Italian Towns: A Journey Into the Past

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”

Where Thrift Reigns: The Italian Village of Thrift

Do you rush out to buy new or have you learned the art of making do? My husband’s hometown is a village where thrift reigns. The people there have long been used to making do. The current trend toward simplicity and frugality is so normal for them, they would ask “Is there any other way?” 

Old and Abandoned: On Homes Forgotten

As we travel about the countryside, old abandoned houses like this are a sight we often see. And they never fail to fill my heart with sadness. A sort of longing for what must have been. I picture cozy families gathered around the hearth, children playing in the garden. And entire families gathering produce fromContinue reading “Old and Abandoned: On Homes Forgotten”

The Benefits of Community

Our favorite pizzeria/restaurant of choice is The Red Wolf or Lupo Rosso. And some of our friends here wonder why as it’s small and unpretentious. Nothing fancy or elegant, but the food is excellent. And we tell them, “It’s all about community.” And to us that’s a lot more important than elegance!

Their First Look at the Americans

One by one they filed in, sitting around the smoky fire in the dark, dingy room. The entire village, it seemed, wanted a look at the Americans. While I in turn, through teary, smoke-filled eyes, examined them. Our new town folk, for this was our new home.