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.

27 June 2006

signs that i need to go grocery shopping

there is no chocolate in the house.

and there really aught to be a law against houses without chocolate on a night when you meet, and have prosecco with, a man with wonderful brown eyes and a captivating smile in one of the loveliest piazzas in Rome.

posted by ~Sparrow | Tuesday, June 27, 2006

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