Well, I am back in bella Italia and have been enjoying the Roman lifestyle for the past few weeks, despite the rain! It's been raining a lot this month and it snowed the other day. So, does it ever snow in Rome? "Ogni morte di Papá" which translates to "Every death of the Pope" which in turn means, once in a blue moon.
For those of you a bit out of the loop I went to Philly at Christmas to say "ciao" to the family and ended up staying for all of January. Here's the itty-bitty recap on that month: I was sick for the first 2 weeks, had a life crisis during week 3, resolved life crisis during week 4 with the decision to come back to Italy right away and worry about life at a later point in time. January also included many good times with friends and family; thanks for always making it so hard for me not to love Philly!
So, here I am in Italy again and it's been wonderful. I love the chaos of Rome and big city life: tons of people to chat up, lots of cafés to pop into for a cappuccino, hundreds of streets to wander down where I eventually ask myself, "Where am I and how did I get here?" On my third day in Rome, I got lost on my way to Campo di Fiori. Within a 3 block radius I must have asked directions at least 16 times which brought me wonderful affirmation and proves that Rome is the perfect place for me: every single time I stopped someone to ask directions, both men and women called me "bella" and told me I spoke Italian really well. And so I am here to stay! Well, at least until the travel bug bites and takes me elsewhere. The savvy observer might interject that if I actually understood Italian well then I wouldn't get lost quite so easily to which I would reply, I get distracted easily by sparkly objects, my quest for the perfect leather purse and gelato, thank you very much.
More to come soon, I promise. I do have one request for you: the next time you say your bedtime prayers, can you please ask God, Buddha or to whomever you pray to send some California sunshine my way! I am sick of the rain! Grazie!
