I have just over a week left in Rome, and it’s starting to feel like the end. Everyone is acting as though the semester is already over, but that’s probably because it basically is. I’m starting to think about packing and souvenirs. I’m beginning to clear out my shelf in the refrigerator. I’m trying to use up things like the bottle of shampoo that has inexplicably lasted all semester.
As eager as I am to get home, there’s no sense in rushing these last few days. I can walk slowly and sit in the sun and drink coffee and read for hours because I don’t have anything particularly pressing to do. I like that.
Musicians in Piazza di Santa Maria in Trastevere
I don’t really have anywhere to be, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been doing things. Continue reading
It is shockingly cheap to buy fresh produce in Italy. Eating locally and seasonally is so inexpensive that it’s practically inexcusable not to do so.
Most days, I make my way over to the outdoor market at Piazza di San Cosimato. Continue reading
The congregation of Santa Dorotea parish gathered in Piazza Trilussa to begin the Palm Sunday procession. In true Italian fashion, we carried blessed olive branches instead of palm fronds.
I adore Trastevere. I’m absolutely obsessed and totally infatuated with my neighborhood, la vera Roma. Trastevere is one of Rome’s oldest neighborhoods – people have lived “across the Tiber” since Etruscan times – and it remains one of the city’s most authentically Roman locales. It’s a place characterized by clotheslines between windows, flowerboxes on rooftops, and cobbled streets so curvy and small that many cab drivers refuse to venture into the heart of the neighborhood. Continue reading
It’s good to know that I’m developing a decent sense of direction and orientation in Rome, but it’s not so good to have to use it to determine that the bus I’m on is going the wrong way. Getting back to my apartment after my on-site class today was an absolute fiasco. Continue reading
I’m fairly certain that Cate and I are the only Notre Dame students who traveled to Malta this semester. I’m also reasonably certain that we’re some of the only Notre Dame students who have ever gone to Malta or will ever go to Malta. For those of you who are as geographically-uninclined as me, Malta is an island country in the Mediterranean about 100 miles south of Sicily and 400 miles north of Libya. Continue reading