Spaghetti all’Arrabbiata

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...

A recurring character

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...

Taking de-bate

There are certain observations Antonio or I will make in the other’s presence that never fail to trigger a lightly combative response,...

Bologna bulletin

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...

"I have a little house in Italy."

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

A Long Way from Rome

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

How I Got Here

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

The House, Before

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...

Call in the Cavalry!

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...

The House, Now

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...

Altar, Ego

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 House, Someday. Maybe.

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....

Deviled Bologna

Check out this image! This is the shadow thrown by the statue of Neptune built to represent Pope Pius IV in Bologna’s Piazza del Nettuno....

This Pilgrim's Progress

Like many Americans, I have a weakness for things Italian, men included. Unlike many Americans, I’ve allowed my weakness to become a...

A Rocky Mountain High, Abruzzo-style

To savor Italy unyoked from the herds that clog the narrow cobbled arteries of Rome, you might try a few days in the alpine Abruzzo...

Music to My Ears

This observation is strictly anecdotal, but one of the many endearing things I’ve come across in Italians is an enthusiasm for adopting...

Pescocostanzo, Part II

Pescocostanzo’s entrance promenade looks like a backgammon board made of chocolate and vanilla brick. It’s a welcome visual metaphor for...