So, I tested positive for covid. Keep in mind, I worked at a Mexican bar for two summers in a row where people committed atrocious sins like double dipping in the salsa and tipping less than 20% to their very cute waitress, and I never once tested positive. I partied in Roman bars where people were packed in like sardine cans and our collective body … Continue reading rub some dirt on it
Listen, I’m no saint. I do crazy shit sometimes, as must we all, but I had always heeded the words of my mother: don’t ride on motorcycles. So, I had successfully managed to live in Rome for three long years without even once gracing the back of a Vespa. A true tragedy, as I have very nice long legs (if I may say so myself) … Continue reading two full moons in rome: my first time riding a vespa
Rome is a different city at 4:30 in the morning. Instead of hands running sticky with gelato and roaming gangs of tourists shamelessly posing and loitering, hands run sticky from cheap beer- and god knows what else- while droves of drunk study abroads who came to Rome to find themselves stumble home. It was in this blissful haze that I likewise found myself, along with … Continue reading risking it all in the roman ruins
the moaning lisa 