Author: Francesca Dabecco

Today, we capped off an amazing trip in Italy with a visit to Hearst Italia. It was a fashion fantasy. I always dreamed of writing for a fashion magazine – especially in my teen years. For me, fashion had always… Read More

Today, we visited Burson-Marsteller Italia, the global public relations and communications company office in Italy. Even though I am a journalism major, this media visit fascinated me. The CEO, Fabio Caporizzi, made us think outside of typical marketing and advertising.… Read More

Today, we took a tour of the Duomo di Milano and the Duomo Cathedral, the largest church in Italy (not counting St. Peter’s Basilica since that is in the State of Vatican City.) The original stone laying dates back to… Read More

If you’ve ever dreamed of going to Italy, chances are you’ve admired photographs of Venice, the postcard-ready city built on more than 100 small islands in the Adriatic sea. Today, I lived that Italian dream. Everything about Venice was dreamy… Read More

It’s Mother’s Day, and naturally, I miss my momma a little extra today. I’ve been thinking about her a lot throughout this whole trip – mostly when I’m eating delicious Italian food. She is a naturally good cook who can… Read More

“Send my pictures with captions,” my dad said in a text. I chuckled to myself. Okay dad. Today was our first say in Florence, so I sent him a picture of the highlight of the day. Insert picture of pizza… Read More

Have you ever been in a place that quite literally made you feel like you were in storybook? I mean, I’m talking about a place that makes you feel like people will start opening their shutters and start singing from… Read More

Today was our last day in Rome and our last media visit until we arrive in Milan later in the trip. We visited Enel, a multinational manufacturer and distributor of electricity and gas. What does this have to do with… Read More

When walking around Rome today, I saw a woman leaning out the window of her home, leisurely smoking a cigarette. Her building was a rusty orange, faded from wear and repair. She looked down below to the cobblestone streets as… Read More

When I was a kid, I went to CCD class once a week up until I was in 8th grade. My memory of those years is faded, but I can distinctly remember some things: the pungent smell of the candles… Read More