I have always been interested in volcanoes. Not the science part; I took watered-down geology for my science requirement in college, but none of it stuck. But I am intrigued by the way the earth can just seize up, erupt, and in an instant bury all of us just going about our business. Those aren’t … Continue reading 157. Volcano!
I actually enjoy trip planning. I know it makes some people nervous and they’d prefer to leave it all in the hands of a travel agent, but to me, it’s so much fun that sometimes I even plan fictitious trips to Italy that I have no intention of actually taking, and consider finding good hotels … Continue reading 156. Where to stay
What a difference eight centuries make! Within a 24-hour period, I was able to view two of the world’s greatest mosaic-filled structures, built nearly a millennium apart. The first, Villa Romana del Casale, was a huge residential complex constructed in the 4th century, by a rich and powerful figure in the waning days of the … Continue reading 155. Mosaics
Statuesque A clear retort to Philadelphia’s famous LOVE statue, this statue, by pop surrealist artist Angelo Accardi, stands in a central Palermo park. And like Philly’s Rocky statue, there’s a steady stream of people lined up to take a photo in front of it. Teacher-chaperones who brought their students to see the statue and have … Continue reading 154. Scenes of Palermo
For my money, the best food in Italy (and therefore the world) is in Sicily. While Americans are most familiar with the wonderful food of Naples, particularly pizza and pasta with red sauce, Sicily’s blend of cultures, having been conquered at some point over the past three millennia by all the countries surrounding the Mediterranean, … Continue reading 153. Street Food of Palermo
If I won the Megabucks, I wouldn’t change much. I wouldn’t quit my job, or buy a second home, even in Italy. I’d still drive my fourteen-year-old Hyundai, and shop at Target and Marshall’s. I’d pass on Michelin three-stars and eat at greasy spoons and little ethnic holes in the wall. There’s only one life … Continue reading 152. Prima Classe
My father taught me two true things about Easter Saturday. At 11:00 AM, for one moment, the Mediterranean turns from salt water to fresh. Also at 11, worms crawl out of the Easter pastries. Lamb cake or bunny cake? A tough decision at Termini Brothers One can imagine that the second was told to little … Continue reading 151. Easter Saturday
My father had a crackpot theory that all American popular music really came from Italy. But on further thought, maybe he had a point, particularly in the mid-century pre-Beatles music scene. There were the Elvis hits "It's Now or Never" ("O Sole Mio") and "Surrender" ("Torna a Sorrento") that took classic Italian songs and gave … Continue reading 150. Bobby Ridarelli
I have finally found the one person in the universe who is more into Italy than I am: Katy Clarke. Katy is a young(ish) Australian woman who is married to an Italian-Australian, and has built an empire of mostly free resources all about travel to Italy. There's her Untold Italy podcast, where she and other … Continue reading 149. Untold Italy
I finally got my chance. I’m a fairly frequent traveler to New Orleans, and I’ve always been intrigued by its American Italian Cultural Center and Museum. But whenever I happen to pass by it for one reason or another, it’s been closed. The Piazza D’Italia outside the museum So yesterday was my lucky day. I … Continue reading 148. New Orleans
Gigi's Italia 