On Thursday the 29th of December I drove to Sun City to meet award winning, best selling author Julie Moffett. It’s a long ride and since I had to use the 101 I figured this would be a great time for me to stop by the Holy Cross Catholic Cemetery located just off Thomas and […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
Every December starts out the same way—Christmas already? I feel overwhelmed, I panic. Yesterday more than ever. I had dinner guests due to arrive at 6:30, with everything well planned I felt confident I could even take a short nap before starting some serious cooking. Imagine my panic when, at about 1:30, I received an […]Continue Reading... 7 Comments.
First, let me tell you, this is not one of my usual blogs. No tales from the past, nor oops from the present. Nope, I’m going to talk about my newsletter. If you’re already a subscriber, skip to the last paragraph, and take a look at the pics because those are the 3 items I […]Continue Reading... 12 Comments.
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.