It was another big day of exploring in the hot summer heat. Rose and I ventured back to the Colosseum for an inside peek that also included a walk around the Forum and on Palatine Hill. Also known as Palatino, it is one of seven hills in Rome and guess what other city has the same amount of hills: Providence, Rhode Island!!!!!
Monday, June 13, 2022
Roma - Day Three
Saturday, June 11, 2022
Roma - Day Two
I am exhausted! We made it into quite the day of sightseeing. I woke up at 10 am - Italy time - which was 4 am Providence time. Not too bad considering I usually wake up at 5 am back home. I was able to stay up until 9 pm last night and after THIRTEEN HOURS of sleep, I felt pretty darn well rested. This was good because we embarked on an ambitious day of walking around the Eternal City.
It is my practice to journal each morning, which I did so with a cup of espresso by my side. I always sign up with Smart Traveler Enrollment Program (STEP) in case something funky is going on in the world that I need to know about. It was super helpful in March 2020 when I was kind of freaking out over the rumored US border closing due to the pandemic. I reached out to the office and got the actual scoop that settled me down. I also learned the very good news that I can reenter the US without taking a COVID test! Of course, we already spent $200 on the necessary testing kit but now re-entering the country will not be such a hassle.
Friday, June 10, 2022
Roma - Day One
The start of our journey started out as lovely as it could get with dear friend, Susanna, driving us to Logan Airport in Boston on Thursday afternoon. Traffic was not too bad and getting through security at the airport was easy peasy.
Our flight was jam packed but I was successful in changing our middle seats to our own window / aisle seats, which made the journey that much more enjoyable. We flew on Delta and what a nice experience! For the first-time-since-COVID-flying experience, this was the way to do it. Super comfortable, good food, free alcohol (although I passed on that offer due to often being dehydrated on flights), fantastic amenities, and attentive service.
When we arrived in Rome, getting through customs was like, 'what customs?' - it was that easy. The only snafu was with our ride to the air bnb (which is as darling as the pictures showcased - check out my video on my Instagram account that is a little tour of the place). It seemed we were all set and asked to wait a few moments to wait for another rider. Then, the driver comes out to tell us that his 'car is broken' and he will pay for our cab. We learned from our cab driver that there is some funny business going on with companies subcontracting to others and people end up navigating issues. In any event, we got to our place and had a very nice chat with the fellow who has only been a cab driver for a month. As I remember it, after he was treated for cancer, he decided to give this job a go. He shared some heartbreaking insights about the healthcare system in Rome. All the 'good' doctors move to Germany, the US, or other countries for better opportunities and no one sticks around. He shared that if his brother hadn't 'known a guy' (so Rhode Island!), he likely would have succumbed to his cancer. Our chat wasn't all doom and gloom but it was an interesting view from a local.
Shortly after arriving at our place, our host greeted us to give us the keys, a tour of the space, and a lovely bottle of wine. Sandro is married to the cousins who own this apartment. A very generous spirit and so welcoming. We were thrilled to learn that the building repairs that would have had our windows covered with scaffolding had wrapped up before we arrived! Busting open all the windows to let in some of that Roman air before it got too hot, we unpacked to settle in and then ventured out to grab some groceries. It was just a ten minute walk away and we picked up some necessities: salami, fruit, greens, etc. Again, we experienced such generous spirits as I didn't know you have to weigh and tag your produce before coming to the register. The very nice cashier lady ran all the way over to the produce section to do it for me! When we picked up some prosciutto in the butcher shop, the very nice fellow explained that they don't use pounds, they use grams, so I ordered 20 slices - problem solved. I expressed my gratitude to both of these folks for being gracious with this buffoon American.
After we got back into the apartment, we blew a fuse using too many things but both Rose and Sandro saved the day and we were back up and running with power. What a treat it was to sit in our kitchen to chow down on the bounty of goodness. I cracked up the bottle of wine for just a few sips (note to self: not recommended when trying to outrun jet lag but the fully leaded espresso certainly helped). The food was delicious.
"During the Middle Ages the monastery passed into different hands: from the Greek Basilian monks who fled the iconoclastic struggles, to the Benedictines in the first half of the 10th century AD, to finally reach the Camaldonese monks in 1573."
Sunday, June 5, 2022
Countdown: Quattro!
At the time of the writing of this post, I am just four goddess-willing days away from flying on a jet plane to Rome, Italy so I can rewrite my own Italian story.
My first / last visit to Italia was 17 years ago when I traveled to the country for my honeymoon. Although I was in gorgeous Tuscany for a month's time, let me just jump to the punch line: the marriage did not last a lifetime. It was a stressful time while abroad on this Grand Tour amidst perfect wine, mind-blowing history, and picture-perfect foods. I was navigating mild depression and feeling very unhappy. Plus, I was pretty much doing the sole parenting of our then 18 month old toddler. Fortunately, there were several others staying at the villa and I had some support. But the experience didn't inspire anymore big traveling for me again for over a decade. It was in 2016 I ventured to Montreal to bring in 2017 when my true blue travel bug bit and then there was no looking back!
Fast forward to the present. My darling daughter and I have been hoping to take a trip to Europe since 2018 or so but for many reasons - including the obvious one - it kept getting delayed, so when the world started to open up again, I suggested we take a trip to celebrate a major milestone in her life: her high school graduation.
Well, that idea was not with out some stress because the darling daughter let her passport lapse and I sadly booked a trip to Italy without her. I recruited my buddy, Rose, to join me for a portion of the trip and set about coordinating the details for the journey.
Planning the trip, especially in relation to the destination, has brought up a whole mess of feelings: excitement, anxiety, frustration - just to name a few. I find this interesting because I have traveled to several places outside of the US over the past few years without experiencing any stress. Planning a month-long trip to a foreign country is quite the undertaking and I was determined to make this dream come true. I realized that the fact that this is my first journey since the pandemic and to a location that has some negative memories associated with it, it was no wonder all these not-so-hot feelings were coming up for me. After Rose's weeklong visit, I am to live in Italy for another three weeks, all by myself. Me. Living in another country for a total of one month. Am I out of my mind?! I don't speak or understand Italian. Thank goodness for Google translate, yes?
Because it is a big trip, I am working with a travel agency, Connecting Hearts Travel. So many moving parts amidst so many people who also had the same idea as I did to travel to Europe this summer. The moment you would find a suitable Air Bnb, it was gone within minutes, so as soon as I found places to stay, I booked them, Danno.
My first two weeks will be in Rome. Rose will be with me for Week 1. Lila will arriving Week 2 and will be traveling with me for the rest of my stay there. As it turned out, the passport folks got her renewal to her in a matter of weeks (!). I found a sweet apartment to stay in. It is just a 10 minute walk from the Colosseum.Sunday, November 1, 2020
A woman, an idea, and a dream starts to come true
When I was little, I would dream about living and managing a motel. To be honest, I think I read about the story of a girl my age who lived at a motel with her family and I was intrigued by her experiences.
Fast forward to the future. I live a life of service in many areas of my life ranging from my relationships, to my business, to serving the community. Helping others is something that I like to do and yet, I never thought to pursue a career in hospitality. I have no idea why not because it is something that always comes to mind.
In March 2020, I visited Spain with a friend of mine almost moments before the pandemic hit the world hard. During our visit, we shared with one another our dreams: I wanted to manage an inn and she wanted to own one. A match made in bed & breakfast heaven!
Granted, starting a new business in hospitality may not be the best idea with so many unknowns lurking about (i.e. COVID-19 and a looming presidential election) but if you can't dream now, when can you dream?
My pal put a bid in on a property last week and it looks very likely it is 'a go'. Yesterday, we talked about vision and next steps. The future. It feels a bit whirlwind because it kind of is, but sometimes you have to jump onto the merry-go-round and hold on for dear life with a smile as big as Texas on your face.
As things move forward, I will keep you posted right here on this blog. My job for this project is capturing the details of the journey to share the story with our future guests. This is a dream that is coming into reality and I am both thrilled and feeling a bit anxious.
Stay tuned!
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
The Trifecta of Thrilling Truths
In my daily writing, I enjoyed a 'ah ha!' moment of sorts: figuring out what makes a happy day for me. I came up with three things that when experienced, I can tag as a banner day:
- Learning
- Laughter
- Love









