Un'Altra Luna Nuova, Per Favore After moving into the flat and being handed a list of the 1,000,000 things that I'm not allowed to do, me and rents decided to go for a celebratory 'you-arrived-in-one-piece' meal in Piazza Garibaldi. Who shows up? The land-lady, obviously - clearly stalking me already. Fabulous! A very awkward half english, half Italian discussion then takes place, followed by the overwhelming need to down a bottle of wine. Either I'm terrified of...

Welcome to Parma! First things first: the journey. Things started on an almighty hilarious note when my Dad's hand luggage got searched in the airport. Due to my sheer desire to take every single pair of shoes I own, he had no choice but to carry my pink high-heels in his flight bag. With a rather bemused look on his face, the security guy picked up one of the shoes, laughed and said "well, I suppose it is the weekend soon!" This pretty much set the tone for my y...