The crazy thing – me and Italy are like oil and water. Every trip ending in a long-ass shit-list of people who made me wanna cry and shake my fist at the sky. 

Sometimes you have to work at relationships. Slowly. Bit by bit. Like peeling an artichoke, where you peel leaf by leaf till you get to the heart… my connecting with Romans took the same form. And sometimes the ones that are built over time are built to last.