Not Quite at Home Yet
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...
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...
The first and only time I visited Genoa prior to my stop there a few weeks ago, I had the distinct impression of a sinister city;...
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...
When I rolled into Venice Tuesday evening, so did the fog. The moody atmosphere it created seemed just right for photographing the Bridge...
The Nativity Scene There’s no place like Rome for a nativity scene, called in Italian a presepio or presepe. Both terms are correct,...
Most of us have favorite foods from childhood —and particularly from childhood holidays — whose deliciousness probably is more about the...
“…For I think there can be nothing else in the world so full of glittering and exquisite surprise as that first glimpse of Venice which...
I’ll be going to Italy for several weeks right after Christmas. I’ll fly into Rome and spend a few days there and continue on to Genoa...
In Lancianese cooking, one of the esteemed cuisines near me, peppers both hot and sweet figure heavily. This dish is made of the sweet...
Coffee is, of course, a serious thing in Italy. And it’s all about quality versus quantity. Those espressos are one mouthful, but it’s a...
In my town, as in most of Abruzzo, there’s a large population of street cats. Even those who have nominal “homes” often must live...
The Abruzzese palate has a high tolerance for heat. At local restaurants, meals often are served with a dish of hot pepper on the side so...
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...
According to Italian mothers, which of the following threats to life and limb is MOST to be feared? a) drafts b) damp skin (from...
A lotta Americans gotta gotta gotta have arrabbiata when they’re in Italy. I’m one of them. A good arrabbiata is very possibly my...
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...
There are certain observations Antonio or I will make in the other’s presence that never fail to trigger a lightly combative response,...
If you happen to be in Bologna in early 2019, you might want to look into this: Word on the street is that Abruzzese painter Gigino...
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...