Sabrina Lloyd

How are you handling the isolation? We are drawing, listening to music. Trying to not read too much news (not working.) Today was the...

So many things, moments, snapshots I want to pack in my suitcase, burrow deep in my pockets, drill into memory, which seems to become a...

I keep thinking of Hilary Mantel, winner of the Booker Prize, twice. The New Yorker did a wonderful article on her in which she...

It’s hot. Really hot. 98 (37) in the shade hot. Pure skin to liquid in the sun hot. It’s been this way for weeks, will be this way for...

As my sojourn in the states comes to an end and Italy looms closer every day, I find myself reflecting on all I will miss and the things...

I love how Italians eat lunch. The middle of the day is not just a stop to refuel, to grab something on the go, to get to the next point,...

I am in love. Italy is now mine. It took a dark, edgy city to pull me in, and sink me. Naples is deep. It’s dirty. It’s sexy. It’s...

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Here’s what you get when you mix yoga and wine country: yesterday in class, here on my yoga retreat tucked into a Tuscan hill, after an...

Summer is here. Storms hang in corners; windows are now perpetually open, as mosquitoes rest on my pillow waiting for me to sleep so that...

Just a 45 minute drive from Rome, you can climb up into the sky. Below you are cherry trees, olive trees, and apple trees, that you can...

#italy #photography #rome

#italy #photography

#italy #photography

For Mother’s Day weekend we drove to the country to see this: We stayed on an organic farm, in an old stone house: which is this: where...

I was wondering today, as I drank my fourth cup of espresso and felt my heart pounding in my toes, how the Italians do it. Espresso,...

Strange Easter. We had decided to spend it up north in an old monastery outside of Orvieto. Being an ex-pat, the holidays are more...

Feeling the need to get out of the smoke and noise filled city, we decided to head to Orte yesterday for a little medieval town...

Italians love their sweets. For breakfast it’s always, always dolce. You cannot find a plain croissant in Rome. Most are stuffed with jam...