Fancying Florence (foolishly)

I was wondering how long it would take for me to start missing Florence after I left. Well, the answer is: precisely 3 weeks. To be honest, if it hadn’t been for the holidays in between (equal to lots of time spent with wonderful humans) this might have happened even sooner. At least it’s January now. It’s so grey, cold and despicably wet outside that I don’t feel too silly being caught by yet another fit of the grass being greener on the other side. So here I am craving to stroll along alleyways and trip on bumpy cobblestone like the hopeless idiot I tend to be. Continue reading

4 mistakes I made in Italy – and how to fix them

Living in Italy isn’t always easy. There’s a whole bunch of unwritten rules and conventions that can be simply impossible to grasp as a foreigner. I am not even a real stranger to this country (In fact, I’m 50% Italian which is practically unnoticeable except for when I’m gesturing wildly, which tends to happen) and I still make an arse of myself ALL OF THE TIME. Many of these particular incidents are downright embarrassing, some just leave you hungry or confused or both. Here’s four of the numerous times I messed up while living here – and my very personal approach to damage limitation. Continue reading

A walk in Florence

From where I live right now, Florence is the next big city – and boy, it’s a big one. At least in terms of flawless, jaw-dropping beauty behind every corner. I usually go there on the weekends and I’m sure if I went on doing so for the next 20 years, I could still discover something new everytime. For now, I wanted to share some impressions with you that I stumbled across on my last few walks through Florence. Be sure that these will be contributed to soon enough! Continue reading