Cycling in Sardegna
“Time is not a measure of distance,” Francesca’s son, Marco, says to her when she…
September 2012
Cicoria Roadside Stories
Many Italian immigrants who came to America in the last century were certainly…
Celebrating Italian Food
I have decided that I do not want an engagement ring. What I want instead is an…
The Anthropology of Fire
“Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.” (Italian proverb) Monday,…
Italy in Lockdown
I walked the beach where Mario Ruoppolo recorded metaphors for Neruda. I put my feet in…
Castagne to Go: Chronicles of a Chestnut Lover
In February 2008, I attended the BIT (Biennale Italiana del Turismo) in Milan, where…
The Food We Eat
“You are what you eat,” according to the old saying – the idea being that you can…
Pressing Wine and Dancing the Tarantella
Wine always reminds me of my grandfather. I can’t remember the first time I tasted…