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Italy is awesome (and awesomely frustrating for foreigners) so no wonder there are zillions of books written about it. These books range from guidebooks to essays to memoirs. Here I have picked the 5 books written about Italy that if I had my way, would be unwritten and I would get the hours back I spent reading them, a refund of the money from buying them and have my brain erased of any and all remnants of these atrocities. Below I write my opinions of the books, followed by the funniest Amazon reviews I could find (if they are available).

#5 Desiring Italy: Women Writers Celebrate the Passions of a Country and Culture-Susan Cahill

Desiring My Time Back

My Opinion: This should be titled Desiring My Time Back. Luckily, I didn’t pay any money for the book as it was a part of a book exchange (though I paid in terms of the agony inflicted on me by reading it). It’s basically a collection of essays written by women who have traveled to Italy. When I cracked open the book, I struggled to keep my eyes open. This is coma inducing unless you really love complicated, Victorian era writing. Maybe it gets better, but even after jumping around a bit I couldn’t get into to any of the writings. It reminded me of the required readings in a high school English class.

Amazon review: (Sadly this was the only critical review of the book out of the few that were left. I can only assume people didn’t leave a review because they quickly wanted to forget they had ever read it.)

Unfortunately, I was disappointed by the book; it did not meet my expectations or hold my interest so I abandoned it in our hotel room. -SM

Why You Shouldn’t Bother: If you’re like me, you look to books to inspire you. The only inspiration I got while reading this was to sleep-long and hard. Unless you are a real lover of dry essays compiled into a book, skip it.

#4 Rick Steves’ Italy-Rick Steves

My Opinion: I had high hopes for this guidebook, after all Steves’ was practically my neighbor (we lived in the same area of Seattle). When I had won free tickets to Rome, I had virtually zero travel experience. I was in need of some guidance. I went to one of his lectures about Rome and was horrified. With his little slide show filled with gypsies begging next to the Colosseum, I felt like I was traveling to a war zone. Steves’ said not to worry and by purchasing his guidebook, we would have the tools we needed to take on Rome. So I bought it and upon reading it I was even more terrified than before. Based on his book, I was going to have babies thrown at me while a rabid group of children ransacks my pockets and purse. Anyone having traveled to Rome would soon figure out what nonsense this all is. I feel more safe in Rome than I do in my hometown of Spokane, Washington. While pickpocketing does happen here, I have never experienced any of the things Rick described in his lecture and guidebook (that’s not to say it NEVER happens though). I continued to use the book to get ideas on where to eat and what to see. Sadly, everything Rick writes about gets ruined. I’m sure when he had first visited these places, they were good. But now they suck because of the unrelenting hordes of “Rickniks” that descend upon them. Most of the small businesses can’t keep up with the demand and the places recommended basically turns into overpriced tourist restaurants with frozen food being passed off as authentic. All the restaurants and “back door” sites were filled with other Americans carrying this guidebook. Oh and don’t get me started on Cinque Terre.

Amazon reviews:

Hey folks - did you know there’s nothing to see in Rome? You might as well move on. That’s according to Rick Steves. He writes “For most travelers, Rome is best done quickly… Italy is more charming elsewhere.” He recommends Rome as a side-trip from somewhere else!!! I think our friend Rick has been hitting the grappa rather hard because, to anyone who’s been there, it’s clear that he doesn’t know what in the world he’s talking about. -tony 7962

Steves says he’s giving you “only the best” of Italy, but what he really means is that he covers only the most obvious, tourist-trodden destinations…if you want to step off the beaten path (meaning really off the path, not to Steves’ “finds,” which have been in every decent guidebook for half a century), you’re on your own. (He pretends that Sicily doesn’t even exist. Amazing.) And the restaurant recommendations follow suit — tourist traps. I got in the habit of looking into the places he suggested, just to make sure I wasn’t missing something, but didn’t eat in any of them after the first couple of days. Time and again it was the same thing: a room full of American customers and tired-looking Italian waiters with painted-on smiles.-a customer

Why You Shouldn’t Bother: Unless your dream vacation in Italy consists of surrounding yourself with hundreds of other Americans pushing and shoving into hotels and restaurants recommended by Rick, then don’t buy this book. I have found reading blogs (shameless plug?) offers much better advice on where to go, what to see and what to eat than any guidebook does. Plus, most of these places a local blogger would recommend would never have 20 buses parked outside.

#3 Living La Dolce Vita-Raeleen D’Agostino Mautner

My Opinion: I bought this in a hurry which was probably my first mistake. Instead of it being a book about a woman in Italy like I had imagined based on the cover, it is a self help book with loose Italian tie ins that are mostly just common clichés about Italy and Italians: family values, good food, friendship, slowing down. As I was reading it seemed like the author has never visited Italy and is just going on what seems to be common characteristics of an Italian lifestyle (”Family is the focal point of Italian life” pg.1). My suspicions were confirmed again when on page 97 she gives a recipe for “Spaghetti and Meatballs alla Mamma” !?!?!?!? At that point, Daniele made me stop reading the book and threw it away.

Funny Amazon reviews:

In the epilogue, the author expresses her resentment of how “Hollywood” stereotypes Italians. Perhaps she hasn’t noticed that the preceding chapters do exactly that, but instead illuminating all the “positive” stereotypes of Italians. The Italian people are diverse just as Americans, and it is unfair many of them do not live the “dolce vita” as described.-Travis

The advice she gives reads like something out of an article in “Seventeen Magazine”. For example, here are some of her tips for cultivating friends, Italian style: 1)Spend the time it takes to cultivate new friends. 2)Go beyond the superficial to create intimacy. 3)Practice giving and receiving affection. 4)Be willing to listen. 5)Show loyalty in your words and actions. I bet you never would have thought of those things on your own, right?-L.A in CA

Why You Shouldn’t Bother: 99% of the advice is common sense, and putting an unimformed Italian theme on the advice is just annoying.

#2 As The Romans Do-Alan Epstein

My Opinion: I had high hopes for this, after all it was on Oprah! But I just couldn’t get past all the stereotypes and generalizations (also read Shelley’s awesome review of this book as she draws similar conclusions). For example: All Italians LOVE ironing and do not like dryers, they all hate dishwashers and have no clue as to how to decorate a Christmas tree. Oh and all women dress to the nines all day, every day. This is not the Italy I live in. I have Italian friends that hate ironing as much as I do, love their dishwasher and can decorate X-mas trees beautifully. I also see women and men in sweats or tracksuits out and about daily. I could go on and but…

Funny Amazon reviews:

This book is an infuriating collection of stereotypes, errors and prejudices.-S Sabes

Clearly this author had two goals in mind: 1) to take advantage of the Americans-living-in-Europe publishing trend, a la Frances Mayes, and 2) to brag endlessly! I got tired of reading about the author’s expensive apartment and furniture, his Mercedes and his impressive friends after a few chapters and gave up on this.-E.Griffin

Reading this book reminded me of why I don’t like to be invited to a slide show of somebody else’s trip– you had to be there. Amateur photography and amateur writing just do not convey the essence of a place very well - disco75

When Mr. Epstein isn’t begging for attention when recounting his associations with washed-up American politicians, or his fifteen minutes of obscure fame induced from Oprah’s TV book club, he offers little more than obvious insights into the workings of this fine city. More attention is placed into the exquisite decorating of his new home (bragging as usual) than to the description of his characteristic Roman neighborhood.- frankpoliti

Why You Shouldn’t Bother: I think the reviews give a pretty good case as to why you should skip this one. I think very few people are able to relate to the author’s version of Rome.

#1 Under The Tuscan Sun-Francis Mayes

My Opinion: Yeah, you probably saw that one coming. But I couldn’t believe this book when I read it. Boring and horrible both come to mind. I can’t even put into words how WRONG this book is. Luckily, the Amazon reviewers do a great job, saying all that I wanted to say and more. I was literally crying from laughter after reading these reviews-they are so right!

Funny Amazon reviews:

The mindblowingly boring guide to breathtaking Tuscany…If you are a fan of Italy, don’t kill the magic with this book.-Dana Al-Husseini

Another reason that I gave it 3 stars was the author’s insistence in calling the period of afternoon rest that many people in Italy observe a “siesta”. For someone who claims to love Italian people and culture you would think that Ms. Mayes would be ashamed to use the Spanish translation of this practice. In Italian it is called “risposo” and is a very important part of Italian culture.”-H.R. Bryant “mommy fish”

Here’s the cliffsnotes version of the book: Two professors go to Italy, buy a house, fix it up, visit it every summer and Christmas and serve lots of dinners to lots of other people, all who have no story to tell either. You also get a lot of descriptions of doorways and vegetables. There, you’ve read it!-Just xLNs

Her book is full of smug, self-congratulatory prose- verbal “O lucky me!” hand-clapping- along with recipes, and “vacations from her vacation” in Tuscany with her mysterious gentleman friend, identified only as “Ed.”…She thinks Italians were put on this earth for her personal entertainment- they’re so quaint, with their funny hand gestures and odd little customs that she makes no effort to understand. Or else, they exist to perform whatever manual labor at her villa she finds too heavy or too tedious, and whatever skilled labor her exacting Martha Stewart standards of decorating demand…Her comments on Italian art are pretentious, poorly informed, and without a single interesting insight. Her one moment of humility comes when she admits her difficulties in learning Italian…But so what? She doesn’t need to know Italian. Mayes lives in the insulated dream world that only the very wealthy can afford to build around themselves…The parties she gives and attends are so unvaryingly elegant that you start wishing someone would belch, tell a dirty joke, get nastily drunk, come down with a case of Tuscan Tummy, or admit to cravings for a Big Mac. Did I mention that Mayes has absolutely NO sense of humor?-A reader

Characters besides Mayes and her high opinion of herself are nonexistent; 280 pages -is Ed her husband, her boyfriend, her slave? Whatever, I don’t even care anymore. I’d feel sorry for him if I could figure out who he is. I could go on and on, but I’m not Frances Mayes so I won’t. My advice to her is to get over herself. My advice to a potential reader is to get over your impulse to read this book. –Mystery Fan “jax475”

I know where to put this book - in the recycling bin, in the hope that it will be reborn as blank paper in the typewriter of a real writer.-A customer

How could Italy be boring? Ask Frances Mayes….-A customer

Why You Shouldn’t Bother: Huh? Oh sorry -I was still laughing at how hilariously accurate those reviews were. Seriously, how did this book get published and why was it on any best seller list?

So there you have it! What are your thoughts and opinions? What books appear on your worst list?

May 7th, 2008

Well, I dropped out of language school a few weeks ago. It started with being sick, then it was being out of town and then my pre paid 3 months was up. I didn’t really feel like forking over another 450 euro. So for the last few weeks I haven’t studied at all. Just when I think I am managing just fine without school, the barman at our neighbourhood bar made fun of me. Everyone thinks just because I am shy and don’t ramble on in Italian that I don’t know how to speak, or at least say “un Caffè”. Here’s how it all went down: I was at the bar with my suocera (mother in law), we were on the way back from my doctor appointment (more on that below) and I was kind of spacing out when he said something. I didn’t say anything back because I didn’t think he was even talking to me and I was deep in my own thoughts. Then he said something along the lines of “She still doesn’t speak any Italian?!?” Then my MIL said told him no only a little. At this point I had realized he was talking to me and in Italian asked what he had said. Apparently he wanted to know if I take my coffee in a tazzina o un vetro (a little mug or a shot glass). For one, no bar person has ever asked this to me, and two WHO THE HELL CARES!? The thing that really pissed me off was how I had just had a visit with my doctor and talked to him for a half hour in Italian about my medicine, how I was feeling and the upcoming plans for my medication. Did I mention this was ALL IN ITALIAN? Then when I don’t hear the bar guy ask me what my preference in coffee cup is, I am told I am basically an idiot for not speaking Italian. I know it’s not his fault, but I got no love from the MIL either. I mean, I talk to her the most out of everyone and our whole relationship takes place in Italian, but in her opinion I speak very, very little. I think maybe she is like protecting me from being embarrassed. I don’t know. I also think that people don’t actually realize how shy I am sometimes, especially when I have to think really hard before I speak. I don’t know, it’s just annoying to me. It makes me feel like I have made no progress even though I know I have. So after that whole scene I came home and signed up for Cyber Italian. I did the free trial and took the placement test and it seems pretty decent and a steal for only 40 dollars (not euro!). You get 6 months of self paced lessons, vocab, quizzes games and chats with a teacher and other students. I’m not sure what to expect, but we’ll see. I do know that I need some sort of structure or I just don’t study. I think this will be good for that.

****Ooohhh as I was writing this I realized there was a “chat with the professor” going on. I joined in and it was really fun! The teacher is an Italian living in Rome. I am quite impressed. Now I want to jump in and start the lessons. There are 2 chats a week, one in text and one over video. It seems cool and is 100 times cheaper than my school. I’ll keep you updated on how it goes. So far so good!****

Speaking of doctors (see above) I am so, so happy I have excellent doctors around me now. The one I saw the other day was my dermatologist. I have suffered from acne since I was like 14, it’s not the horrible disfiguring kind, but it’s enough to make me really self conscious. In the US, with my spotty medical insurance, I either couldn’t afford the treatments or the doctor, or they were reluctant to put me on anything other that antibiotics, which didn’t clear up my face and left my body virtually defenceless against everything that might require antibiotics (think really painful kidney infections). So basically I was screwed and still had zits. Now I have the best derm I have ever seen (and I have seen many). He is Italian and speaks no English. I glad I went with him regardless (I had a REALLY bad experience with an English speaking doctor in Rome, I will write about that soon). He had no hesitations putting me on accutane, something I have wanted forever. I am so happy! It’s been 3 months and my skin looks clearer than I can ever remember. I’ve had some gnarly side effects like back pain and crazy chapped lips, but it was nothing like suffering from the breakouts I had previously. Thank god I have universal healthcare, that’s all I can say.

In other news, I wanted to thank everyone for their advice on my blog conundrum. I still might switch over to a new site though LOL. I have great new ideas for a complete overhaul. I am kinda leaning toward moving and recreating a new pretty blog, but it is nice to know that if I get lazy none of you will care that much! Thanks buddies!

Still no word on our exact move date. GRRR. However, Daniele has been poked to death with all sorts of needles in preparation. He has to get every vaccine known to man since he will be in Afghanistan and Iraq. Poor pookie.

Apr 30th, 2008

brains2.jpgWith my upcoming move to Verona I was trying to brainstorm what to do about this blog. I’m freaking out because it doesn’t make since to have Jessica in Rome when I am not living in Rome. Here are my options:

I could leave it as is and just start a new Verona one. Or I could shut it down and transfer everything over to a new, non city specific blog, since it’s likely we may move again in the future. I guess my main problem is with the address www.jessicainrome.com. Why did I pick that?! Why not Jessica in Italy? Is it even a big deal? I hate the thought of having to reroute everyone to a new website and re-establish links and all that. On the other hand, it would be fun to build a new blog and put all of it under a non city specific theme. Or, I could just leave everything here, under this address and just change the header and graphics. But I am afraid that would confuse people who are looking for current Rome stuff. What are your opinions? I need help!

Apr 29th, 2008

Italy miniThat’s right folks, I hit up all corners of the boot in just 1 day! How? We went to Mini Italy!

Located near Rimini, MiniItaly was the second stop on my “just an average Italian vacation” vacation. This was day 2 of me being the only English person sight!

I couldn’t believe the amazing detail of all of the cities. I really felt like I was there! There were even working trains, cars, airplanes and in the Arena of Verona an mini opera! It gave me a good idea of the new places I want to visit in person.

So here is the grand tour. I left out Venice for the next post because it was absolutely insane-you’ll see! (note this is photo intensive!):

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First Stop Roma!

We have the Colosseo:

colosseo

The Airport:

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Termini:

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and the Vatican:

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Florence:
Mini Duomo

Rimini:

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Pisa:

pisa

Bologna:

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Milano:

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Torino:

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torino and the alps

Verona!!!

the arena

There were so many more, I have hundreds of pictures but I don’t want to put anyone to sleep. The islands of Sicily and Sardegna were really neat as well! You could get a look at the whole country from the huge monorail that goes around the entire park. I highly suggest you take a trip here, it was really cool!

Apr 24th, 2008

usWhen D and I realized our one year anniversary was coming up, we began brainstorming where to go to celebrate. I am honestly tired of the churches, museums and all the other junk that foreigners come to Italy to do. I wanted a cheap, down home, not made for western travellers, average Italian vacation. Some place where if I was born here, I would probably go. I wanted to experience Italy as if all this old stuff didn’t really matter that much. So I handed the reins over to D who is the most anti museum/anti church person I know.

He found us the cheapskate special: 3 nights and 4 days in Cervia located near Rimini on the Adriatic coast. Only we weren’t going to be beach bums, we were going on a theme park extravaganza! The first day we went to Mirabilandia (cousin of Gardaland, the bigger and cooler Italian theme park).

We had our sights set on this:

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But upon seeing how high and vomit inducing it looked in real life, we wimped out and went on the haunted ghost ride. Apparently the ghosts of old westerners in California who died in a mine shaft immigrated to Italy in the after life to haunt all who entered. oooohhh!

Then we went on the smaller of two roller coasters and I thought it wasn’t too bad and maybe we could handle the bigger, scarier one. That is until we saw our picture! I was having a blast and D was holding on for dear life! Poor guy. That pretty much ruled out any and all rides having to do with heights of over 10 feet.

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So we decided to go watch the Police School show and it was the coolest thing ever! It is a group of stuntmen who perform crazy tricks with cars and motorcycles. Definitely one of the neatest things I have ever seen.

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After that we wandered around the park, did a few more rides and saw a movie in 4D (you get to feel the movie with wind, water and moving chairs). It was a lot of fun, but we knew it was time to escape when we got ambushed by the musical group while we were eating. Just as I had taken a bite of food, a troop of Amici rejects came storming out with portable microphones. They began to “sing” and dance a badly choreographed routine. It was horrible. Oh, did I mention the entire thing was Grease related? There was a girl with a huge white afro wig, I guess she was Sandy. What is it about that movie here?

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Me losing my appetite to the song Grease Lightening

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Sadly the Ferris Wheel was broken, only adding to my fear that I should never ride one in case it breaks down while I am on it. It does make a nice backdrop though.

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Aargh!

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D Shroomin’

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Even Snoop Dogg was there!

After waving goodbye to tall Snoop Dogg, we headed back to the hotel. Later on, as the sun was going down, we took a walk on the beach. I couldn’t believe the amount of seashells!

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The end to the perfect day!

Apr 24th, 2008

As many of you may know, the foreign location of cycle 10 of ANTM is my city, Roma! They start off their adventure by doing a fashion tour on segways. Who does that? I think they forced the girls on those things so they would fall. I can’t imagine riding one of those things on the busy, cobblestone-y streets of Rome. Plus they were wearing high heels. Ouch.

What’s even better than that? The contestants had to do their CoverGirl commercials in Italian! It’s too painfully funny to watch. The best part is when Dominique speaks and it sounds like a mix between Chinese and Klingon. I thought the Italian director was going to die! This is seriously what I am scared I sound like when I speak Italian. If I do, no wonder no one can understand me! See the train wreck below:

Apr 24th, 2008

chatty One of my most favourite bloggers Robin of My Melange gave me this cute little blog award! I am a good chatter-er. Yay! So now I would like to pass this on to another one of my favourite blogs: The Red Scrapbook! I found this wonderful blog through a google alert I have set for Rome. I clicked through and couldn’t believe there was another Rome blogger that I didn’t yet know about and with whom I had so much in common with (well aside from the red hair and being Irish thing). I read this blog from the beginning and thoroughly enjoyed every single post. The Red Scrapbook is a treasure of a find, and the author knows how to chat and chat good! Her posts are all about her favourite music which she listens to on the way to work, how she met her French lov-ah, her adventures in Rome, her upcoming move to the USA and what she will and won’t miss from here. I will definitely be following this blog as she heads to California, and you should too!

Go forth and be chatty!

Apr 24th, 2008

Where’d the time go? Has it really been a year since I started this blog, and even crazier, a year since I got married (for real, not the fake wedding in October)?!?! To celebrate D and I are going on a little road trip. I will post pictures of all our weekend antics on Monday (or sometime next week depending on my level of laziness).

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Apr 17th, 2008

cleaning

I was never one for being really orderly. When I lived at home, I had to dig a path from my bed to the door, you know in case there was a fire or something. But the thing is, I have always been messy and not dirty. I was pretty certain on where I stood in terms of home cleanliness: somewhere between a few shirts on the floor and allowing science to grow on dishes. But moving to Italy and living with the clean police, Daniele, even so much as actually having a shirt on the floor is a serious offense. I am the least messy I have ever been in my life but I have yet to master the way of the Italian casa. According to D, my mess crimes begin inside the closet. His closet contains shirts that are perfectly ironed and hung up in order from long to short sleeves. I, on the other hand, am lucky if I can get the doors to close on mine. The other thing is my makeup case. I have a serious makeup hoarding problem. D thought he could help (himself mostly) and bought me the ultimate Sephora makeup case, complete with keys! However, it is now so full that I can’t close it, or lock it for that matter. The contents are now barfing onto the counter. But in reality, that is the extent of my messiness on a day to day basis. In Italian reality, I am a disorderly tornado ripping an unrelenting path of destruction all over the house. But like I said, I do try. But I have a secret, a messy secret!

All the trying to be clean goes out the window when D has to travel for work, like this week. I call it “me time” which translates to I do the dishes the night before he gets home, my makeup takes over the entire bathroom, the bed doesn’t get made, laundry piles up and there is a circle of wrappers and cans surrounding my lazy bum as I partake in a 3-4 day Sex and the City marathon. The night before he gets back I scurry around, frantically hiding the evidence that he is married to the anti-housewife.

My plan usually works. I think he suspects what I am doing, but it’s a “don’t ask don’t tell” kind of situation and as long as everything is in place when he gets back, it’s no big deal. But lately the in-laws have been showing up during “me time” and witnessing the inhumanity that is not cleaning the house for 4 days. They try to hide the looks of horror on their faces, but I am beginning to wonder what exactly they must be thinking. I have heard from others that Italians are clean freaks, so I wonder if people in this country are all sensitive to witnessing mess first hand or if it’s just my in-laws that are really clean focused. One time D’s cousin knocked on the door to borrow sugar. My heart dropped. The kitchen looked liked a war had broken out between the cups and the plates, followed by a food fight. I just knew she would follow me into the kitchen so I tried to prepare her with the “sorry about the mess” speech. When she actually saw it, I swear she turned white and mumbled something about how her kitchen was messy too. She invited me for a coffee (to get me away from the dangers of the mess?) and I saw that her kitchen had only a glass and a fork in the sink. Her mess was to mine like a stuffed teddy bear is to a rabid grizzly.

To top it all off (or to rub my face in my own mess), last night my sister in law actually told me it looked like gypsies lived in my apartment! I swear it wasn’t even that bad! I think some Italians are just hypersensitive to a little bit of clutter or I really am Messica: Queen of the Slobs.

Well time to go start cleaning, D is coming home tomorrow!

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Apr 9th, 2008

There is still a few things I HAVE to do in Rome before I leave. I had the list in my head but now that I am here with time to write it all down, I am totally blanking. Here is what I remember:

1. I need to go to the Sistine Chapel. Yes, I have lived here for a year and a half, not counting my two vacations prior, and have yet to do the line.

2. Eat my favorite pizza at La Scala in Trastevere

3. Eat the yummy Thai food at Thai Inn

Via Ozanam, 94

Rome 00152 Italy

+39 0658203145

 

4. Visit San Clemente (the church)

5. Visit the baths of Caracalla

6. Stock up on Sephora and H&M stuff

 

What am I missing?

Apr 2nd, 2008

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