A distracted American, an Abruzzo vacation home.
What could go wrong?
I’m a New Yorker with one toe in Italy, having bought a small vacation home in Abruzzo 12 years ago. So I’m a visitor in a somewhat familiar land and a homeowner on pretty unfamiliar ground.
Part-time resident, part-time tourist, I’ve landed in Italy more times than I can count.
I’m no longer breathlessly besotted by the country; nor am I at all indifferent to its charms.
These are postcards of my experiences. I hope they’ll be of interest to other part-time Italians, however they be defined.