I spent the weekend with some friends, eating and walking and chatting, and it was delightful. For Sunday lunch we had carbonara, a pasta dish of bacon and eggs that I have determined is the “breakfast of champions.” After the jump, here’s how it all went down:
I never tire of looking at the view from Marco’s terrace. This is a good thing, since I am usually on it, freezing my ass off, stealing wifi from some kind soul. Anyway, in winter there are usually some spectacular weather events. Here’s one I was able to capture. Enjoy!
Here are some pictures of, and from, Rome’s Gianicolo hill at sunset:
Hi. How are you? It’s been so long. Too long. And for that I am truly sorry. So much has happened since I last checked in.
I’ve written about it before on this day in years past, but today it is 30 years since my mother and I got on a plane to Cleveland, OH to have me join the second national touring company of Annie.
It’s true! It was in the papers! Well, the paper. Of my tiny island.
That day changed the course of my life. I loved every minute of my 2 1/2 years on the road. And I’ve been loving the last eight years more or less on the road as well.
Travel addicts everywhere, UNITE!
I took both of these pictures in the same day, and when I downloaded them I realized they reminded me of Halloween! BOO!
So, when I’m in the States my mom and I watch House Hunters and House Hunters International. If you don’t know, they’re shows about people who are, well, hunting for a house. You follow them as they’re shown three homes, and then at the end they tell you which one they’ve chosen.
I find these shows fascinating. Continue reading
In no particular order; more coming soon:
- If you get a flat on the Garden State Parkway, you have to call the State Troopers, and they call a tow company with parkway privileges.
- Dogs can’t pee or poo in water. They get out, do their business, then get back in.
- Sadly, the same cannot be said about humans.
- Burgers cooked on a grill are a national treasure. Continue reading
So, a while ago, I wrote this post about how Frascati is a great day trip from Rome, and specifically how you should go there to eat roasted pork in a cantina, and even more specifically, Osteria dell’Olmo.
Well, y’all are an obedient lot – because you’ve been going there in droves. Continue reading
Yes, boys and girls, it’s another installment of Busy Time Questions! Today’s question comes from West Coast Gay Mafia Don Matt:
If money was no object, where would you live for the rest of your life, specifically? Also, what would your dream house look like? Since you’re already living what I would consider a dream life (warts and all, I know), I’m curious what your BIG dreams are like.
Check out the surprisingly complicated answer (plus photos!) after the jump.
As keen readers know, I’m BIZZY. So I asked you for questions that I can answer to keep the blog up to date without, you know, collapsing in a heap from thinking of something brilliant to write every day. Today, we’ve got a juicy string of questions from the delicious Jessica Spiegel.
Jessica, as you may remember, is the knowledgeable and friendly woman behind the Italylogue over at BootsnAll. She writes: I’ve met you, read your blog, and read your book… You seem like a fearless go-getter. So I wanna know – what about travel SCARES you?
Hello all! I’m back in Rome now, the trip was long, Monte Carlo was a bust (no place to check your luggage?!), was whisked away to Viterbo for the weekend, and am busy with work. So, as promised, in order to keep up appearances (laughable as they may be to begin with), I’ll be answering reader questions for the next several posts. The first one comes from one of my favorite Internet travel people, the Happy Hotelier, about Venice. Enjoy!
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.” — Marcus Aurelius
In honor of my Uncle Lou, of Marco’s dad, and others who have recently passed. Hug someone you love today, and live a good life.
Over the next couple of weeks, I have to get down to bidness on an exciting new project that I can’t wait to tell you about. I’m not sure how it’s going to affect the creative energy I have for this space, though, and I don’t want to go radio silent. So, I’m opening it up to you, dear readers:
Imagine you’re sitting across from me at the table. We’ve finished our meals, but we’ve still got some wine left and the waiter’s leaving us alone. It’s late afternoon in Venice and we’ve got nowhere else to be. What story would you ask me to tell you? Let me know in the comments, and I’ll do my best to honor your requests in the coming weeks. And if you have any questions, I’ll answer them directly in the comments when I get a chance – so check back and see if I’ve answered yours, or subscribe to comments so you can get the answer delivered right to your inbox!
Finally, because I don’t tell you nearly often enough, thank you for reading what I write. It gives me great pleasure to know my voice is being heard.
When I started working with Cal – even before we began dating – he would invite me to brainstorm with him whenever he got a new Internet marketing copywriting gig. After six years, this brainstorming has become a habit whenever either of us gets a writing gig. In fact, it’s become such a habit, we tend to “market out” almost anything: We’ve come up with marketing plans for everything from Lindsay Lohan’s career to the restaurant that’s just opened up down the road (which, for the record, is a gay karaoke creperie).
So as we watched the events unfold surrounding the Eyjafjallajokull volcano ashpocalypse, we were amazed at the utter lack of marketing savvy from the overwhelming majority of the travel industry.
It’s springtime here in the South of France, which means your intrepid Miss Expatria has started shedding layers and lifted her head once again to feel the warm Mediterranean sun on her ghostly pale face. Let’s see what’s happening around town after a winter’s hibernation!
If a hotel room doesn’t have a view of the sea, why bother?
My mom wanted to remind everyone who asks her for my blog URL that you don’t have to forget and then remember to check my site – you can subscribe!
What does that mean for you? Well, it means that every time I post something, it arrives in your email inbox. There’s a link on the right there, just above my (totally adorbs) picture, or you can click on it below:
Subscribe to Miss Expatria by Email
That takes you to a site called FeedBurner. Just type in your email address and the code that lets it know you’re not a robot, then confirm the subscription from the email you’ll receive almost immediately.
That’s it! Then whenever I post something, you get an email from me, with the subject line “Miss Expatria.” Clever! When you open the email, you can read my entire post. If you click on the title of the post, you’ll be taken to it as it appears on this blog – and you can read the latest comments, or leave one yourself!
Which reminds me – to all of you who DO subscribe: I love getting your email responses, but I want you to leave them on the blog, too! It makes me look popular.
* The Netherlands: “The tomato soup is overcooked”
* Brazil: “I’m with Chico”
* China: “Little Sister has come”
* Many parts of Latin America: “Jenny has a red dress on”
* Australia: “I’ve got the flags out”
* Denmark: “There are Communists in the funhouse”
* Ireland: “I’m wearing a jam rag”
* England: “I’m flying the Japanese flag”
* Japan: “Little Miss Strawberry”
* France: “The English have arrived”
* Germany: “The cranberry woman is coming”
* Puerto Rico: “Did the rooster already sing?”
* South Africa: “Granny’s stuck in traffic”