Our Towns is really our Tale of Two Houses. Ah, the complex fascination of expat life (challenging, frustrating, but so blessed)! In fact, new acquaintances often ask, “So where are you from?” Our response? “Um, have you got an easier question?”
As a child, I remember my father pouring over the Daily News, our area’s newspaper. Every evening, as ours wasn’t a morning edition, he’d sit in his easy chair, newspaper in hand. Slippers on his feet.
National anthems stir many thoughts and feelings. Inciting anything from healthy love of country to overly aggressive patriotism. For music has an extraordinary ability to ignite hearts and passions. And Song of the Italians, Italy’s national anthem, is no exception.
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.
The air is warming, trees are blooming, and flowers are popping out. Springtime comes early here, and that early arrival is one of the things I love most about Italy. The balmy temperatures, the flowers, and the joy of new life.
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”
Wherever you go in Italy, it seems that is love in the air! Venice and its gondola rides, and Verona with Romeo and Juliet. Italy is known as one of the most romantic travel spots in the world. But Italy isn’t only for lovers.
On Groundhog Day people in the USA and Canada wait for the little critters to emerge from their holes. For according to Anglo-Saxon folklore, if the groundhog comes out and sees its shadow, six more weeks of winter are sure to follow. And since he can only see his shadow on sunny days, a bright, sunnyContinue reading “Groundhog Day in Italy”
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!