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It’s December and I’m reminiscing about my time in Italy earlier this year. I miss learning new Italian phrases and hearing the language every day. I’m craving the laid-back lifestyle, the complete understanding of the beauty in doing nothing. Maybe I’m just ready for a post-pasta nap.

Italian is full of beautiful phrases, some of which don’t have a literal or perfect translation to English. In fact, those are my favorite words to learn. Huffington Post listed 11 Italian phrases whose meanings run a little deeper than English words can handle. Check out the list and take a mini Italian vacation.


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The Last Week!

This time next week, I will be in Chicago.

Correction: This time next week I will be at Bang Bang Pie in Chicago, let’s be honest. I want to land, take a shower, and have some pie in my vicinity within 48 hours. 

I can’t believe my time is almost up in Italy. It’s been an incredible experience, and I’ve met so many interesting people. I’ve had the chance to live with a beautiful family, travel with great friends, learn Italian, teach English, and eat my weight in pasta. I have zero complaints.

I’m going to make the most of my remaining days here, and who knows – maybe I’ll be back before I know it!

Here are a few photos from this weekend and last week:

Listening to great traditional music at a local restaurant. 


Say hello to the crazy monkeys I live with 🙂

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Gorgeous day for a party in the garden, complete with Princess greeter.

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“Siamo fuori!”

passportDay 1 went off without a hitch! I did leave my passport on the plane from New York to Rome, though. Is that a hitch? I got it back…

From Rome to Reggio Calabria the nerves kicked in a bit. I think I finally realized what was happening. But as soon as I saw my luggage made it all the way from Chicago (3 flights!) to southern Italy, and Giovanni and Vittoria welcomed me with smiles and open arms, I felt just fine.

Their house is beautiful and I could be trapped here for the next two months and not have much to complain about. I’ve met lots of family members and might start taking Italian classes at a local university soon. I met the children last night and we became fast friends. We can barely understand each other but that doesn’t stop us from playing, making up games, and coloring together.

Last night, Rebecca and I played volleyball with a balloon for what seemed like hours. She kept telling me what the rules were in Italian – “solo le mani!” only hands – and every time we let it hit the floor (game over) she would laugh and say “siamo fuori!!” – we are outside.  As it turns out, I live with a 5-year-old Italian teacher 🙂

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The Italian Job


Surprise! I’m moving to Italy for two months to be an English tutor.

Shocked? Understandable. But this huge move is one I’ve been contemplating for a few years, believe it or not. I love the Italian culture, language and I guess the food, and I know I’d have serious regrets if I never got around to doing this. My stars aligned and the timing seemed right… So I’m doing it!

I’m going to be a “Conversation Coach” for a host family in Italy’s Calabria region – waaay down south at the tip of the boot. I’ll tutor them during the week for a few hours every day. In exchange, they’ll provide me with meals, a room in their home, and the chance to immerse myself completely in another culture. The family seems wonderful, and have even offered to show me around the region on the weekends. Italian excursions? K.

I’m off tomorrow, bright and early, and will be back before my birthday. If you want to keep up with what’s going on while I’m in Italy, you can follow along here!


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