This site is a place for me to share dispatches from everyday life, photos, and interesting things (realistically, probably recipes) I’ve found around the internet.
I’ve been blogging – extremely sporadically – for a long time. I settled on the name Verbalized partly because I’m terrible at naming things and this was the only idea I didn’t completely hate, and partly because I tend to be pretty wordy, so it fits.
I enjoy writing, but I go through phases where I’m more inclined or less inclined (or just too lazy) to actually sit down and string together some words. Lately, I feel like writing again, but maybe in shorter, more bite-sized pieces. We’ll see.
Look, I don’t want to shatter anyone’s illusion that I’m over here living la dolce vita and perfecting the art of il dolce far niente, but my day-to-day life is pretty unremarkable. I spend most of my day in front of the computer (I’m a product designer). I grocery shop and cook and wash dishes and repeat. I do some sporty things, some outdoorsy things, and some hanging out with friends drinking wine things. I just happen to do my grocery shopping in Campo de’ Fiori and run some of my errands with the Pantheon or the Vatican or the Colosseum lurking in the background.
Yes, and it was a long road to get to this point. When I arrived in Rome, I knew enough (poorly pronounced) Italian to order in a restaurant and ask for directions – without understanding the response. Here’s how I actually learned the language: I got into a relationship with a man who spoke no English.
No, but it would be accurate to say that I eat it every second day. I haven’t gotten bored of it yet.
I cycle, hike up mountains, cook and bake things, take pictures, and slowly explore more and more of Italy.
Things I like: I enjoy long lazy outdoor lunches, early mornings in summer, pastries loaded with cream and fruit for breakfast, the sound of porcelain coffee cups and saucers hitting the marble bar top, wandering with my camera, the smell of sautéing garlic escaping from other people’s apartments, the light at golden hour, exploring small summery islands and tiny forgotten towns, crowded wine bars where people spill into the street while clutching wine glasses, the sounds of an afternoon at the beach, and that feeling that I get whenever I return to Italy after travelling somewhere else.
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