It’s Sunday afternoon and I have nothing to do. This is one of the first weekends where am I actually able to say that. Gone is the whirlwind that was my visitors from Texas, and my obligations for work trips that brought me to Nice, France—the Dolomites, among numerous day trips into the lush countryside where our closest company was mostly the loud chirps of crickets. For now, it’s just Nico, a bored beagle and myself, all clamoring to keep…
Where to Eat in Florence This August 2017
28.07.2017
Ah the arrival of August. For me, it conjures up the image of streets empty of Italians (for th most part) in Florence and a slower vibe. The holidays surrounding Ferragosto, the 15th, being the time when most locals are away on beach holidays or in the mountains as the summer exodus reaches it peak in a land where it definitely used to be too hot to work during this time period. This summer, we’ve been hit by a pretty…
All hail the boutique hotel. You’ve heard it a million times when searching for accommodations while traveling and, it sounds pretty cool right? In my opinion, it’s a term that has been slightly abused in the travel industry. Of course the definition lies in a subjective, personal analysis, though it is to my personal belief that they are meant to be intimate accommodations that don’t feel part of a chain, typically unique in design, preferably family-owned or at the very…
33 Things I’ve Learned Upon Turning 33
13.07.2017
10 years ago, I was in Los Angeles finishing my last year of university and preparing to move back to Italy. I had two jobs, at a fancy tanning salon (hilarious), and at my university’s study abroad office talking to overly-excited students about what a year abroad was like in between shifts of crap work. I dyed my hair platinum blond because someone told me I shouldn’t. I shared a small apartment with the most adorable and patient soul in…
Momio Firenze: Brunch But Not Only
05.07.2017
I have to be honest, it’s been forever and a day since I’ve craved anything resembling eggs benedict. In Florence, it almost feels like brunch was a fad that came and went. After 10 years here, I have become more Italian than I would care to admit. I drink coffee and sometimes have a pastry for breakfast. It’s not really a thing we do in our household though for lunch, avocados often sneak into our meals. When the craving for…
July has arrived and it leaves in its wake the heatwave we’ve all been complaining about for almost the entirety of June. Yesterday, I was actually cold in my house as the summer storms have begun and the city gets a welcome break from the sun’s relentless beating. Florence is full-to-bursting as it is every July, I tend to get up early and wander the Duomo side of the city only then or after dark, a bit vampire-isa, I know,…