Arabian Nights

or: “the Kuwait Kilo” (we ate so much!)

Did this actually happen? Did I really travel 14 hours to Kuwait, spent 8 absolutely fantastic days in that incredible city, then travelled 17 hours back and am here in my little colourful room in Rome now? It seems like a dream. Everything is back to normal, my routine has me back.

But I did travel to Kuwait to see Gonzo and it was indeed amazing. ❤

Gonzo showed me around the city: the old market, the new malls, the futuristic skyscrapers; we ate in traditional restaurants and american food chains like Applebee’s, The Cheesecake Factory and Wendy’s; we had tea, hobnobs and baklava for breakfast and tried Arabian coffee and tea. We went for walks on the beach where I put my feet in the Persian Gulf and did big shoppings at the supermarket and wished that it was summer and Cinemadamare. I watched Gonzo shoot and I realized how much I missed it. We lingered on the hot mornings and went out in the night when the air was tolerable and a bit cooler. I enjoyed the view from his bedroom window on the 26th floor.


It was a an incredible experience! I have never travelled outside the western culture before, so for me it was a whole new adventure. It was strange to walk the boardwalk in Kuwait at night; when we sat down to watch the waves rolling in, it might have been Nova Siri and when we walked through the park in front of the mall, it could have been San Benedetto – except that it wasn’t. I hope this makes any sense!
I learned that money can buy just about anything and that shopping is an acceptable past-time in Kuwait, that apparently no tourists visit the city (measured according to the difficulties we had in order to find postcards) and that I needn’t worry so much about what I wore, people are very respectful.

All in all it reminded me a lot about southern Italy: hot, sandy, messy and noisy – but the people are incredibly nice! 😉

Last year we were in Edinburgh over Easter. Never in a million years would I have thought to go to Kuwait just a year later. It’s funny how sometimes life holds such unexpected surprises!

XX, Angie

Sunshine in a cookie

As you know, I make a point of buying vegetables and fruit at the market not far from where I live. On the one hand it’s a really good excuse to go out and get a break from studying, but on the other hand I really have to speak to people. I remember from my Erasmus days when we were taught how to ask for “2 etti di prosciutto” or “mezzo chilo di patate” in the Italian language course – but we never got to actually use it, as in most supermarkets you just grab your stuff and pay. At most they ask you if you want a carrier bag.

Anyway, I like going to the market. Especially on sunny days like today. I bought the most gorgeous Sicilian blood oranges and when I came home I exactly knew what I’d do with them: Orange-Chocolate-Sunshine-Cookies!

I baked the whole afternoon and the flat smelt amazing! And when I eventually got back to my desk (after all there’s some nasty exams waiting for me) I had some very sweet company!

Sweet sunshine kisses,


A morning at the mercato

Today all the public transport in Rome was on strike – sciopero. That basically means that the whole city stands still and you only move from your doorstep if you absolutely must, as the replacement busses are more theoretical than actually existing. Luckily our profs at uni very sophisticatedly acknowledged that and so today we had no lessons.

Firstly, I am totally confused now, thinking the whole day that it’s Saturday already when it’s not. I was rather surprised when my flatmate came home this afternoon and started to tell me about her day at work – on a Saturday! oh, wait… >.<
But I used my surprise-free morning well and went for a walk on the market just a couple of streets away from my house. The sun was shining and the streets were full of hustle and bustle.


The mercato starts with two stands of clothing, one with “office stuff” like notebooks, tapes, scissors and all kinds of tools and a stand of flowers. In the middle is a stand with cheese and two which offer fresh fish. The market finishes with a stand that sells real Italian leather shoes. But in between are the fruttivendoli. There is literally one fruit and vegetable stand after another – and all sell more or less the same! Bell peppers cost 1 euro at every stand and the merchants shout the same offers. And it’s not like three or four, it must be at least twenty!

Honestly, I have no idea how the whole concept can be anywhere near economically successful, but apparently it works. I guess it’s one of the cases that make perfect sense if you ask an Italian, but for the rest of the world are an unsolved mystery! XD

The rest of the morning I spent finishing the birthday present for my flatmate, eating some of the cookies I baked yesterday, doing some housewife-y duties in order to avoid studying and receiving a long and lovely Skype call from London.

Still pondering about the market-mystery,

XX, Angie