Sunset in the eternal city

My uni timetable is rather weird this semester. It leaves me with a lot of free hours between courses, which I usually spend at the library, killing time and pretending to study.
On Wednesdays I finish “globalisation and new media” at 3pm, only to have to wait until 5pm for the last class of the day. To be honest, I rarely get any work done in those hours. As it’s the time for merenda, most of the times I am confused wether I crave a piece of cake, a double espresso or a nice cuppa tea. And usually end up chatting with my colleagues in the mensa.
Anyhow, today I decided to go for a walk. I crossed the ponte dei angeli and made my way to Piazza Navona, where I found a little café in one of the back streets and had a piece of cake and read a bit before I headed back to uni.

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The views on my way back confirmed my love for this amazing and beautiful city. Look at that wonder full sky!

XX, Angie

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Eine Wucht!

Wuchteln are the ultimate comfort food! They are basically little yeast buns stuffed with marmalade, served with warm vanilla custard. Heaven!

I have been talking to one of my flatmates recently and tried to explain this traditional Austrian dish, which is actually served as a main course. So I decided to give it a go and show her what I mean.

I never made Wuchteln before. Usually my grandma makes a huge quantity of them and then the whole family’s having a feast. But I consulted her 24h-telephone service for grandchildren abroad and used the homemade marmalade I had saved for a special occasion, so essentially nothing could go wrong.
They turned out just as they are supposed to: fluffy and absolutely amazing. I got really nostalgic when I tried them, they tased just like home!

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Now I’m really proud of myself, as I’m one step closer to being a really good grandma, but I’m also kinda food-induced homesick.

XX, Angie

A family weekend

I know October only has 31 days, but this one seemed so long! How did so many things fit into one singe month? It feels like only yesterday that Gonzo left, Uni started again, we went to London and two of my best friends came to visit – and last weekend my family came (and the month still isn’t over yet!)

My dad, Kathi and Max took the night train from Austria and arrived early on Thursday morning. And that only meant one thing: the first round of caffé and cornetti 🙂
After a quick refreshment we stared our tour, as we had a lot to go through. Max had never been to Rome before, so we had to give him a proper introduction: a walk through the centre including all the major sights, pizza al taglio for lunch, gelato on the go and on to the Aventin hill just in time for the sunset, overlooking the city dipped in orange – so beautiful! Finished off with dinner in Trastevere. Thadaa – Rome in a nutshell.

Even if they’ve basically seen everything now (I’m a very efficient tour guide) I’m glad they stayed a bit longer! On day 2 ATAC was on strike and tried to sabotage our plans – but we were a step ahead and outsmarted them by actually visiting the Colosseum and the Froum Romanum from inside, where we stayed for the main part of the day. Obviously we took a bunch of photos and listened to our audioguides very attentively – in cased we’d have to fill out a questionnaire about ancient Rome when we’d get home 😉 Just before lunch time, Manner saved us from death by hangriness. Being good Austrians we obviously had some handy! We spent the rest of the day wandering around and exploring ruins and churches before retiring to an early dinner. However, the plan of going home early and rest our hurting feet didn’t quite work out, as a wild Irish Pub crossed our path (or did we cross the Pub’s path?) and we kinda got stuck there.

On their last day, we went to the Roman Harley Davidson Shop and the Hard Rock cafe, tossed a coin in the Fontana di Trevi and had fancy Magnum ice cream. We did some shopping for crucial train journey supplies and edible souvenirs (mainly coffee and crema di pistacchio) and I prepared lunch packages for their homeward journey.

When I saw them off at Termini, I was really sad. Usually, people come to visit me by plane, so we’d say a quick good bye at the bus to the airport. But I actually accompanied them to the train station and we hugged good bye in the big arrival hall of Roma Termini. I feel like the station and all the hustle around make the scene much more dramatic. After they left I felt quite lonely when I took the metro back home and didn’t have to make sure, everyone got off at the right stop.

But I am so happy! It was a lovely weekend and even though Kathi and dad were her already last year, we managed to see many new things. I always enjoy sharing my little Rome, my discoveries, hidden alleys and favourite gelateria.

Hab euch lieb!

XX, Angie

A weekend between sights and nostalgia

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Do you know whats the perks of living in a fascinating European capital? People are very inclined to come visit! I’m not saying that my humble existence isn’t enough, but I’m sure it helps! 😉
Last weekend Anna and Irene came to visit and we were the perfect tourists! We had caffé and cornetti, gelato, pizza and arancini, walked all around the historic centre: from the Vatican to Piazza Navona, the Pantheon and Largo Argentina, documented everything and took selfies in front of the Colosseum and spent way too much for a plate of pasta in one of the touristic restaurants.

But we also talked a lot, discussed language and the feeling of home, travels and dialects, swayed in high school memories, cooked dinner at home and baked cookies together, set our to explore the city without a map and when it started to rain we ended up in a little board game café. Because after all the girls came “to visit you, not the city”. ❤

Thanks for your visit, it meant a lot to me ^^ Here’s to the kind of friendships that’ll last forever!

XX, Zopfi

A weekend with a film festival, a birthday and lots of tea

I was really sad when Gonzo left at the beginning of the month, as I actually thought I wouldn’t see him until December. (We usually manage to see each other every two months – as in: he manages to come visit me every other month.)
But then an invitation to a short film festival, to be precise The One Shot Film Festival, appeared in Mister Cotelo’s inbox: there were two tickets reserved for him and a “plus one” to attend the final screening in London, for which his film Mamma had been selected. Exciting news!

In the spur of the moment, Gonzo asked for holidays again (just after getting back from a three weeks leave) and we booked our flights to London! Most excitingly, the screening fell on the same weekend as my birthday – which meant a birthday with Gonzo, all our friends and lots of tea in our beloved capital of the UK!
I felt very fancy, telling my friends in Rome that I’d be going to London in order to attend the screening of a film I produced in an official festival. I have to admit that I didn’t let an occasion pass to bring it up. Sorry, if I was annoying!

When I arrived in London, Gonzo was already there. We spent the weekend catching up with our friends and the city. (how can so much change in such short time?) I haven’t been to London in almost a year, but as soon as i set foot in the tube, something clicked and all the habits came back.

The festival was really tiny, and we din’t win a price in the end, but it was a lovely excuse to dress fancy and celebrate my birthday! On Saturday, my actual birthday, I woke up to lots of text messages. We had a slow morning and got up late, had fancy London brunch (avocado and eggs Benedict on rye bread – how much London-ier can it get??) and coffee with Andrea. Later we strolled down Oxford street and looked at all the shop windows. For dinner we met up with Isi and Isa and had Hamburgers at Byron, where I met an old work colleague, now manager, who brought us massive desserts! And to top it all off went to the cinema to see Bladerunner 2049. It mightn’t sound too fancy, but I was the happiest girl. For me, it was a perfect day. ❤

Sadly Gonzo had to leave a day earlier than me. But my friends were there to cheer me up. I was spontaneously cast as an extra in a short film, had a bunch of English sweets and cookies and met an Irish actor. On Monday morning I finished my blitz visit in London having breakfast with Isa, including lots of tea and gossip.

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When I got back to Rome, it seemed to me that I was away for at least one week. My little suitcase was full of birthday presents, tea and biscuits and the loveliest memories!

London will always feel a bit like home, as our friends there have long become family. ❤

XX, Angie

Autumn flavours

No, I don’t mean the smell of new books, notepads, pens and pencils. Although I did stock up my “school” supplies in order to be properly prepared for a new year of uni! Buying stationary is just the best of the whole “back to school” season – I don’t see why university students should miss out on the pleasure?! 😀
We have just finished “the last first week of classes for the rest of our lives” (cit. Giulia 2017). Things are starting to fall into place and I’m picking up my little routine again. We’re all a bit melancholic about the last year of the masters, but also excited and thrilled, curious and anxious – mostly about the dreading task of writing the thesis…

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With things starting to normalise after the holidays, I’ve also started baking again. Here’s my first autumnal bake this year, with lots of butter, cinnamon and an extra dash of rum (as always): a lovely spiced apple tart.

XX, Angie

A completely incompetent observation on style

One thing I observed while being in Spain is that Spanish women are so absolutely elegant. I can’t say I’ve travelled Spain far and wide, but I’ve seen it wherever I’ve been, Malaga, Barcelona and now in Coruña, and it just stuck with me. I also can’t exactly say I’m an expert, but to me it seems to be the attitude. A certain nonchalance and airiness. And I wish I could ever look as effortlessly graceful as the young woman I saw in one of the narrow streets of Coruña, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

I’ve seen it in some Italian women too, elegance and sophistication. “Beh, I’ve just put on what I had on hand…” But the Italian women do love a bit of sparkle and wear those glitter applications on tops, hats and shoes with pride. Oh, and some high heels of course.
But again, it’s that style. Noting too fashionable or tight. Just the right bit of daring. After all, it always seems to be so very tasteful.

According to me the British ladies on the other hand seem to compensate what they lack in style with fashion. No belly button will ever be hidden, if fashion dictates otherwise. And what about the Austrians? Well, ask my sister! 😉

There you go, that’s my completely unasked two cents worth on fashion and style.

XX, Angie

A big fat Italian wedding

After coming back to Rome, my first official act was to attend the wedding of a friend and classmate from uni.

It was both, the first wedding of a friend of mine (as in: not a cousin or aunt, but actually someone of my age) and the first Italian wedding I went to. And let me tell you, my Italian friends made sure I was prepared: “Si mangia!” You eat. A lot. – So I can’t actually say I haven’t been warned, but I was still surprised by the amount of food; it seems to be the quintessential part of an Italian wedding! 😀

But first things first: the bride looked stunning! Gessi wore a fabulous fairytale-like dress and she was absolutely beautiful! The church was just behind the Colosseum and it looked like right out of a fairytale too! The ceremony was lovely and Sara and me made good use of the tissues thoughtfully provided at the entrance 😉 Afterwards we threw rice and greeted the newlywed outside the church.
While the bride and the groom were off taking pictures, the guests were entertained with Aperitivo: buffets of sweet and savoury snacks in a very scenic garden party ambient. I was basically full after that, but that’s only where the fun began. When the bride and groom were back, we were all asked inside a glamorous Palazzo where lunch was served: seven courses including the cake!

 

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That’s us, pretending to be Ok, after Aperitivo, three dishes of anitipasti, a main course with four sides, dessert, cake and sweets buffet. And caffé.

Ok, that’s enough talk about food now! It was a beautiful wedding, I am so happy for them both and also: it was so amazing to see what I’v been thought in Italian class in real life! One of the priorities of my first Italian teacher was to teach us culture as well as language. So whenever we’ve learned a new tense or use of articles, we’d read texts and speak about Italian culture to put it to use. I remember reading about Italian celebrations, the custom of giving confetti to your guests and the importance of coffee even after a multi-course meal. And that’s exactly what happened. 🙂

At the end of the day we were bursting of food and our feet hurt – but it was beautiful!

Please excuse me now, I have to dream of my own wedding…
XX, Angie