Guilt and Logistics

I want to live in this bar forever (presso Tira e Molla)

Welcome to the Jumble #roma #pantheon #tazzadoro #architecture #gameoftones (presso Caffè Tazza d'Oro)

Antiques shop in a deconsecrated church #italogram #igersumbria (presso Orvieto)

Cat knows what’s up

Today was the first day on the job for my taxi driver Alessio, so I made him take a selfie with me 👍🏻 (presso Rome, Italy)

It’s a stupid thing to do, to make a video of what you’re watching on tv. But I’m glad I filmed the Italian national team singing their anthem before tonight’s World Cup qualifier (which they lost). It occurred to me that it could be the last time I see such a moment while I’m still in Italy. And that realization broke — and is still breaking — my heart. This will be the first time in 60 years that Italy has missed the World Cup. It makes me sad for these players, a few nearing retirement, that they will have to live with this burden. But they just couldn’t put the ball in the goal tonight, even though they held possession almost the entire match. On the other hand, Ventura, the coach, should have been fired months ago. He played guys out of position, was slow to start some of the most talented newcomers, and didn’t give the players the formations or combinations they needed to gel together. Tonight I am crestfallen, but at least I have this souvenir that will transport me to that moment of conviction and hope and promise. I will always love Italy, in good times and bad.

A leopard can't changes its spots. Or can it?

I walk past this building almost every day. But today, as I walked on the other side of the street, I noticed for the first time this building’s particular design. Love — AMOR — was there the whole time. I only needed to step back to be able to see it. #romaamor #romaamoremio

Simultaneously amused and saddened by this child’s scooter chained up at the port (presso Genova, Italy)

Noi dobbiamo restare fuori (presso Spello)

I will most definitely beat you to death with this stick, Satan. But first...where'd you get that belt?