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I still can’t get over how much fresh pasta there is here. It’s everywhere. And the cheese—don’t even get me started. At a farmers market just outside Rome, we picked up some wet, almost creamy cheese whose name I can’t remember, plus the usual mozzarella and the next-level buffalo mozzarella. Italian food lives up to the hype. It’s simple, rich, and full of character.

There’s something about Italy that feels more grounded than Spain. The people are more receptive, more humble even. I’ve been wondering—why is that? I started thinking about history. Italy, along with Germany and Japan, was on the losing side of World War II. Maybe losing humbled the nation in a way that’s still subtly present. While the Global South was largely uninvolved, the war was really one of the so-called “boys’ clubs”—Europe and Japan. Could that post-war reckoning have left a mark on Italy’s national personality?

Today we visited Tivoli, a stunning city perched in the mountains, just an hour from where we’re staying. It’s filled with ancient aqueducts, lush fountains, and charming parks. Oh—and the gelato! Absolutely divine and surprisingly less expensive than in Spain.

There are parks everywhere here. The pace feels gentler, more family-friendly. The kids are loving it, and so are we. Next Saturday we’re hoping to take a pasta-making class together. Until then, we’ve been trying different kinds of pesto and enjoying meals with that perfect Italian supermarket magic.

Of course, I can’t help but glance back at what’s happening in the U.S. Sometimes the contrast between our surroundings and the news hits hard. I watched a recent Trump interview where he spoke to the South African president and then snapped at an ABC reporter. It felt unhinged, honestly. It’s a bit scary. I love that country deeply, but… mama Mia!!

Anyway, back to Italy. It’s been a beautiful first week since we arrived last Friday. I’m so grateful we rented a car—it’s made exploring so much easier. We’ve also picked up some Italian phrases: “Prego,” “Buongiorno,” and “No, grazie,” are becoming part of our daily rhythm.

And a fun observation—why are so many Italian men bald? My theory: it’s all the hair gel! That slicked-back look might come at a price.

All in all, Italy has been full of flavor, friendliness, and unexpected reflections. More soon.

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