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
I’ve always been interested in Calabria. But its location at the tip of the Italian boot made it challenging to get to, without a good amount of extra time for logistics. This trip, though, time was not a problem, to an extent it may never be again. I had to grab my chance. We stayed … Continue reading 216. Calabria
I’ve come to Italy enough times over the years that I don’t feel a need to have every moment preplanned and locked down, as I might going elsewhere. I’m headed to Milan today, for example, and made my hotel reservation three days ago. (I see people on Italy travel Facebook groups wondering if it’s too … Continue reading 215. Expecting the Unexpected
I’m a sucker for salt water. Having grown up close enough to the Atlantic to have the air smell briney when the wind blew a certain way, I am always going to seek out a salt-water destination if the opportunity arises, even a slightly cheesy one like the Jersey Shore. My all-time favorite, of course, … Continue reading 214. Tale of Two Beach Towns
I am fascinated by Fascist architecture. This building helpfully has a Fascista label You don’t have to be an expert to identify them; they are everywhere in Italy and you can’t miss them. Massive, hulking, solid, graceless: they hit you over the head with a comic-book version of strength and masculinity. (I can think of … Continue reading 213. Fascist buildings
2025 will mark the year that I fell in love … with Rome. I tried to count how many times I’d been, and came up with fourteen since 1965, when I spent a week there with my parents. There have probably been more. There have been several trips in the winter, when it’s drizzly and … Continue reading 212. Tale of Two Cities
On Thursday afternoon, when my daughter Lizy texted me “American Pope!” followed by “Villanova grad, from Chicago!” I thought it was the set-up for a joke. After all, we had been in St. Peter’s Square just a few hours earlier, and it looked like a normal day. I had expected to see priests engaged in … Continue reading 211. We Have a Pope!
Whenever I am going to be in Rome, I always reach out on Facebook to my cousin Clara in the hopes that she will arrange a get-together with my relatives. Clara learned English in high school 65 years ago, so she comes the closest in the group to being competently bilingual English-Italian. (If you’re wondering … Continue reading 210. Family
I come from a long line of artists. My Aunt Rose Casella went solo to Perugia in the 1930s to study painting, an endeavor I’m sure was highly unusual for an American young woman. My Aunt Gloria Casella was a graduate of the Art Institute in Chicago, arguably the best art school in the country. … Continue reading 209. Tiny Pieces
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