On draining the swamp — sort of.
Yes, these days we have been talking about ‘draining the swamp’ — in a way. Here we…
Of the Ligurian Sea.
It was for R’s upcoming birthday that we made the plan to go to Cinque terre…the ‘five lands’…referring…
153 days.
It has been 153 days. Centocinquantatre’ giorni. One hundred and fifty three days of supermineralized water, watching where…
L’Ambulanza italiana
It was maybe the first spring-ish day we have had thus far. Lucky for me I got to…
Superpowers.
Look at me, walking down the street. I have a swagger. My swagger says that I have almost…
My great act of courage.
I have begun writing in Italian. A great act of courage for me…you can translate it from the…
An expat in blue jello
But what, oh what, is a little old-ish expat to do on a rainy Sunday morning? After a…
Mountains on the moon…Firenze.
We have disappointed our hosts, again. They left us slippers to use…pantofole…but we have not used them. Le…
“You did nothing to me” (“Non mi avete fatto niente”)
The San Remo 2018 Music Festival has chosen its winner! Italian artists Ermal Meta & Fabrizio Moro won…
Two bars of soap & artichokes.
It has been three months now. We have finished two bars of soap, a tube of toothpaste and…
The Post Office.
I am sweating. I am gripped with fear. I am at the post office. This errand, in particular,…
Camels, the Pantaloni & the Haircut
Not because of the hump on my back or because of mia pancia (…eating cheese? me? No…) But…
Bergamo
She told me that what she missed the most was that in winter, when the day was sunny,…
Venice: slag & vaporetto roulette.
Venice…Venezia. I want to embrace you. Wrap my arms around you. I adore you. I am excited just…
Two months now.
And now, two months. I can understand the italian on the train, on the street. The bartender last…