Engulfed in the beauty of the scene, I felt Itto wrap me in a hug. His chest pressed against my back, I felt his heart beat stronger than I’d ever felt anything before—it could’ve beat through my body and come out the other side. Was something going on?! Amidst a flurry of kisses, he said,…
I found myself in a space of being so uncertain about what I was supposed to do next. There were goals that I achieved but felt far from where I could be. Ideas passed by me, dancing in the air, then blowing away in the wind. The hardest part of this year was being in…
A Chicago girl.
Tucked from the nip of winter wind, the Christmas market pulled us in with the aromas of spiced wine and howls of the salami man. Convinced, we indulged in samples of creamy goat cheese and aged parmigiano before Itto inquired, “Buonissimo, peró dov’é il salame?”, and danced away with a full brown bag.
I’ve officially been living in Italy for a month, surrounded by the best ranked food in the world. And yet… I have to confess something that feels almost shameful. Sometimes, I crave American food. Not the stereotypical triple cheeseburger piled with bacon (although, now that I think about it, that wouldn’t be the worst idea…
I have officially been in Italy for five days and am already thinking of ways I can come back and live here longer. The day before I left, everything I hadn’t been freaking out about finally caught up to me. I was running through my last-minute packing list while wondering, “Am I really ready for…
The first meal I ate in Italy was carbonara. Before the water even came to a boil, I had already learned about its origins, the five essential ingredients, and the many "proper" (and improper) ways to prepare it. That very first day, I wrote the recipe down in my au pair diary, determined to remember…