See you soon, Rome!

In my last post I left you some thoughts about my little holiday in Rome. In the first place, why Rome? And why now? (I would never go to Italy in full summer – because of the heat and touristic season) Mr J and I were in a pub on his birthday last January, and…

Roman roamings

Two weeks ago (already?!), Mr J and I went to Rome, where we spent 5 days. We found this B&B at Piramide, about a 20 minutes walk from the Colosseum. The room was on the terrace of an apartment on the 9th floor, with direct access to a nice little terrace bordered with jasmine plants,…

My Italian non-holiday

As every expat knows, going back to the place we come from, visiting friends and family, is never a holiday. It’s rather a way to notice changes, about ourselves and the people we know and live far from us. As I usually do when I come back home after about a week of this kind…

Once upon a July

Best of July! This is too easy! Two great things happened in July, and both of them made me feel so enthusiastic and deeply serene. The first event was the wedding of my friend Giovanna. I have to say I hate weddings. I don’t like spending time with too many people in a formal occasion…

Donate memories at Christmas

Christmas just passed, and it’s now time to evaluate these festive time. Since I’m not too fond of this type of holidays, the four days I spent in Italy were quite enough. It’s so nice to realize what is left of that time though, all the tangible memories I could bring back home with me….

My Christmas carol

It’s the 8th of December. In Italia it’s a holiday and usually people takes the opportunity to bring out the Christmas decorations, light up the house in nice tiny colourful bulbs and think about traditional recipes. I have never considered Christmas time anything special. It rather reminds me of a few things that made me…

When does the last time happen

In my family we have a house in the Italian region called Marche. It’s a tiny, old house, inherited from my grandparents, a house attached to one of the Sibillini mountains. When I was a child I used to hate going there, and so did my sister. We knew what was expecting us there: damp,…

My Italian instinct

There is a number of things I see every day here, that I would never see in Italy. Things that make me smile, thinking how the Irish might look naive to people from other countries, like the Italians. One of the first things that surprised me were the shelves with the bottles of water at…