Immigration is in my blood. Can expatriotism be genetic?
A ponderous post from my stressful position in a Costa Rican hammock. Jealous yet?
Barcelona or Bust.
Che pèis, ragas! This month Italy has kicked my butt a bit, but a weekend in Barcelona was just what I needed to recharge my expatteries. Snort snort.
Peeing on Frankenstein (and coping with expatriatism).
A slightly pensive and (dare I say?) sophisticated introduction to 2014… that does involve both peeing AND pooping on things.
Married to Italy 