My Home In Rome

OK, it’s not really MY home. But it’s always assumed when I come to Rome that I stay at the home of Marco, my gay husband. That way, everyone knows where to find me.
Before I give you the 25-cent tour, let me tell you a bit about Marco. He is from Bologna, and he was [...]

Happy Mother’s Day From Rome

Ma,
A post just for you!
Love, The Kid.

Gigayacht! Curing Seasickness £100m At A Time

I often have luxury fantasies about tooling around on a yacht, wind whipping through my hair a la Grace Kelly and waiting for Truman Capote to ask permission to board.  But, alas, your Miss Expatria steps one sandal-clad foot on any sea-faring vessel and lunch makes a spectacular return.  I’m resigned to a life of waving from [...]

I’m Thoroughly Amused.

I have been hating on the New York Times recently.  Everything I’ve read in the last year or so just strikes me as too, too precious and white collar for my tastes.  Granted, they are writing for a particular demographic; but as they say, there are 8 million stories in the naked city, and it’s [...]

A Stone By Any Other Name

I’ve been following Vincenzo and Leo’s progress as they work in their garden, as you’ve seen in some earlier photos.  I have no doubt that millions of homeowners in the northern hemisphere are doing similar projects in their own gardens and terraces.  However,  an errant clunk or thump from the tip of the spade at Leo and [...]

Saturday Photo Post: My Rome

This is the building to the left of Termini train station, if you’re facing the architecturally fascist facade.  The stormy sky broke for a minute and shed some serious light on it.  No one seemed to notice it but me! 

This is where Marco takes me after he picks me up at the train station.  I always have [...]