On Wednesdays, we wear spandex.
Instead of cups of sugar, we've exchanged keys and screams.
The word "menefreghista" doesn't exist in English, but it's now part of my daily Italian vocabulary.
Smother minor annoyances with minor delights.
In an attempt to be more jolly this holiday season, here are the silver linings to my recent grievances.
Too legit to quit, ragazzi.
“I don’t think I have the right ticket…” I text Alberto from a bus -- a bus that I’m riding illegally without any valid documents aside from an old Iowa driver’s license.