I’ve just had brunch with two expats who have both spent well over a year living in Rome. We got into quite a debate because I mentioned that I still believe Italian males can be romantic and complete gentlemen. Try saying this in any piazza, discoteca or appartamento among female expats with some decent time […]
So a literary agent contacted me this week to discuss representing me and my book about running away to live in Italy. Can you believe it?!! After 20 minutes of squealing, cart-wheeling and jumping up and down like una matta, I took a breath and tried most earnestly to get a grip on reality. Dear reader, […]
“I’ve been to Rome.” How I’ve come to fear this response when I tell people where I live. I shouldn’t be so concerned. And yet on hearing those words I feel a throbbing urgency, an imperative to ensure they have fallen deeply in love, have spoken not of traffic or pickpockets or the heat or […]