How do you follow up a night of food debauchery, of excess so excessive that it should be spelled with three x’s? After the triumphant first and final performance of “The Gilocchi Show” there was only one way to atone, physically, mentally and spiritually.
We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. The phrase seemed all too appropriate as we wound our schoolbus-sized Mercedes Vito maxivan through the renaissance streets and alleyways of Florence, a town whose thoroughfares were laid out at a time when oxcart was the prevalent mode of transportation. There is a reason Smart Cars are so smart. Continue reading Routine Traffic Stop→
You know it’s hard to keep up with the pace of life, even here in slow paced Italy. So it is Tuesday afternoon and we are busily preparing for Round I of the Perugia-Terni Throwdown and I haven’t yet posted about our Sunday at Simone’s. Continue reading Homecoming→
Yesterday was to be our “getaway day,” similar to when baseball teams play the final game in a series (usually a day game), after which the visiting team boards a plane to head to its next destination. Often the teams seem distracted and perhaps not as completely focused on the task at hand as during the first two days of the series. Yesterday, a day we planned to spend in Rome before heading north to Umbria with a stop in Terni for dinner with some business associates, promised to be a getaway day for us. No complicated or important itinerary, just following up on a few loose ends.
You would think that on a two month trip to Italy there would be plenty of lazy, carefree, unstructured days. Well, three weeks into our trip we haven’t really had one. Yesterday we finally did and boy, was it nice. Continue reading Niente→
As our regular reader(s) will know, we spend our days traversing the boot trying to discover the real Italy, the Italy lived and experienced by Italians that goes beyond the touristic but also beyond the simply romanticized ideal that most Americans have of this overly romanticized country. And although we have had some great successes in unearthing these moments, the mere act of trying to discover them, as Heisenberg’s theory tells us, often changes them. It is often best, we have learned, to sit back and let them come to you.
Such was yesterday, a leisurely stroll around Rome with Elizabeth Minchilli, a woman with the background and experience to know and understand the real Rome as few people do and the temperament not to share it, but to allow it to show itself off to us. Like a shy pet that recedes to back of the cage when strangers startle it, Elizabeth was able to coax Rome from under the rock and by the end of the day it was cooing and letting us stroke its belly. These types of days are rare indeed. Continue reading Roamin’ Eyes→
So the first chapter of our multi chapter, months long odyssey comes to a close today, as our sons and their schoolmates return home to their final semester of high school. The past several days have seen them receiving news from colleges and thoughts have begun to turn from ancient civilizations to unfinished homework assignments. But before flying home we have one last day to explore together. It is a perfect day in Rome and we plan to take advantage of it. Continue reading Roamin’ Holiday→
So we’re back in Italy after five days in London. Back home. It’s strange how a place where you can barely speak the language, where your clothes look out of place and they can spot you as a foreigner a mile away seems like home. But London felt like the foreign land and Italy like home. Rome sweet Rome. Continue reading Meet Rome Hilton, Paris’ Little Sister→
Let me get this off my chest at the outset. I’m not big fan of RyanAir. I don’t hate it per se, but I’d be perfectly happy if it didn’t exist or if I never had to fly it. Continue reading Flyin’ There on RyanAir→