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The trauma of underwear shopping in Italy

The scene played out something like this: I was in Intimissimi, enclosed in one of those woefully undersized changing compartments harshly lit by hot and unforgiving halogen bulbs and closed off from the rest of the store by a single strip of beige canvas that left a two-inch gap on either side no matter how firmly I tugged on the fabric. I was also in the middle of trying on a new bra, which is always a traumatic experience in and of itself. So I was standing there in that tiny cubicle, undressed, wincing at the effect of the world’s...

Verbalized is...Stories of life, travel and food by Sara White, a Canadian girl living in Rome, Italy.

About six years ago, I moved to Rome on a whim and suddenly found myself living across the world, immersed in a culture that was completely foreign to me. This blog is a collection of stories (and a handful of recipes) that I’ve encountered along the way.

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