Italian Superstition

Way back when, I couldn't find any wood to knock on and an Italian girlfriend of mine told me that the Italian equivalent is grabbing your boob (balls for men)...and I've been doing it ever since.

Risotto just doesn't cut it

One of the first thoughts to cross my mind upon coming home.

Homebody is happy to be home!

Strawberry Yogurt

Souvenir Sunburn.

Pretend-Italian

I'm just very, very good at pretending. This applies to every language I (don't) speak.

Happy Sunday!

Mexican Cacti

Traveling from Palermo to Taormina by train.

Probably the Mafia

a cat what?

For all the people who know me in real life and thought I was a classy kind of girl, I'm sorry for deceiving you.

So far so good

All is good in Palermo. Aside from two elderly Japanese tourists and three Chinese shopkeepers, we seem to be the only Asians in the city. Lots of Germans, though! And lots of seafood and pistachios.

21 Meals

We're going to Sicily soon, and this is how my mom plans out her holidays.