When in Rome…

Primark dress, Rokit Vintage faux fur coat, River Island ankle riding boots.
Primark blouse, American Apparel riding pants, River Island boots, Country Road leather sling bag

This is what I wore on two of the days exploring Rome. I most definitely am not the type to go to another country and dress like a tourist. Nay. Never. Not I. Forgive the cliche, but I did think “when in Rome, do as the Romans do”, and made sure nothing I wore remotely resembled cargo pants, running shoes and a moonbag. And thank goodness for my zoom lens and the grandeur of all Italian sites because I most definitely did not need binoculars. On some days I did wear my lovely new American Apparel denim backpack though, I bought it because it made me feel somewhat touristy (I’m sure it’ll make an appearance at some point). Because I am the type to go to a country and insist on being a local, I didn’t want to wear it too often and seem like a rookie… I am dramatic like this and if you’re going to read my blog it is essential you get to know this side of me! So yes, I did have a passionate Italian accent, often topped of with delicious brovado. My aunt and I spoke our own version of Italian, ie: Afrikaans with an Italian accent and ending the last word in every sentence with an “iiiii” sound. Throw in some dramatic body language and swooping inflections, and I swear, you are Italian. Please try it.
“Dal centro della mia vita venne una grande fontana…”
From the center of my life there came a great fountain... that’s one thing I can be sure of!