Category: Pisa, Italia

• Pisa: My favorite Italian city becomes yours

  Chi orienterà le mie vele in mezze al mare? Who will orient my sails in the middle of the sea? Ovidius, Fasti, 1.466 AFTER living in Pisa for nearly 3 months during my first job as an Au Pair last summer I’m proud to say I’m no tourist to the city. Out of all the…
• Homeward Bound

  Welcome to my 40-page masterpiece of 2019. After 4 1/2 months of travel, writing, photographing, and being immersed in a new language (and the Italian sea) I created this “edited diary” of my adventures. In it you’ll find poetry, drawings, a short story, favorite song lyrics that pulled me through the hard times, and entries…
• October 8th, an ode to Italy

  An excerpt from my diary It always takes me about 3 months to fully adjust to a new home I think. And I think it was this morning that it really struck me how beautiful Italy really is, and how the deeply rooted medieval structure of each city actually has it’s benefits. It encourages walking…
• il rapporto

  a writing from August 3rd I should start writing, and paying closer attention to how I begin becoming acquainted with a language and culture, the two are inseparable, I believe.  I’m starting to normalize the language, the sounds, the lilting syllables, extended for emphasis, sometimes the tones that sound almost whiney, because it’s so expressive,…
• Lido di Camaiore

  random thoughts from days on an Italian beach It’s weird to be in a place so dreamlike, staring off into the distant mountains, waves relentlessly rising and falling, pushing you forward and pulling you back in the trough, hearing the laughter and splashing of kids, and feeling weightless floating in the sunny sea.  Contemplating my…
• Food favorites from my first month in Italy
• July 25th

  I was presently looking out the window while sitting on the train. Rolling through the tuscan hills, my eyes were lit by bright boxy houses each with it’s own field of green, a lush mountainous backdrop behind it all, and limitless blue skies that spoke of languorous days lasting an eternity. But what struck me…
• When time stops

  For me, travel, like everyday life in one’s hometown, has it’s ups and downs. There are moments of boredom, waiting around for a train or a reservation, moments of reserve, not feeling up for the crowds, the hundreds of languages washing over you as you try to make sense of the ancient sights sitting right…