Sabbatical Year-Part VIII

Simply Roma, of Love

I was there under a sun of 30 degrees and the adrenaline of the Italian bus system. At the same time a ressaquinha insisted on not letting me, caraminholavam doubts in my mind. If I had received the exact information “your bus will come out of that blue dot at 11:00”, but no, the only thing I knew was that it was “over there” that the bus would arrive and depart for Rome. In addition, two American told me: they were tense because they had lost a bus that decided to leave 10 minutes before the scheduled time … and they weren’t there 10 minutes before us. Continue reading “Sabbatical Year-Part VIII”

Two Pizzerias to Anyone Put Defect

In Milan, obviously you will eat pizza. Several delicious and appetizing. And don’t be scared with the size of them, huh? It is because in Italy it’s not like here, you buy the spuds, the average or the giant. There, they all have a size only, about 30 cm in diameter, and are individual. Any waiter passed the request if you choose to share a pizza with someone else. Continue reading “Two Pizzerias to Anyone Put Defect”