American Girl in Italy

How does the blue mold get in Gorgonzola? Have you ever heard the rocks at Castiglioncello sing and why do writers always seek solace in Italy? Time for me to find the answers to these and see, if in doing so, I also find my home.

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Location: Rome, RM, Italy

i am actually the lost royal heir to the small kingdom of Birundi...having been secreted away by my wet nurse when mean overlords arrived turning our little known, yet terribly chic fiefdom into a nasty republic. now my people sit glued with their eyes glazed.....dreaming of distant IRA's and stock options, having long forgotten the taste of sweet green olive oil and the scent of rosemary.

31 May 2005

Motorino Virgin no more!

OK all......I have lost my cherry. Rode my first 50 CC scooter tonight and didn't kill anyone.....not even a scrape. Woo Hoo....so long to the stinky sardine can that is commuter life on the metro during high tourist season..

(And a friend gets three gold stars for not passing out while he looked on in horror)

posted by ~Sparrow | Tuesday, May 31, 2005

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