December does this thing where generosity meets logistics. A pile of unopened candles, duplicate cookbooks, and a bottle of perfume […]

I knelt in front of the contatore del gas, the small window fogging with my breath, squinting at the tiny

A blue sky, a dry road, and a fine that feels like it came out of nowhere. In Italy, the

When the streets are rimed with ice and your fingers can’t grip a key, the instinct is to spin the

You can drown it in vinegar and make your kitchen smell like a chip shop, or you can try the

You blame deadlines, the travel, the late nights that were supposed to be “just one drink.” You wake up tired,

Car fines in Italy often hinge on a single, quiet rule: if the notification lands after a specific day, the

The real question isn’t “on or off?”, it’s “how much does a month of glow actually cost?”. If you’re picturing

There’s one setting making it worse than it needs to be. The morning it hit zero, I watched a blue

You rub in more cream, and then more again, yet the cracks keep returning. The reason feels counterintuitive: cream alone