At Home in Fossacesia

Ohoh, I'm an alien! I'm a resident alien! I'm a resident in this borg(o).   Well, almost. I am moving to phase 3 of my 4-phase residenza...

While I was hanging with the family in Tuscany, a kitchen renovation was underway back at the house in Fossacesia. That's where I headed...

Well, while many of you anglophools* were watching a florid Charles shuffle to the throne, I was watching the start of the race that...

(Wish you were here?) I’d planned this brief January trip to meet with Sergio, the property manager, to go over work to be done this...

Well, I’m on a roll. I just had another stay in Italy with family members. This time, I was joined by my nephew, John, and his wife,...

I arrived in Fossacesia in time for il raccolto, the olive harvest. The harvest here came a bit later than usual, in part due to rain...

My triumphant second arrival at the house in the epoch of Covid proved to be a trifle short of entirely triumphant. It started with the...

My visit to Fossacesia this fall was full of wonderful surprises. The surprise of having friends here who only months ago were strangers...

Well, I’m just back from 12 days in Fossacesia and recovered from a 24-hour post-flight bug. (Thanks again, bacterial convention that is...

On Wednesday morning, I had a tea date at my home with Angela, a Manchester native who now lives in nearby Torino di Sangro. She arrived...

Usually, you can count on July in Italy to bring 31 days of sun. Not this year. On July 10th, I took a pullman from Rome to Pescara,...

Wrought-iron bed that three people can fit in, Sketches of horses where artist has written… Since I left off talking about the artisanal...

Meanwhile, my niece Victoria visited for a few days from Dublin, where she’s spending the year. It was lovely to bond with her outside...

My road to a home in Italy, and then to a habitable one, and then to one in which I feel at home has been and continues to be a tortuous...

The more time I spend in Italy, the more I’m aware of what a stranger I am, culturally. It’s funny to say that because I think of Italian...

I got home from Italy last Tuesday night, 15 days earlier than I’d planned. There were so many things I’d hoped to do during this last...

Every once in a while, I see in the corner of my eye something dark and darting, usually high on the wall. It gives me a real start until...

As I begin sketching out posts for this blog, I notice that I’m not consistent in my first-person pronoun. Sometimes it’s “I,” other...

The words are magic. The reality is, too. It’s also terrifying, comical, humbling, and stressful. The magic lies in turning the key and...

People who’ve visited Italy often rhapsodize about how warm and welcoming are the Italian people. I’ve had that experience, too, but not...

Like so many others who visit Italy, I fell in love with the sound of the language, the landscape, the cobblestones, the moons, the...

I bought the house from an older man named Nick, who’d been born there. He and his wife had emigrated to Canada and remained there for...

When I closed on the house, I, like Frances in Under the Tuscan Sun, had only the dimmest idea what to do next. The similarity in our...

As it turned out, the GC wasn’t good enough. Expenses were piling up and work was moving glacially. When my father, a builder and land...

This is the little house as it stands now. There’s still a lot of work to be done, partly to reinforce it structurally because the roof...

Perhaps only in a second home in Italy can you have a shrine to yourself at the top of the stairs. Yep, that’s me, sort of — if I were 30...

The significant work I’d still like to do would be twofold: tame and landscape the outdoor area and extend the house into part of it....