DJB Photowalk TV Episode 1: It’s a wrap!

18 Jun 2015

DJB CRAEMelbourne’s been voted The Most Liveable City in The World FOUR years running and it seems only fitting that djb chose this vibrant, kick-arse part of the world to be the subject of Episode One: djb Photowalk TV. Yeahhhhhhhhh.

And it seems only fitting that he chose me, Melbourne Enthusiast, to be the host. Double yeahhhhhhh.

I feel pretty freakin grateful to have done some pretty cool stuff in my twenty-something years of being a human. I’ve struck gold when it comes to knowing exactly what makes me feel alive. And it sure as…poop…ain’t sitting on my couch. On that note, I may as well stuff in here that I massively overspent on a couch that I’ve sat on a grand total of three times. Once to meditate, once to FaceTime and the other to prove that I do actually sit on my couch. Which I don’t. Humph. What a waste of money.

Hosting the very first ep of DJB Photowalk TV was definitely up there in my top….54 (maybe?) of what makes me feel alive. “Whatever. Shut up.” I can hear djb saying from afar.

Okay okay okay…top three. Definitely made me feel alive. And THAT is a bloody good feeling.

So let me take you on a little journey that was the filming of DJB Photowalk TV Episode Numero Uno.

I joined a sweet little group of about ten beginner through intermediate photographers to be taught how to use our digital SLRs in manual mode by Amelia (djb photography Melbourne mentor) and Daniel (founder of the djb photography school). I often dish out (mostly unwanted) tips to friends on how to take awesome pics on their iPhones but on an actual camera…I have N.F.I. As you’ll see when the episode is launched, I don’t even know how to turn the damn thing on! How embarrassment!

We hit up the top five places to photograph in Melbourne, within walking distance from Fed Square and let me tell you, the timing was spot on, especially the sunset shot! We snapped hidden artwork, secret rooftops and managed to squish a few selfies in (dahhhhh). I’ve been sworn to secrecy when it comes to locations, but keep those eyes peeled on the djb photography school website or the djb photography Facebook page for the launch of EPISOOODDDEEEE OOONNNEEEE!

In the meantime, keep warm with these behind the scenes pics.

Peace out. Hugs and high fives!
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15 Apr 2015

Processed with VSCOcam with se3 presetI was lucky enough to catch up with the lovely, humble and super do-er Scotty Hamilton on Friday, owner of Two Rubens Espresso in Fremantle, Perth. We talked beans, business and his Mums glorious carrot cake.

I stumbled across this funky South American inspired coffee shop over the Easter long-weekend when I was in desperate need of some espressos to go. The vibe was amazing. I instantly felt at home, even though I only popped in for a few minutes. The red walls are decked out with photos from the previous owners trips to Venezuela and Colombia and the coffee, well that’s another story. It just tastes so…right.

Scott tells me the coffee is a blend of four beans from South America and Two Rubens Espresso are the only guys that sell it. I’m sure the smooth tasting blend also has something to do with the baristas handy work though. A cup of love is what you’ll get.

You know what else I’m impressed with? A few things…here they are in the all mighty logical list format:

– TRE don’t charge extra for soy (I’m super happy with this, being a Lactard and all)

– The prices are on par with Melbourne prices, not this ridiculous $5 a pop Perth BS. Keep your plastic in your pocket…$3.50 is loose change baby!

– Scotty was pondering on life, in one of my personal favourite places, Florence, Italy sipping an espresso when he decided his next move would be to buy a coffee shop in Fremantle. He arrived back home after his Euro adventure and…well…bought Two Rubens Espresso! This was 7 months ago and if you ask me, he seems pretty happy with his decision! High five to you SH!

– The TRE building was erected in 1880 and is heritage listed.

– TRE sell Scotts Mums handmade carrot cake, scones, granola and pesto! If that’s not love, I don’t know what is!

– They serve smashed avo. SMASHED AVO! Err ma gerrrd. Way to my heart, that’s for sure!

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So go ahead, if you’re in Perth take a trip to Two Rubens Espresso! Located just off the Cappuccino strip at 24 Essex Street, Fremantle.

P.S. Mrs Hamilton, if you’re reading this…thank you. I reluctantly speak so highly of your carrot cake, mostly because I want it all to myself. Sharing is caring though, right? You don’t happen to need a daughter, do you?

ZENTRILITY: THE UBUD EXPERIENCE – Part One: How to get to Ubud

9 Jan 2015

1375748_10152293067274046_1630354088_nBali is one of my most treasured destinations and, if you’re like me and crave somewhere to unwind that oozes simplicity, zen and tranquility then I have the perfect Balinese town for you.

Situated near the centre of the island and a mere 35km from Denpasar airport (which mind you, will take about 1.5 hours by car…on a good day), Ubud is located amongst lush green rice paddies and home to some of the kindest people on this planet, both locals, tourists and expats alike.

I visit Ubud for many reasons, all of which can be meshed into one word which is coming to your local Oxford Dictionary in 2017, or 18…or…anyway. Get to it.


zentrility | zɛnˈtr(ə)lɪti | (also zentrillity) noun [ mass noun ]

the quality or state of being zen, centred and tranquil; calm; total togetherness of body and mind: He who participates in regular yoga and mindfulness creates zentrility of the mind. Zentrility may or may not be a made-up word.

So, welcome! Welcome to the first part of Zentrility: The Ubud Experience.

In this series, I present to you some guidance for living your own personal retreat in Ubud, Bali. Take the information from this series and use it to create your own experience that 100% suits your needs.

Why Ubud? I hear you ask.

Roll back to the year 2012. My backpack and I jumped on a journey around the globe. From the Americas through Europe, I ended up in a place where my eyes were stinging and my brain was throbbing from seeing so much! I yearned for a deeper experience. I wanted yoga, meditation and above all, to connect with myself on a higher level. Retrospectively, you can do that on your lounge room floor if you have the will and the understanding, but at this time, I wanted to be in an environment that fostered and nurtured this type of behaviour, plus admittedly, my knowledge of how to reach my zen zone was slim to none. And thank goodness I ended up in Ubud, because for me, it has been a place where my soul feels simultaneously alive, centred, invigorated and calm. Paradox, maybe. Truth, certainly.

Landing on Bali

If you’re flying into Bali (as opposed to boating from a nearby island), you want to land at Ngurah Rai International Airport, also known as Denpasar Airport. Funnily enough, it is situated about 14kms from Denpasar, near Kuta.

Visa on arrival

If you’re on a busy flight, expect to wait in line at Denpasar Airport to buy your Visa. I’ve waited anywhere from five minutes to two hours. Make sure you check the current visa situation, but at the time of writing, you may be granted a 30-day visa on arrival for $US35. Visas can be extended once for an additional 30 days without leaving the country. This depends on each individual situation, of course. If you’re a criminal, it may not be that easy.

Denpasar Airport (DPS) to Ubud (and back)

A trip from DPS to Ubud costs IDR 250,000 (approx AU$25). For peace of mind and less hassle on arrival, organise a driver through your accommodation before departing home and they’ll be there to greet you at the arrival gates of DPS. Look out for your name on a sign! And don’t worry, your driver will wait for you if there are any delays.

If, by chance, you don’t pre-organise a driver, visit the Taksi (taxi) booth on the left of the arrival gates, they will give you a little slip of paper and you pay the driver directly. Taxis normally use a meter, but if you go to the booth, be prepared to pay their inflated set price. You can also exit the airport and politely haggle with a driver or courteously demand they use the meter for a cheaper price. Keep in mind that IDR 250,000 is standard to Ubud. The one time I didn’t pre-organise a driver from the airport was the one time I got massively ripped off so my advice…pre book!

To get a driver for your return trip, there are plenty of locals on the main roads who hold up “driver” signs, or even better, ask your accommodation to book one for you.

So there you have it, part one of Zentrility: The Ubud Experience.

Keep your eyes peeled for the next instalment but in the meantime, here’s your homework – jump on Skyscanner ( and find yourself a flight!

Sampai jumpa lagi! See you next time!

One Day in Brunei

24 Dec 2014

Ten hours and twenty minutes in Brunei. No plans. NFI about what to expect, except for the strict warnings my brother and my father sent me about dressing appropriately.

Most people would say that my supposed travel research talent failed me. But actually, I beg to differ.

Google failed me.

Brunei must be one of the WWWs best kept secrets. The “what to do” and “where to go” info I’d spent days searching for was like panning for gold in Ballarat. They tell you it’s there, but you never find it.

I resorted to Facestalking, phoning and emailing every Brunei tourism site I could get my mitts on including Royal Brunei Airlines with whom I was flying, but alas. No luck.

Yeah yeah, I knooowww. Why would a person go to a country they know sweet FA about?

I saved $700. SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS. Just to fly via Brunei…to Bali…from Melbourne…and vice versa. If you don’t know where Brunei sits on a map, get your 1990s blow up world globe out from under the dust and have a look. It certainly ain’t the same as detouring via Maccas after a night on the town.

So, I arrived in this oil-rich country in the early AM buzzing off two hours of cheap sleep with near bugger all idea of where I was going and how I was going to get there. I began to wonder if this Bali holiday detour was worth the saving.

But…Howzzzz this…

On the Bali>Brunei leg, I was seated next to my newest buddy Sarah and her entire family. They were born and bred New Zealanders living and working in Brunei. Sarah not only gave me her phone number in case of emergency (emergency shower, emergency transport, or an actual emergency) but gave me rocking advice on where to go and how to do it. Why pay $30 to get into town when you can ride the public bus for $1?! $29 saving right there. KA-CHINGGGG!

So you might have mixed ideas about public buses in foreign countries, but let me tell you…this public bus was like a private tour for Australian tight-arses.

I say “tour” because all of a sudden, out popped a dude wearing a Borneo monkey t-shirt layered with a leopard print shirt layered with a khaki travellers vest coated in countless fabric worldly badges that reminded me of a boy scout. And to top it off, he had a matching leopard print bandana that cupped his head perfectly like a tight fitting pair of Speedos and a bent fork around each wrist.

His name was Danny.

Danny was a cheeky, chirpy, bold Bruneian man who just so happened to be travelling on our bus commuting home after a dental appointment. He loved his city and was proud to be our unofficial guide. As our $1 bus took us into town, Danny gave us his “on the left…” “on the right…” history lesson of Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei’s capital.

A few of my fellow Aussie passengers who had jumped on board the cheapskate tour-bus into the city and I joined Danny on a private tour of the Brunei River. Look, at this point, I realised that Danny probably wasn’t just “commuting home from the dentist” – I think, in fact, he had timed his ride perfectly to coincide with the tight-arse Aussies coming through on their detoured flight from Bali.

He knew.

Danny was smart. BUT he was also a great tour guide, and considering I’d been freaking out about having NFI about Brunei, it was an absolute blessing that he was there.

So, was a day in Brunei worth the saving of $700? Well, let’s just say, after having bugger all sleep for two nights, I was super jet lagged when I got back home to Melbourne, I parked in a no standing zone despite having stared at the sign for a good three minutes aaaaand then I got a damn fine. So, really, it was only a $515 saving. But for the experience…damn straight it was worth it!

Here’s a little photo diary of my one day in Brunei.


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Well deserved win, Melbourne.

19 Aug 2014

Melbourne MCGYou put the capital C in Cool, Melbourne.

I always knew this, but it wasn’t until I travelled to a bunch of cities spanning from the likes of La Paz to New York to Phnom Penh that it really hit home.

Melbourne ab-so-lute-ly kicks butt, even compared to those cities cited in every RnB song since 1992.

I’m constantly looking upwards and backwards to absorb all of the amazingness that resides in this city and today, all I had to do was look straight forward into my computer screen to see the news.

The news! I love this news!

How blessed we are to live in a not once, not twice, not even three times (is this starting to sound like a TVSN infomercial?) but four times voted the most liveable city in the world AND on top of this, Melbourne was voted as the friendliest city in the world by Condé Nast Traveler mag, sharing the title with Auckland, NZ. Friendly and liveable. I’d move there. I mean, what? I do live here. Sheesh. High five to ya, hometown.

Now to organise a staycation to really absorb all of the coolness.

Melbourne, I’m in love.


8 Jul 2014

Melbournites. We love cafe life. We flock to the latest, greatest, most underground, hipster cafes we overhear whisperings about. We love them but then we leave them for that newer, trendier cafe. The Melbourne brunch scene is just about as transient the club scene and if the coffee is bitter, the food isn’t Instagramable or the soy milk isn’t Bonsoy, they’ve got no chance of survival. It’s brutal. We are brutal. It takes loyal locals and consistently excellent food and coffee to survive.

Combi, shop 1/140 Ormond Road, Elwood.

I think this one’s a survivor.

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Last year I spent a couple of months in Ubud, Bali. What some people call the real Bali, Ubud is home to thousands of expats who love yoga, meditation, coconuts, juice detoxes and raw vegan food. The cafes are just divine. I now rate new destinations based on my bollocks-to-Bali scale and if they don’t serve up superfood smoothies and raw lasagne as good as Clear Cafe or green juices as potent as Alchemy then it just ain’t good enough! I’ve been hard pressed to find a cafe similar to those in my Ubud experience.

Until now (can I get a drumroll)…

Over the weekend, both Broadsheet Melbourne and The Age did a write up on Combi. And naturally, Melbournites FLOCKED.

My side-kick Ni Ni took me there for lunch today and it was Packed (yep, that’s a capital P). We nearly didn’t get a table. The food was RAW-MAZE-ING! Raw pasta, raw cheesecakes, superfood smoothies, açaï bowls, chia pudding, three types of kombucha, smashed avo, coffee and more. Right. Up. My. Alley.

Combi is making nutritious food appealing and as I saw today, even the little ones are enjoying it!

Move over Happy Meals, there’s an organic chia party in my mouth. $14.50 with a side of vegan yoghurt. Ohhhh yehhhhh.


6 Jul 2014

I made a pact with myself.

Continue to see the world from The Traveller’s Perspective, even in my homeland of Melbourne. 

It’s easy enough to be a tourist when you are a tourist, but how on Earth do you maintain that same mindset when you’re in the city you grew up in?

The key to The Traveller’s Perspective is to see familiar things with fresh eyes and research your city like a sightseer. Do this and the present moment will be an enriching experience and never again will you use the dreaded B word. B-O-R-E-D. Ugh.

Without further ado, here are three ways you can wash those eyes of familiarity and savour your city like a fine wine (or man).


Numero Uno: Switch your brain to tourist-mode

Stop thinking about next week’s to-do list and get your brain into the “holy crap, I’m in a new city, everything is new and cool and omg look at that wow it must be autumn the leaves are red why are all those people staring at the church/screen/sign/tree/hot chip shop” mindset. In short, exist in the present moment. Perspective doesn’t cost a cent.


Numero Due: Make friends with Google

If you landed in, say, Chicago and had NFI about what was going on, would you:

  1. Visit
  2. Post a status on Facebook asking if your friends know what’s going on/have friends in Chicago?
  3. Visit
  4. Google “things to do in Chicago”?
  5. All of the above

Answer: E

There’s no doubt that if you live in Melbourne, New York, Adelaide or that small town in the south of Texas that no one remembers the name of, there is something happening. It’s your job to use all five senses to find out what it is.


Numero Tre: It all starts with hello

Ain’t nothing better than randomly connecting with a stranger. Humans are an abundant source of information and a simple “hello” can lead to the most incredible of conversations. And as it often turns out, that stranger was just a friend you hadn’t met yet! Strike up a conversation with your local barista/tram driver/boss’s cousin/random you see on the train every morning – you never know where they might be going tonight. Make “yes” your default answer and you might even make a bff. #awesome


And, well, if all of the above fails, chuck on a daypack, strap a camera around your neck and awkwardly carry a big-ass map at eye level while wandering around your city with your best “NFI” face on.


“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing”

-French Impressionist Artist Camille Pissarro




Does chocolate really make you high?

28 Oct 2013

It’s true. Chocolate makes you high.

Well, that might be just a teeny bit exaggerated. Eating forty cacao beans fresh from the jungle could make you hallucinate. Ladies, it’s no wonder we love chocolate so much!

April this year, I took a trip through Cucsco, Peru. This 15th century Incan town, laid out in the shape of a puma, is just magnificent. The cobblestone-lined streets are filled with bubbly school children dressed perfectly and proudly in their neatly ironed school uniforms, ladies selling massages for those with post-Incatrail blues at a “cheap price for you. Fifteen soles for one hour. Very cheap.” Actually, this is pretty cheap. Fifteen soles is less than AU$6. After my epic hike to Machu Picchu I certainly did return for a knot-removing, stress-relieving back rub, all on my minuscule backpacker budget.

And just like the massages, one of the coolest things I did is also aimed at world wanderers. Apart from our teachers, there wasn’t a Peruvian in sight.

A chocolate making workshop. (Ladies, wipe that saliva from your chin or it will ruin the consistency of the chocolate mixture).

Here’s how it went.

Gladys, an extremely sweet Peruvian lady, about four foot nothing with a very cheeky smile explained the process from removing the cacao pod from the tree to fermenting and drying the beans. All you need to know is that the beans, before they are roasted, don’t taste like chocolate. So if you’re in the jungle and eat forty cacao beans to get high…it ain’t gonna taste pretty.

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We then jumped into the chocolate kitchen with Manuel. Again, four foot nothing with a very cheeky smile. I smell a trend. We roasted the beans to reduce their moisture and to make the shell-take-off-ing-process a tad easier. Prior to roasting, they had about 60% moisture and post-roast…a teeny tiny 1-2%!! Holy Mother of Math. That’s a big reduction if my subtraction skills prove precise.

After we peeled the shells off, we noticed a white membrane striped throughout the bean. This, my friend, is what we know as cocoa butter. It looked a bit like the fat from those swanky marbled steaks.

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The next part of the process had us using our elbow grease to grind the beans. To my delight, Manuel decided it would be a competition to see who could use the mortar and pestle to smoosh the beans into the smoothest, stickiest paste. Yeoww! Battle of the beans. We had thirty seconds…GO!

I was determined. Sweat beads appeared on my forehead, lactic acid started to build in my arms, I could feel my heart pounding and I’m sure I sounded like a thirsty dog.

BUZZ! “Times up! Step away from your bowls.” said Manuel as he inspected our work. The look on his face would put Matt Preston to shame.

First place! No gold star but I did win a bag of Peruvian cacao tea. Basically it was a bag of cacao husks with a fancy sticker but when boiled in water, makes this delish chocolate flavoured tea. No lactose. No worries!

Then…ohhhh yes…and THEN…we saw and smelt what every pre-menstrual lady dreams of…melted chocolate. My mouth oozed with delight. The process between making the cocoa paste and having melted chocolate takes twenty-four hours so that part was just explained. But to be honest, I wasn’t keen to wait a whole day anyway.

Unfortunately, we were not allowed to eat the melted chocolate. Into shaped moulds it went along with a pantry full of flavours to choose from. Let’s just say I got a bit carried away and my salty, minty, chilli, almondy, gingery chocolate tasted more like a toilet bowl on the Inca Trail than a delectable chocolately treat. I considered donating it to a homeless person, but even that would have been an insult.

Note to self – Less is more.

KISS. (Keep it simple, stupid!).

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You can do it too

ChocoMuseo is in the heart of Cusco, Peru. As a chocolate museum, factory, shop and cafe, they also run three chocolate making workshops daily where you get your hands (and face) very dirty. You take home what you make in all workshops.

From the cacao bean to the chocolate bar is the workshop described in this blog and runs for approximately two hours.

Chocolate truffles and ganache teaches you how to make these delectable treats. It runs for two hours.

Investment: A mouth watering workshop will cost you about AU$27.50 per person at the time of writing.

For more information on this, and the other cool stuff ChocoMuseo offers visit

Avoid a stinkin’ bad case of B O: How to wash your clothes while travelling

30 Sep 2013

No one likes a stinker. My worst nightmare is being stuck next to an unwashed human on a plane, train or bus. Some people have bad hygiene, some have blocked noses and others just haven’t yet read my blog on how to wash your clothes on the go. So…here ’tis.

Travelling has made me realize that it’s unnecessary to wash my bath towel daily and wear items of clothing only once…apart from underpants of course. But even then, that’s debatable.

How to avoid washing your clothes in the first place

1: Shower daily.

2: Wear antiperspirant deodorant. Bath in it if you need to.

3: Pack tank tops with large armholes. Sounds weird, I know. But I’ve worn one as many as twenty sweaty South American days and it did not smell. Not one bit. The only reason I washed it is because I dribbled food on it.

4: Avoid t-shirts and tops that touch your arm pits and obey rule #3. Even if you don’t smell, your t-shirt will. Go figure.

5: Avoid that easy-breath, quick-dry fabric. It soaks in everyone else’s BO and then people will think YOU smell, when in actual fact, it’s your top and the other gross unshowered people surrounding you that stink.

6: Avoid hugging sweaty and/or smelly people. Push them away if they persist.

7: Keep your clothes hanging up, ideally in the sunshine and fresh air. If this isn’t doable, hang them on the back of a chair, end of your bed or draped over your backpack. If you always store your clothes in balls, rolled up or where they cannot breathe, the smell will infest inside the fabric (this is not scientific…just tried and tested). Air clothes as much as possible.

8: Purchase some decent perfume and use it. Zara sell some nice non-celebrity smelling scents for about AU$15.

Only after you have sniffed your clothes, checked for stains and you deem them suitable candidates for a wash, let the following be your bible.

How to wash your clothes once you’ve avoided it long enough

1: Underpants can only be worn once (unless you are hiking and/or no one else will know). Undies can be washed while showering. Use soap or shampoo (def don’t skip this part) and scrub the important areas like your life depends on it. Then wash the rest. Rinse and wring out (see quick tip) then hang on a chair near your bed, a railing of your bed or purchase a travel washing line (I bought mine from Kathmandu) and attach it to your bed if there’s nowhere better.

2: Other items of clothing can be washed in the sink. Don’t bother with laundry soap. I brought some with me and it smells bad…like laundry soap. Use the hostels soap dispenser if they have one (save money on your own products) otherwise use your soap/body wash/shampoo or if someone else stupidly left their shampoo in the showers of the hostel, use theirs. Wash your clothes well. Imagine you are Charlie’s mum from Charlie and the chocolate factory and you have to swirl the clothes around and mush them and scrub them. Two words: elbow grease. Empty the water, wring your clothes out then rinse well in fresh water. Wring again then hang (as per the undies instructions). Keep in mind how much hanging space you have. Maybe just wash a few pieces a day if you have to. Don’t be that annoying roomie who makes a fort of clothes in their dorm.

3: Every little while, use a washing machine. It’s challenging to properly wash clothes in a hostel so you will have to fork out some cash to pay. This is not the time to be a tight-arse. Remember that if someone else washes your clothes, they won’t care if they shrink/change to pink/go missing. So hand wash any delicate and valuable items. Or just take crappie clothing with you like I did.

Quick tip for quick drying clothes

Lay item of clothing on a flat towel. Roll up tightly like you’re making a giant sushi roll. Twist and wring. Unroll. Use hairdryer or bathrooms hand dryer if you have access to one for quicker quick drying.

If you don’t like my washing options for travelling, I suggest you have some spare money to buy new clothes….or enjoy spreading that natural BO across the globe (and not having any friends).

In perfume and peace, Rae Rae x x

A twenty-something kid in Italian class Part Two: The Three Day Rule

17 Sep 2013

verbsAugust 2013. I will remember this as “that time I tried to learn Italian”.

Globetrotting is enchanting. But wandering the world made me crave a formal learning environment. Think high school. Think text book. Fill the gap, join the dots, connect the words…I desperately wanted it all.

Two weeks flew by. That’s a lie. Most of the two weeks flew by. The evening following my first class gave me a taste of what it would be like to drown in a pool of mushroom juice while listening to Tool. My goal of holding an Italian conversation with my host mum, Daniela seemed mission impossible.

The Three Day Rule:

Give a new 24/7 challenge three solid days before dismissing it.

The Monday

Day one of La Casa di Daniela did not go well. My first lesson at Eurocentres was great but I’m not sure four hours of “where are you from?”, “I am Australian” and “How old are you?” can give a person enough ammo to drill through dining table conversation solely in Italiano. Pre-Eurocentres-let’s-speak-French changed immediately that Monday to your-lessons-have-now-begun Italian.

“Parlare solo Italiano” Daniela said.

Solo Italiano? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Let’s just cut to the chase and say that post-dinner emotions were running wild and although I managed to stop myself from bucketing down I had a huge stress attack. My newly acquired skill of “fix it or deal with it” meant that immediately after eating, I took my sorry arse to the Square in front of Pitti Palace and wrote verb conjugations for a solid two hours.

The Tuesday

I was now addicted to writing and re-writing verbs. Mrs Good’s “look, say, cover, write, check” paid off and this skill I learnt in grade two resurfaced. Actually, it’s a bloody great way to learn new words! Try it one day. Dinner conversation turned from drowning in mushroom juice while listening to Tool to just the drowning part and I managed to explain what we learnt at school, what I ate for lunch and exclaim that the dinner was delicious! The ten minutes it took me to explain this went smoothly, but after that the only noises I could hear were my piggy slurps of spaghetti and the silence of my brain failing to translate more Italian sentences. Awkward silence never felt so…awkward.

The Wednesday

What we actually spoke about is a blur but there was a bunch of giggling at the dinner table so I assume something went right! Plus, my insides gave me a “bravo” and pat on the back. Thanks Mrs Good.

The Last Day

Goal accomplished! Many conversations were held at the dinner table and not only that, I was even able to tell a few stories. Weeee J After the first week, I started to be less concerned about making mistakes and this is when things started to improve. Thank you failures. You made me better in the long run.

So, for now my formal lessons have finished, but, never will I ever stop learning. Arrivedeci!


You can do it too

Eurocentres professionally run language schools all over the globe and teach a bunch of different languages including English, Italian, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Chinese and Japanese. They offer courses for beginners through to advanced and of varying lengths and intensity. 

For a two week Italian course in Florence, including a homestay near to the school  it cost me 1016  (~AU$1500).

On a budget? Couchsurf with a non-English speaking local in conjunction with a Eurocentres course and save yourself 550 (~AU$800). 

For more information jump onto and