Hi-I just found your blog through someone else's. I've been trying to find blogs from either Italians or Americans in Italy, but haven't found much, until now. I love Italy, and am actually heading there next week! We start in Rome, then travel to Florence. I'll read through your blog between now and when I leave to see if you share any good tidbits about the city that I can use!
I'd like to think that if I hadn't met and married my husband, I might have decided to take off to Rome to live for a little while. Who knows if I would have, but I've dreamed many a dream about it!
In 2001, my one-month "Roman Holiday" to take a break between jobs in the US and study Italian in Italy became a way of life after I fell in love with both this city and my husband, who I met the first day I arrived. (It happens when you're not looking!) After stints teaching English as a second language and directing a US university study abroad center, I moved back to the States for 3 years, had three kids, and eventually came back to Rome. Looks like I'm here to stay. Join me at my new blog, unamericanaaroma.com.
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Does that mean everything is made of pork? Or do all the "pigs" in Rome meet there at night?? Lol!
I wish more Americans thought of pigs when the ordered all that greasy meat on their pizzas. Perhaps we wouldn't be so large!
Hi-I just found your blog through someone else's. I've been trying to find blogs from either Italians or Americans in Italy, but haven't found much, until now. I love Italy, and am actually heading there next week! We start in Rome, then travel to Florence. I'll read through your blog between now and when I leave to see if you share any good tidbits about the city that I can use!
I'd like to think that if I hadn't met and married my husband, I might have decided to take off to Rome to live for a little while. Who knows if I would have, but I've dreamed many a dream about it!
weird.
I've been to this place -- with a little more than a dozen friends.
We were in italy on a Design field school and had been trompsing around the area for a few days.
I had noticed the sign slowly being uncovered (must have been a new sign)...
On day we were between interviews, looking for a place to grab a quick lunch. Unfortunately everyone was frozen with uncertainty.
"Welp, I'm going to pig night." I snapped and turned, leaving a confused and laughing group.
They joined me after seeing a fat drunk italian man pat me on the should and laugh on my way in.
Delicious pizza, I assure.
Thank you for the picture.
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