I moved here from Vermont when I was 18 years old to study archaeology and well, I never left! I’ve always loved digging deeper (no pun intended) and sharing experiences with friends, which these days, means sharing my Italian adventures (and misadventures) on social media.

It wasn’t long before I was fielding messages from people I’d never met asking advice on where to eat, sleep, drink, and explore in Italy. Even more than that, asking how I made Italy home. 

It took even less time for me to realize that answering these questions, uncovering the real Italy for curious souls (like you!), was what I wanted to do.

Italy is so much more than just la dolce vita and Under the Tuscan Sun. It’s Nonni keeping neighborhood watch from their window or playing bocce in the park. It’s hot espresso slammed back at a crowded bar. It’s infuriating bureaucracy and a true crime junkie haven (did someone say mafia?). It’s sitting in a piazza and watching the world go by, a glass of wine in hand…

Italy is magic, heartache, wonder, joy, frustration, full bellies and belly laughs all rolled into one.