Entries from 'Expat Life'

Italian: Using the Formal Tense with Style

I have a love/hate relationship with the Italian language. Italian is full of sounds we don’t have in English, and as if rolling your r’s and pronouncing gl weren’t hard enough you also have to add in the fact that there are more tenses and moods, and adjectives and nouns change endings depending on whether…

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Fill your tank, Italian style

An entire article on pumping gas in Italy? You’ve probably never stopped to ask yourself how to pump gas in Italy. In fact, I would bet on it. You probably assume it’s just as easy as pumping gas at home. Swipe bank or credit card. Pump gas. Drive away. Well, it’s nowhere near that easy…

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Encouragement: The Shapeshifter

  Now, I’ve been a budding ‘photographer’ (in quotes….very LARGE quotes) ever since my parents gave me a DSLR (I had told them that they weren’t getting as many pictures of their granddaughter as they would have liked because my point and shoot took 5 seconds just to flash!) but have been more or less…

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Located at last: La bella vita

I felt compelled today to create a new category for my little Spoiled Expat blog. Something that wasn’t just about life abroad, or the food, or the sights, but something else entirely. You see, I have been struggling with life here for the past 5 1/2 years and only now have I realized why. There…

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They are among us…

One of the questions I often get asked by friends and family before they come over is, “What should I wear?” or “What should I pack?”. I remember thinking exactly this the first time I came over to visit, and so, I packed my most stylish clothing, which, at the time, was nothing more than…

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Field of Dreams

Approximately 500m from our apartment along a heavily trafficked road lies a field, normally dormant and uninteresting with an old, abandoned building on it. Nothing too exciting. About a month ago, I noticed red flowers starting to slowly bud and bloom and asked Alessio what they were. Poppies, he told me. This road forms part…

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