Articles By: Alethea Alden
I ended up standing in line at the Uffizi museum in Florence for two hours. My boyfriend Jarl and I were in the line for people who had not thought ahead to make reservations. I held our place in line while he went to get us chocolate gelato, which dripped down my chin while I ate it
There is something funny about being on airplanes, being in such close vicinity with people that were strangers only moments before and who after the duration of the flight will become strangers again. During the time period spent in the air, people become more than strangers and less than acquaintances–all collectively praying together that your plane does not crash.
“Do you want to drive, or should I?” My boyfriend Jarl and I were renting (or “hiring” as the English say) a car to move from the temporary flat we had been living in for the last couple of months since arriving in London, across the city to a new flat
On our last afternoon in Rome my boyfriend and I went for a walk from our hotel to the Villa Borghese park. On our way to the park we stopped in a deli to look for biscotti to bring home.
I fantasize about having a clothing dryer like I’m a 1940s housewife. Growing up in the United States, if you had a washing machine. you had a dryer. In present-day London, almost everyone has a washing machine while dryers are viewed as an unnecessary luxury.