Musings on Life, Work, and Love
Oh how I wanted to love Napoli. I wanted a dreamy week in the pizza capital of the world. I wanted to feel the ocean breeze while I sipped a crisp white wine. Basically I wanted an Italian Hawaii.
…or the French Riviera.
Napoli didn’t give a damn what I wanted. It wanted my money and it wanted me gone. Firenze welcomed me with open arms like we were friends forever. Napoli saw me as a nuisance, if it saw me at all. Nothing personal.
I’m having two problems right now in studying Italian. (Italian Version)
National Library
Ho due problemi in imparando Italiano. (English Version)
I Turisti
I hit 16 museums and attractions in the course of 4 days at the end of February. A friend came to visit for a week and that was a good excuse to overdose on culture. Which is exactly what we did, fueled by gelato and espresso.
When things don’t go your way…
I’ve traveled enough to have low expectations for physical mail overseas. Why is it easier to get a person across the Atlantic than it is to get a Fedex envelope? So I knew that trying to receive something here would be a plan of last resort. I hoped to go the entire trip without needing anything. I made it about a week.
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