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When you move away from your home country to spend a few years elsewhere, you definitely have a picture in your mind of how life abroad will be. But sometimes, you don't get what you bargained for. FASHION: The expectation: I was pretty...

This summer, apart from a toccata e fuga weekend in Germany for my friend's wedding, I was stuck in Italy. For the first time in years, I didn't really know what to do with myself. By the time I’d started thinking...

I know, I know, if you come from the rainy UK, a week in Italy in the summer is probably something you fantasise about, but let me assure you that spending the entire month of August in an Italian city...

While tourists flock to enjoy the sandy beaches of Puglia, to photograph the adorable towns in the Cinque Terre or on the Amalfi Coast, to walk around historical cities like Florence and Bologna or the European capital of shopping, Milan,...

Drinking coffee in Italy is not only practically the national sport, but is also one of the first ways you'll be reminded that you are not one of them when you first move here. Italy simply wouldn't be the same without...

Sometimes I do strange things with no better reason than to prove to myself that I can (see also: vegetarianism of 2006; moving to Italy...

After Christmas in England and New Year in Barcelona, I’m back in Turin. I’m back to my cosy and newly de-cluttered house (thanks, New Year enthusiasm/Marie Kondo) and back to my much-loved friends, city, and routine. Anyway, it’s been a strange couple...

I’m going to start this post with a premise: if you can’t stand a bit of a moan followed by some vomit-inducing gratitude, all punctuated with some random autumn photos, stop reading now: you ain’t gonna like it. So, sometimes, it...

Being fluent in another language is usually pretty sweet. You don’t get ripped off by taxi drivers, you can pretend to be local when you can’t be bothered to answer pesky questions like “So, you seriously came to Italy to work?”, and...