Bits

There are quite a few things that have surprised me here in Rome. Of course I come from a bias of NY Italians and the Sopranos, but I think the stereotypes throw a wide net. Here are some of my observations: I see more Romans drinking white wine, not red, even in the cold of... Continue Reading →

Roman purgatory

It's hot. Really hot. 98 (37) in the shade hot. Pure skin to liquid in the sun hot. It's been this way for weeks, will be this way for weeks. On either end of the weather graph that I stare at endlessly the number refuses to move, as if they've fallen there with glue on... Continue Reading →

Olympic fever

Once every four years I get to watch men and women run, swim, jump, fly. Once every four years, for two weeks, I am satiated, riveted. Sure, the winter games are on as well, but it's the sweat and heat that brings me down. The States tried to take it from me, my once-every-four-years ice... Continue Reading →

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