When we happy, tired and full on train snacks arrived in Rome I could not wait to put down my travel bag in my “home” for the next month or so.
Rome is majestic, filled to the brim with art, history and food, and for a little Norwegain girl its hard not to well…fall in love, completely.
I edit out tourists, even if I happen to be one too, and make the city mine.
My heart beats faster with delights at al the food specialty shops, the Sicilian pastries that I now cannot live without, the bread, the pasta, the pizza, the fruits stands, the markets, the river that runs through it, and all the secret little nooks this city has in its embrace that is hiding around every corner.
As promised I’ll tell you a bit about what it is I’m working on here in Rome.
Since I work as a visual story maker for different clients world wide, developing visual stories working with food, travel and lifestyle using photo and styling, I can oftentimes arrange my time freely.
So when a food and travel project for a book publishing company suggested Rome, I jumped!
Even if I do isolated photo jobs, food styling jobs and recipe developing for clients, what truly is close to my heart is when I get to combine it all.
Food, travel and design.
This book project in Rome has all that baked in and every day I get to wander, sniff out charming little spots, capture how I see Rome, and eat.
Yup, I’m pretty much a happy clam these days;)
In addition to this overall book project I do little side projects here and there and because I love art and Caravaggio, I’m also taking a class on Baroque art with the University of Oslo every morning.
Theresa’s ecstasy by Bernini was greeting my classmates and I on one of our firts days here in Rome.
The sun had barely began heating up the city and the little church (burial chapel) we entered was cool, dark and incense infused.
We quietly seated ourselves on old wooden benches close to the alter before our wonderful professor opened up the door to history making it come alive with his engaging stories and knowledge.
This is how my days start…and I cannot begin to describe how lucky I feel to be able to participate in this class.
I pass nuns patiently waiting…
and some hasting off to a church nearby…
I take it all in with eager lung-expanding breaths.
Treasures spotted on quiet narrow streets, is all captured, written about and put on a map filling up my Rome journal ready to hopefully make it to the book.
It’s bee such a treat enjoying their company and listen to their thoughts and words of wisdom.
There is something so fundamentally good about these friendships between women.
We talked, walked, giggled, ate and laughed, even when it rained…
(more to come…)