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Thursday, December 14, 2023
Italians Just Know...
Wednesday, December 13, 2023
But I Want to Let you All in on a Little Secret
Which is another home store, not unlike IKEA, but French, and fabulous, called Maisons du Monde.
They have the BEST decor!! I love all of it and want to buy it all, but it won't fit in my suitcase.
So here is just a sneak peek at some of their best stuff!
This Vespa table, which is MUST have:
This cabinet that looks like an old gas pump:
I could go on and on, but I won't. I'm going to go paint and drink prosecco, but more on that, later.
This is why I don't blog...
...because I get caught up in the moment and forget my job as Travel Blogger Extraordinaire. I mean, how dare I enjoy what's happening in the present and forget my loyal public (my mother and myself)??
So I haven't blogged since Spain.
But I've been in Italy now for 4 days, visiting my boyfriend outside of Torino. He has started a new job managing a GastroPub in Pinerolo that has just opened, which is keeping him very busy--especially in the evenings, and so I've had some time to just enjoy my time in Italy.
Now, I could be checking out the cathedrals or visiting museums, or even taking a gastronomic tour, gorging myself on pasta...but I'm no tourist. I'm more of a local! And so I have been doing those super-secret things that locals do--like shopping at IKEA.
My friend Emilia has been looking for a new couch, and so I told her I'd meet her at IKEA and we could check out their selection. And so we did! She's a total love, but usually shows up very late, and this time was no exception, so I had time to just wander IKEA by myself..and I realized something.
IKEA is exciting and romantic.
Now you may be already shaking your head...but I swear it's true. In fact, I found myself a little sentimental and sad there, because the store is entirely populated by couples. Old couples, young couples, gay couples, straight couples, couples with young children--but couples. All dreaming and planning--starting a new home together, or renovating a home they've had for years. But I found myself lonely. I remembered that when Marco and I were dating when we still lived in Italy, we used to visit IKEA to buy the $1 candles which were literally all we could afford, and to dream about how we'd decorate a future home. And now, I have a lovely partner, but who lives in another country, and so we don't have the ability to plan a home together right now.
Regardless, I found it lovely.
And then Emilia showed up, and we bought her a couch, and did partake in some haute cuisine:
Saturday, December 9, 2023
I thought Spain was only 7/10 but now it's 10/10.
Friday, December 8, 2023
The First Hiccup in my Wild Week
A Wild Week
Friday, April 21, 2023
I Stand Out Here Like I Did in India
Well, so does my mom.
I think we're the only 2 blondes I've actually seen here (we can get into the fact that I am not technically a real blonde later. What's important is that's how I look).
We look like this:
And since most everyone else here look like these beautiful people:
The difference in the cost of things is staggering here...I haven't had a meal that cost me more than $15 and the best cocktail hasn't been more than $5. My dad bought a bottle of Glenfiddich for $30! You could get so used to it. And it's hard to distance yourself from what you think things ought to cost to what they actually do.
So there was, in fact, some discussion at breakfast this morning over what the driver we hired to take us to beaches today ought to actually be paid, with some in the "we should pay him more because it's still cheap for us as Americans and it's great for him" camp and some in the "yes but we're actually screwing ourselves because paying less is still a lot for him" camp, and both are valid.
Either way, I'm just happy to be spending a lot less than for a week in Colombia than I will for 2 days in New York next week.
Thursday, April 20, 2023
But I Thought Italy Had Prepared me for the Heat....
I'm sitting here in my nice, cold hotel room writing this (never fear, I will be taking to the streets again shortly), with suspected heat stroke.
Now I am one of those typical midwesterners who gets so used to months of snow that at the first sign of a 50 degree day is wearing shorts. That's hot for me. So even though I've spent years of summers in Italy, dying in the non-existent air conditioned conditions (as Italians swear it will kill you), they ain't got nothin' on Colombia. I mean, I am scarily close to the equator, so I shouldn't actually be surprised, but for some reason, I thought I could go running in the 130 degree heat this morning.
OK. it's likely not 130 degrees out. Maybe it's even only 80, and I am just a whiny baby, but I tend toward the dramatic.
Anyway, I went running. And that's because the amount of alcohol I consumed yesterday (and consequently, calories) sort of scared me into some sort of physical activity to counteract said alcohol. So off to run I went!
And true, it may have created a bit of heat stroke in me, but hey! That's the price you pay to be able to experience this:
Or this: