I have vague memories of it. Had no idea what it was all about. Back then my English was very limited and I wasn’t familiar with some foods Americans are accustomed to. We lived in Germany at the time. I had zero friends, but my then husband was invited to the home of a coworker. […]Continue Reading... 6 Comments.
I’m still walking the ferret every morning. For weeks the highlight of her walk was crawling under a huge lantana bush, home of a local bunny. Keep in mind the ferret is nearly blind and only sees moving shadows. It didn’t take long for the bunny to figure that out. All it had to do […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
This happened a few evenings before my flight back home. Dinner time in Vicenza, home of the 173rd Airborne Brigade. It was my last must do item, eat polenta e baccala’ (a local dish) at Righetti. www.selfrighetti.it/inglese/Righetti.html It’s a landmark, been around forever and while it’s touted as self service is not the typical American […]Continue Reading... 7 Comments.
When I go back home people always ask what I miss about America. They think public bathrooms is my way of being funny. Not true. Finding and accessing public bathrooms in Italy is an—adventure. And more often than not you have to pay for it, and that’s even more complicated. I remember years ago in […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
While our Maria is traveling in Europe, possibly scouting places for some new stories, we are rerunning one of her popular blogs, first posted July 2013, upon her return from Italy. In case you missed it, I spent the month of June in Italy. I don’t announce my travels until AFTER the fact, when I […]Continue Reading... Comments Off on A Facebook Story—Seriously
I’m a creature of habit. I still like something sweet for breakfast, like I did as a child. Back then it was Ovaltine and a cookie. Italian cookies, a bit different than the American counterpart, not so sweet, more filling. After I had kids I discovered cereals, and yoghurt. Once the kids were in high […]Continue Reading... 9 Comments.
My grandfather was a dedicated opera fan. This was way before television so the only way to “see” operas was to physically be at the performance. And since I was the only one who shared his love of operas, I often went with him. I may have been five when I watched the first opera. […]Continue Reading... 7 Comments.
I don’t remember how long it has been since I went looking for love on the Internet. There was a time when I would sign up for those free matchmaking sites. Way before Match.com and EHarmony. Back then few people had computers and it was sort of fun. The novelty and the fun of the […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
I have a new phone. Some of you are probably shaking your head and thinking, “Big deal.” It is, for me. I tend to keep the same phone for many years. Same story with my car. But the phone I had was a lemon. The first time it started to mess up, I Googled the […]Continue Reading... 9 Comments.
Until I came to the United States, the only thing I knew about golf was what I saw on worn book covers. Old men wearing funny pants, chasing little balls on grassy knolls. I since found out that the pants are called knickerbockers, and they still look funny to me. Fast forward…I arrive to Arizona […]Continue Reading... Comments Off on Golf Anyone?