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Anyone that has any kind of contact with me, be it personal or virtual, probably knows I’ve just had my wisdom teeth out – and that’s because I won’t shut up about it. I constantly talk about how it went, how I felt and how I feel now. I give my poor flatmates regular updates on the state of the inside of my mouth, and the fact that whilst I slept through Saturday night no problem, I was up at 5am in pain on the Sunday night, and about how the stitches have started to come loose.

Now, I’m not so socially inept that I haven’t noticed, amongst the oodles of compassion, the eye-rolls or looks of ‘will this bitch shut up about her teeth already’. But, you know what, I’ll shut up about it when I’m good and ready to shut up about it. Continue reading →

Whether it’s a rustic medieval town, colourful beach resort or vibrant city there is an undeniable energy to Italy, and its people are at the core. Quiet afternoons in sleepy towns can explode into vivacious nights as the tanned locals take to the streets, cafes and bars to revel each other’s company, and busy cities swell with the cacophony and chaos of gesticulating inhabitants conversing at decibel levels usually reserved for car horns.

Italians embody la dolce vita, placing family, food, coffee and culture – all the good stuff – at the forefront of their lives. I reckon we could all learn a thing or two from our European pals, so with that in mind here’s a few reasons why we should all be more Italian. Continue reading →