I am reminded of my grannee when I see the oranges in the Florence hostel breakfast buffet. I am not sure if it would qualify as a buffet but that is what it was referred to so I will do the same. It’s funny how something as simple as a fruit in a buffet breakfast […]
Once my skin was scrubbed clean of the excruciating twenty hour travel day, it finally clicked in my jet-lag muddled brain that instead of being in the familiar territory of the states, I was, in fact, in the beautiful Umbrian town of Spoleto, Italy. Spoleto, rich in its mountainous landscape and history, serves as the […]
Between Italian language classI order an aperol spritzFor a lick of confidence butIt feels wrong, Bitter on my tongue Like when I once told a girl to wear the ugliest dress I would look better Through the screen of an iPhone cameraI see The Birth of Venus and buy a ten euro posterA souvenir At […]
I spent my free weekend bedridden. Okay so maybe bedridden is a little dramatic, but I was certainly ill. Ill enough that after three days of being unable to eat because it hurt so bad to chew and swallow, I had to go see a doctor. It started on Thursday. I had planned to go […]
He wants me to kiss the head of the chicken. The dead chicken. The dead, headless chicken. But, before we reach that moment, my group arrives at the country kitchen restaurant Locanda Rovicciano for an Italian cooking class. Upon arrival, we shook hands with the head chef, Andrea. I notice immediately how rough his hands […]
I am reminded of my grannee when I see the oranges in the hostel breakfast buffet (I am not sure if it would qualify as a buffet but for the sake of this blog post, I will refer to it as such). It’s funny how something as simple as a fruit in a buffet breakfast […]
Once my skin was scrubbed clean of the excruciating twenty hour travel day, it finally clicked in my jet-lag muddled brain that instead of being in the familiar territory of the states, I was, in fact, in the beautiful Umbrian town of Spoleto, Italy. Spoleto, rich in its mountainous landscape and history, serves as the […]
In Pico Iyer’s essay Why We Travel, he quite literally aims to answer why we travel by recounting his own experiences and relying on other writers to answer. He introduces the essay with a response to the title. “We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves.” There is no one […]
