Valentine’s in Paris. Valentine’s in Rome.

Valentine’s Day. One might think Paris is the perfect place to enjoy the jour des amoureaux. More so than Rome, at least. My mother was always thoughtful when the heart-shaped Continue reading →

love is in your offering. heads will roll.

A list of places you will not find me today: restaurants, flower shops, chocolate shops (except Jeff de Bruges, because I need to pick up some trashy chocolates for U.S. Continue reading →

autumn waiting. {it’s here}

Oh hey, y’all. I didn’t forget about you. Again. It’s just that … well, it’s just that… okay. There really isn’t an excuse. Can we still be friends? Updates coming Continue reading →

barber me. {but be gentle}

It was inevitable. Eventually, I was going to need a haircut. Or, as usual in my case, just a trim. Un po al fondo, por favore. I pay good money Continue reading →

pull up a plate. {homecooked}

After traveling for roughly six weeks without home or base, I’ve begun to miss having a kitchen. Eating on the go can be expensive, so I tend to grab whatever Continue reading →

texmex notte. {roma style}

Three {3} pans of “burrchiladas*” (roughly 25 lbs. of food), two {2} Margaritas-in-a-Bag, two {2} jugs of homemade peach mint white sangria, one {1} giant bowl of guacamole made from Continue reading →

texmex prep. {shake, shake, shake}

When I landed in Roma, the Romans gleefully informed me a TexMex Night* was in order. There are a few things about TexMex and Italy you should know before you Continue reading →

return to rome. {right where i left off}

I guess I’ve been having so much fun in Roma that I’ve neglected to write anything for public consumption, though I’ve filled pages and pages the past days. I arrived Continue reading →