I've always been a sucker for the Olympics. It's probably the only occasion where hearing The Star Spangled Banner gives me goosebumps. I have to confess that I watched the documentary Miracle: The Boys of 80, about the 1980 gold medal US hockey team, and blubbered through the whole thing, as I did watching it … Continue reading 226. Olympic Fever
Full disclosure: I had a chip on my shoulder about Mexico. I last traveled there in 1983, when my friend Debbie and I went for a week in Mexico City and Acapulco. We both got deathly ill; I collapsed on the street and smashed my front teeth landing on the hard pavement, but I was … Continue reading 225. Italy vs. Mexico
It would take unusual chutzpah to compare Italy, a country where I've spent a total of nearly a year over the past six decades, and that looms large in my family's psyche, with little Portugal, where I've spent a grand total of three full days in only one city. But the shoe fits, and here … Continue reading 224. Italy vs. Portugal
It was one of those things that was highly anticipated, far beyond what might be expected on the face of it. After all, it was just another Italian restaurant, in a city filled with them. But its prominent location in the long-vacant Barnes and Noble on Philadelphia's Rittenhouse Square, and its proprietor, the famed restauranteur … Continue reading 223. Ristoranti
I was chatting with a student in my office at Swarthmore College when she casually mentioned that she was taking a course in fresco painting. I managed to not leap across the room, but I'm sure I startled her with my over-the-top expression of interest and enthusiasm. I asked if I could see her work … Continue reading 222. Fresco class
A recent article in the New York Times described Italians' dismay at the price of going to the beach. The Tuscan beach town of Viareggio In the weeks surrounding the August 15 Farragosto national holiday, when cities and towns clear out and Italians head for the sea, prices for an umbrella and two chairs have … Continue reading 221. Beach Clubs
I am an enthusiastic, if mediocre, cook, with not surprisingly, a special interest in Italian cuisine. So the first minute after Swarthmore College, my workplace, announced a session on pasta-making as part of its Summer of Learning program of fun activities, I signed up. I have tried to make fresh pasta several times over the … Continue reading 220. Pasta School
Okay, I'll admit it. Even though it appears my invitation got lost in the mail, I read every word and looked at every photo of the New York Times' coverage of this weekend's Bezos-Sanchez wedding in Venice. Photo credit: Associated Press Venice, which is besieged by out-of-towners on a normal day, is none too thrilled … Continue reading 219. Wedding Bells
Of course, everyone knows that Italy has arguably the greatest art in the Western world, and believe me, I saw plenty of it. From the Palazzo Doria Pamphilj in Rome to the Capodimonte in Naples to the Brera in Milan, I saw more Virgin Marys than you can shake a stick at. The artist seems … Continue reading 218. Artsy
My father always said that at times of great emotion -- joy, disappointment, worry, celebration -- he turned to food. It would be impossible to argue that food is not the central feature of Italian life. Community, family, tradition, history, the economy: they all have a major food component. World-wide, it is no surprise that … Continue reading 217. Our Daily Bread
Gigi's Italia 