Italian men, again

  "Can I have your phone number?" I was volunteering in San Severino's beautiful main square (which isn't square at all, but oval) during a boring jangly folky concert and this guy turned up. He seemed to have something to do with my organisation (I later found out he's a fully-fledged member, unlike me) but… Continue reading Italian men, again

Self care

I've never been one to spend too much time (ie: money!) at the local beauty salon. Before Corona, I admit, I would go to the flamboyant Estetica Ametista for a few French manicures (I ❤ French manicures) the odd pedicure, and I enjoyed regular bikini waxes too (if 'enjoy' can be associated with a Brazilian… Continue reading Self care