There’s a reason they call it an art–and if you’re looking for the masters, just come…
Author: The Florence Diaries
Living in Florence means always looking out for mystery poo on the sidewalk.
GUYS, GUYS! THE SUN IS OUT AND FLORENCE’S WEATHER MOOD SWINGS ARE OVER!! Wiggling my toes…
Dear Internet Diary, How are you? I know it’s been too long since we’ve last spoken–so…
When my good friend Georgette from Girl in Florence approached me about collaborating on a…
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Now before you go getting all uppity and self-righteous about me using the word “homeless”…
Capodanno, or New Year’s Eve for all us foreigners, is a celebration so rowdy and…
The past few days I’ve been happily trotting around London for a training trip with…
“Nobody leaves the table until they’ve eaten so much that they hate themselves.” Even after…
You guys ever troll the internet looking for things to occupy yourself with (obviously in…
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