. “I know what it...
Day 18: Breakfast at the Vatican and Other Miracles
So I had breakfast at the Vatican this morning. It came as a surprise to me, too. I am not the world’s best planner as a rule, but I can be extremely organized, especially when it comes to travel. I love researching trips and destinations. To me, finding out about...Instalove
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