We’ve been back home a month now, after covering nearly 1500 miles (2400 km) this summer. Only to end up falling down a step and spraining my ankle, and now I’m laid low with an icky cold! So I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s better for me to just keep traveling all the time.Continue reading “Travels, Mishaps and Retirement”
Aren’t we lucky? Daily concerts, right outside our door! Think it sounds great? Well then, I’d like to invite you for a visit. A special trip, meeting the many wonderful people we know from north to south, and east to west! All over this land! And, when we’re at home, you can enjoy the free concerts with us!
We have a saying in Italian. Non c’è niente di nuovo sotto il sole. (There is nothing new under the sun.) And yes, I know it’s from the Bible. But I also know that King Solomon, who wrote that, didn’t live in a foreign land. Otherwise, I wonder if he might not have changed it to: “There isContinue reading “Italian Worm Cheese and Culture Shock”
A few years ago we got to visit a church in Pozzuoli, where the apostle Paul landed! They even have a sign at the port indicating the spot where he disembarked, and we couldn’t help but wonder what it was like back then and how he felt.
Adapting to different cultures is usually difficult, and many times perplexing and mind boggling. Take Italy’s standard greeting of kissing both cheeks. It’s really not as standard as you may think. Because usually people here just sort of touch cheeks and kiss the air. And furthermore, cheek kissing is often considered inappropriate in many businessContinue reading “Tradition and Cultural Adaptation”
Colledimezzo is another of Italy’s villages that seems like a trip to the past. Nestled in midst of Abruzzo’s mountains, this tiny but quaint and picturesque village is well worth a visit! Which is just what we did with some friends last summer, during a break between lockdowns.
Going around Italian villages is like a journey into the past. Another time, another way of life. Everything speaks of times gone by. From narrow cobblestoned streets, to ancient buildings. With the ever-present scent of wood smoke, transporting the mind to slower days. When entire families gathered round the fire, chestnuts roasting and wine glasses toasting.Continue reading “Italian Towns: A Journey Into the Past”
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. And I believe it’s true. But here in Italy a gesture is also worth a thousand words! Because Italy has a second (unofficial) language – hand gestures, and there are dozens of them!
Hello to one and all, life has been a little crazy over here lately. Some days it’a hard to keep up.