If you asked me about 20 years ago what I wanted to be when I grew up , I would’ve confidently answered: “I want to be a journalist”. I was about 15 years old. I spent the next 20 years (not growing up, but) getting 2 degrees and building a career in Melbourne. I achieved quite a lot in a short time, working as a policy adviser for the Victorian
Last Monday, my week commenced like no other. I attended a Rome Tram Tracks event. Hosted by my friend Domenico and Marco, this event is beyond unique. It’s basically an aperitivo on board a vintage Rome tram. But this isn’t just any old tram. And nobody but Tram Tracks will have you eating, drinking, singing and dancing with the moving backdrop of some of Rome’s most historic and beautiful monuments.
Marsha. Josephine. De Salvatore. I gotta agree with Marsha. Growing up as a 1st generation Calabrian American in Ohio with a name like that? You’re bound to have comedy material to last a lifetime! Marsha moved to Rome over 10 years ago and while she dabbles in a whole lot of things here in the eternal city, performing – acting and comedy – is her true passion. And she’s great
“I am the first person to admit that life in Italy is not always a bed of roses. Or rather, it is a bed of roses, but someone neglected to remove the thorns. But this isn’t any old bed. It’s made of roses, after all, and they don’t make beds like that where you come from. And that’s why you laid down in it.” – My Village in Umbria I