It took a day out on a boat with a taciturn captain and a haul of carp to take Trasimeno from resort to real.
Archive for the ‘Life in Umbria’ Category
Urban vegetarian moves to Umbrian farm. Worlds collide. Chaos ensues. Peace is made.
We finally, after many false starts, technical problems, and delays—in short, Italy—installed wifi internet access at Brigolante. And I am thrilled. Really. Over the moon. Ecstatic. Tickled pink. Walking on air. On cloud nine.
Okay. I’m not happy.
San Martino, San Martino, Castagne e Vino (Saint Martin, Saint Martin, Chestnuts and Wine)
I loved Dianne Hales’ book “La Bella Lingua: My Love Affair with Italian, the World’s Most Enchanting Language” and was so honored when she asked me to contribute a blog post about my experience raising my children bilingually in Italy.
I’m going to step away from the sunny schtick for just a second and talk honestly about the dark side of expat life.
There is how the Big Boys do it, and there is how we do it. Wine, that is.
When summer begins to bleed into fall and the days alternate between earth-soaking downpours and warm, sunny skies you know it’s just a matter of hours before they appear.
Sometimes, during the chameleon existence that is expat life, you lose sight of your true colors.
Traditional Umbrian bread. A taste only an Umbrian could love.