Does work mean prison, or can it be fun?

I’ve been searching for something to do with my life, before it’s over, for oh, my whole life. A few years ago my father said I should get back into IT because it pays well. I told him I don’t like IT, it’s not fun, at which his reply was

Work is called work for a reason, otherwise it would be called fun.

Continue reading “Does work mean prison, or can it be fun?”


Caked On Makeup Metaphor

I suppose you might like to know what the purpose of my starting this blog is, and furthermore, why I chose the name Caked On Makeup.

First, let me introduce myself. I’m Kimberly in real life – Sasha when I’m being funny, and I’m happy to meet your acquaintance. I just turned an age that has a zero Continue reading “Caked On Makeup Metaphor”

Exercise, Expat in Italy, Italy

Time to Get Up and Go for a Walk

It’s a beautiful day today, as most days are when you live in Italy. I told myself I would get up, have a coffee, and go for a walk before it’s too warm. It’s a lovely walk, going from the old medieval town center in Bracciano, past the castle, down the hill, along the lake, and back up again.

I’ve Continue reading “Time to Get Up and Go for a Walk”


It’s Sad When a Love Affair Dies

I began writing this blog entry on September 21, 2016, which is when it became clear that unless I had a SUBSTANTIAL amount of money that Italian Love Affair Tours could not be. It is now May 7, 2017, and a lot has changed, yet a lot has stayed the same.

At the time I felt as if my love affair with Continue reading “It’s Sad When a Love Affair Dies”

Italy, Start Up

RIP Italian Love Affair

Or not?

Trying to start an all-inclusive tour company in Italy is the most confusing thing I have ever had the notion of trying to do. Even the commercialista is confused. Don’t even ask me what a commercialista is, but my nearest guess it is something like a business attorney but is not an attorney. Continue reading “RIP Italian Love Affair”

Italy, Start Up

Start Up Fear

The Problem

I don’t know why, but last night as I was walking my dog all of a sudden I got a rush of fear. Trying to pinpoint that fear is not easy. Is it the fear of losing the rest of the little money I have, while in a foreign country thus disabling me from leaving?

Continue reading “Start Up Fear”