My mother always taught me to be a lady, always say “please” and “thank you”, and have an appreciation for the arts, among other things. I would sit on our living room floor and pour over her art history books and a well-loved world atlas from the late ’80’s. I starred at the boot shaped peninsula and read about Michelangelo, Botticelli, Bernini, and Da Vinci, trying to imagine the place where so many great talents found their inspiration.
Since then I’ve been to Italy multiple times, among other places overseas that we fell in love with too. A native Texan and Californian, and new Virginians, my husband and I try to get out to see the sites wherever we are. I always thought our European trips were going to be short 5 day adventures every 2-3 years, and I felt very fortunate with that pace. Imagine my surprise when my husband comes home from work several months ago and asks me if I’m “okay” with moving to Rome for a few years. Seriously? Who turns down living in the eternal city for any amount of time!
Fast forward to today. Our furniture is shipped, our bags are packed, our cats are crated (or they will be), and we are boarding our flight to Rome tomorrow afternoon.
This blog is about the travels, trials, and triumphs of an American couple in Rome. I’m not sure exactly what to expect from a resident’s perspective, but there will definitely be photos.