The Italianized Blonde

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The Art of Being Blonde in Italy

When I first moved to Italy, I lived in the south. Everyone was tan, olive skinned, with dark eyes, and generally almost black hair. I am about as far polar opposite as one can be from that. Before coming to Italy I didn’t give much consideration to my hair color. I am naturally REALLY blonde. I do not dye my hair, honestly I hardly touch it, although in the south people would LITERALLY touch it.   One of my first days in Puglia, I went to an open air market on my own one morning and  ...

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The Italianized Blonde Q&A

  Why did you start a blog? Abby: I had wanted to start a blog for a really long time, because I think that writing is a great way to self reflect and save memories. So, as soon as I moved to Italy I started writing. However, I know to stay accountable I need to work with someone else, and Emily is a fantastic business partner! Together, we will be able to provide more content and share multiple opinions, plus it’s a really nice way to strengthen our friendship. And I mean, isn’t  ...

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Halloweekend Staycation

This weekend Em came into the city and stayed on our tiny little pull-out bed. I love having her around even if our apartment is barely big enough for two, we make it work in three. We spent the weekend having a little stay-cation. In Italy, since it is a Catholic state, they celebrate All Saints Day which is the first of November so it was a four day weekend and we planned to make the most of it!  Saturday: A trip to the market and LOTS of Coffee One thing I love about Emily is that she  ...

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Meeting Em and Starting TIB

When I moved to Turin to be with my husband (then boyfriend) I struggle  to find friends. My life was great: I had a job I liked, I met nice people, and I had (and fortunately continue to have) an amazing, patient, loving husband. Yet, I still felt a bit empty. I couldn’t find my people. You know, those friends that are family. The ones you can turn to for anything, the ones that will cry with you, and a minute later make you laugh hard enough to pee your pants. Those are the friends that  ...

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