Mangia Mangia

So I actually set out this morning, having a short walk at Campo dei fiori and perhaps a coffee with Giorgio in mind, never would I have thought I’d end up in Viterbo!

I went to town by bus and actually had a very lovley walk and read in the autumn sunshine before I met up with Giorgio – who spontaneously invited me to his hometown for the weekend! And as I literally had nothing better to do, I said yes! 😀
We went straight to the train station and off we went to Viterbo, which is about a two hour journey away from Rome. Once we arrived, we pretended to be tourists and Giorgio showed me the old town. We had marzipan witch-fingers for merenda and went to a Spaghetti restaurant for dinner – they had over 300 options on the menu, but I chose to try classic roman Amatriciana, and it was amazing!

We started the next day with fresh cornetti and had a second breakfast at the station – we didn’t included the sunday timetable on our plans and had to kill some spare time…
When we came back to Rome, nothing was left of the beautiful sunny weather of yesterday, the sky was grey and rainy. So I went back home and spent the rest of Sunday with chocolate and books.


Hope you had a nice and spontaneous weekend as well!

XX, Angie

But first: home!

I know, I know – But you just arrived! you’d say. I know. And believe me, my fist few days in Rome were quite intense: looking for a flat, getting to know the city and straight away attending a summer school.
But since leaving London, the idea has always been that if by the end of September and before the official start of lessons at uni there is some time left, we’d be going home. Well, initially I also wanted to spend some time in Galicia, but unfortunately flight schedules and prices didn’t cooperate – so I spent a whole of 10 days in Austria!! 😀

And it was amazing! The weekend I arrived, the fair was in town (the prefect occasion to wear the Dirndl), the weather was beau-ti-ful all week long, I spent a lot of time with my little sister and my family and both my grandmas agreed that the best was to get some more flesh on my ribs was to feed me proper traditional Austrian food.
Actually nothing outstanding happened, apart form afternoon coffees and cakes in the sun, stunning autumn days, long chats with my friends, cookie binges with my mum and motorcycle rides with my dad and my sister. Everything was just normal – but a normal that has become so rare for me that it was like the best thing ever to come down after a crazy summer and let me charge my batteries looking ahead to a stressful first semester.


And all I can say is that every time I get home, I am again surprised by the beauty of Austria – I guess by now I’m annoying everyone back home with my sudden exclamations of joy when we drive down a super ordinary street. ^^ And everything is even more beautiful in autumn, when everything slowly turns orange!

Anyway, now I’m back in Italy, fully relaxed and full of food and sunshine, ready to tackle a new challenge.

Hab euch alle lieb daheim und ihr fehlst ma jetzt schon!

XX, Angie

New shores – again!


I started this blog almost exactly three years ago, in September 2013 – when I moved to London. After one crazy life-changing Erasmus year and a very meaningful summer, I moved in with my little sister in Priory Park Lane.

It’s both amazing and a little frightening how time flies, now I am three years older and (hopefully) wiser, full of Englishness and rich in experience.
But I had enough of tea and biscuits – Now I want caffé and cornetto! Yes, I moved! 😀
Exactly today two months ago, Gonzo and me packed up our things and we left London. We didn’t know yet where and when exactly we’d arrive, but we had a vague idea.

IMG_5366_II-2.jpgHere I am now, new city, new experiences, new language, new everything! I am (almost officially) inscribed for a masters degree in Marketing and I am so excited!

Wish me luck!

Tanti baci from Rome!

XX, Angie



Off to new shores!

After spending all Sunday (actually the whole last week, to be honest) cleaning and emptying our flat, Gonzo and me said good-bye to our lovely sun-flooded, memory-filled room in London and left super early today and spent the night at Luton airport, watching Netflix and trying to sleep in the luggage hall.

When we finally took the plane at 7:00 in the morning, I still didn’t realized fully that we’d never get back to that flat, that we sent everything but our summer-suitcases home and are in fact completely “disrooted”.


After a delayed flight, several hours killed in a little café near Napoli Central Station because of a missed train connection and another delayed train, we are currently riding trough Italian landscapes waiting to join our friends and CinemadaMare in Maratea, a beautiful seaside-village, ready to get a tan, have caffé and cornetti every morning and shoot short movies.
We are loaded with ideas, equipment and expectations for our summer.


What comes after? We’re up for a surprise – let’s see where we’ll land in autumn.

Off to new shores!

Tanti baci, Angie

On Turner’s tracks

Every Saturday morning Gonzo gets up super early and takes the train to Maidenhead, a little town about one hour outside London, where he teaches TV & Film at the local drama school.
He warned me that it’s a rather unspectacular place, but curious as I am, I insisted to accompany him, at least once. So today we got up together, had a breakfast on the go (consisting of flat whites and almond croissants) at Paddington Station and went to Maidenhead.

We arrived at about 9:30, when the shops weren’t even open yet and the whole town seemed still asleep – it was a Saturday after all. I guess the greyish weather didn’t help much either to wake up the town. And while Gonzo was working from 10 to 13, I had three hours to kill.
After having a walk in the high street, watching sleepy people emerge slowly and tasting some fresh British strawberries at the market, I decided to head out of town to visit Maidenheads only true attraction: the railway bridge “The Sounding Arch” – designed by the engineer and architect Brunel and made famous by J. M. W. Turner who featured it in his painting Rain, Steam and Speed – The Great Western Railway.


I had a lovely walk through the outskirts of the little town, walking through a mesmerizing green park and along some very nice country houses (you know, the kind with wrought iron gates and bay windows) until i finally reached the bridge.
To be honest, it wasn’t quite as impressive as I imagined. The best thing was the echo right under it. 😉 I shouted my name a couple of times, took some pictures and waited until I saw a train passing. I guess the non-impressiveness is due to the perspective and if I was to see it from above (like Turner painted it) it would be much more spectacular!


When Gonzo finished working, I met him in the town centre and we had a pub lunch in The Maiden’s Head; a nice finish to a nice morning – and yes, I completely chose the pub based on it’s name! 🙂

XX, Angie


Here’s the Wikipedia link, if you want to read more about the famous railway bridge.

48 hours in Milano

So my boyfriend is a little crazy, did you hear? When Gonzo found out that he is free all weekend, he immediately planned to get away somewhere! The choices were Edinburgh or Milano, but well, we don’t have friends to visit in Edinburgh, so… 😉

So we booked a blitz-trip to beloved Milano and spent almost exactly 48 hours sipping caffé, catching up with gossip and “industry talk”, having aperitivo in Colonne, shopping for biscotti, riding the tram, saying “hi!” to Duomo, have proper pranzo di domenica cooked by a real Italian Mamma, with more caffé, strolling through Navigli and comic book shops, watching the X-Factor in Italian, reading mangas and being with all sorts of lovely people. ❤


Even though it was short, it felt so good to meet our Italian friends. Thanks everyone who came out to see us! And grazie mille casa Vitiello, for standing us! :*

É stato un piacere guys, see you soon!!

Tanti baci,

Summer 2015 stop #4: Italy (again!)

After some crazy busy and colourful days in Malaga and Barcelona, I went back to Italy; prossima fermata, next stop: Milano (again).

Well, when I came to see the Expo about a week before, I had absolutely no time to see the city, friends or even the Duomo. So I simply had to come back!
I haven’t been to my beloved Milano since I left about 2 years ago after a crazy year of Erasmus. I honestly think I spent some of the best time of my life in Milan and for that I am ever so grateful.
The city holds a lot of special memories for me, and so I guess you can imagine that I was really excited and emotional about coming back!

Just the fact of arriving in Milano Centrale, where over the year, I embarked onto so many journeys and taking the Metro worked like a time machine for me. It felt a little like coming home.
And what can I say? Although the stay was of course waaay to short, I had the most amazing time! Walking in streets and places that for me are so heavily coated with memories was a bit of a strange feeling at first. I felt somehow sad, because I don’t live there any more and that carefree and crazy period of studying abroad is over, and because all my friends are now scattered across the globe – but on the other hand I felt so happy being back, discovering what changed, what didn’t, having Aperitivo in the same places we used to and meeting with friends I haven’t seen in ages simply because we are all too busy with our lives. ❤


It was definitely about time to visit the Duomo, check on the gelateria della musica and discover the new part of Navigli. I feel like I couldn’t have made a better chioce for the final stop of my summer travels! 🙂

Grazie Peppe, for being there and hosting me in Casa Palermo, and for cooking amazing Carbonara! Ti aspetto a Londra! 😉

Grazie a tutti! Mi manchate un sacco!

XX, Angie

PS: looks like I’m gonna be back soon! 😉


To the Stones!

Having the whole weekend ahead of us, last Friday Isa and I decided to go on an adventure! Well… with a bus, on a guided tour, just about outside London actually. But hey: adventures are always good, no matter in what shape or size they appear! 🙂

Our fantastic weekend-adventure consisted of getting up super early on Saturday morning and joining a bus full of middle aged American tourists on a guided tour to Bath and then to the Stonehenge. And it was fun!

We arrived in Bath just before lunchtime; our brains packed with all sorts of information about the city, it’s history and the society structure of Georgian times, that our friendly and ever-chatting guide kindly provided on the bus ride.
Given the grey weather and the fact that apart from the Georgian/Roman bath (duh!) there’s nothing much to see, Isa and I decided without much ado to see the Jane Austen Museum.
A charming young gentleman (dressed in a very flattering period costume) gave us a brief introduction and off we went to discover the life and times of Miss Austen – including a costume and photo session! 🙂


Just when we boarded the coach again and our guide exclaimed enthusiastically “to the Stones!”, the clouds faded and it became actually sunny. So when we arrived, a truly picture-perfect landscape awaited us: green fields, blue sky, the inevitable British breeze – and the Stonehenge, naturally!
Although it was actually smaller than expected (and yes, I suppose all sorts of media are to blame for distorting and prefabricating expectations), it was still very impressive! We really did take our time to walk around it and made the point of listening to all the little chapters on our audioguides. I mean, it’s the Stonehenge after all. I don’t understand people who just come and take a picture to “tick the list” without actually having a look at it.  – That doesn’t mean that we didn’t take any pictures though! 😉


Being a perfectly organized tour, we’ve just had enough time to get a tea and a biscuit afterwards, before we had to head back to our bus for the final trip back to London.

It might not have been the most adventurous adventure, but it still was very very good day!

Your truly, and very educated,

XX, Angie