...or try to, at least. In six short days I will travel over the Atlantic Ocean, above the French Alps, and close my life in Chicago; I'm going to Rome. The routine that has thus far echoed my life will change, and I'll enter a place primarily known for its fashion sense.
Parlo Italiano? No, I don't speak Italian.
But right now, my language skills are not what I'm concerned with. My main problem has been the packing; beginning packing, to be specific. I've basically accepted the fact that my Italian phrase book and red hair will scream "tourist" at every native that can see me. But my clothing style I can change, and hopefully alter to the language of fashion the Italians subscribe to. I have six short days, an empty suitcase and four months of clothing to account for. The clock is ticking and I'm trying to think like an local in the Eternal City: what to pack, what to wear...?!
