Diary Entry: (Ful)filling time in Rome

Growing up on a hobby farm in rural Australia, far from the frightening world where children gyrate to TikTok routines and seek validation through selfies, we were often bored out of our brains. My mother was staunchly devoted to the Montessori ideal that children need boredom to ignite their creativity. While we did often spendContinue reading “Diary Entry: (Ful)filling time in Rome”

A morning coffee in Rome

Milk in Italian cappuccinos is creamier than back home. As I unfurl my arms in the morning sun at Piazza Farnese, I notice a foamy heart that swirls at the surface of my caffe macchiato. Creamy and full of none of that special oat milk nonsense I had back home. Landing in Rome to pursueContinue reading “A morning coffee in Rome”