After years of coming to terms with culture clashes and accepting that things are simply done differently in Italy, I still from time to time cannot get over how inconvenient the Italian pausa is. La pausa is the break. The break that is a total pain in the back for travelers and locals alike. Italy, I love you for everything- the good and the bad. You are what I consider the closest thing to a husband- I take you for what you are. I can only hope you can forgive the following post as seemingly insensitive criticism to your cultural quirks. Continue Reading →
Still being held (voluntarily) captive in my hometown of Seattle, I have had some time to reflect and really think about the things that compel me to want to live in Italy.
What are the 10 things I love about Italy?
1. 2. and 3.: Since these are the obvious, I will lump them all together: Food, wine and men. Seattle has some good food but it usually is drowning in sauce while lacking soul.
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