Ci spiace, ma questo articolo è disponibile soltanto in English.
Nel 2003 Rebecca ha iniziato a scrivere dei saggi per il sito Slow Travel, raccontando la sua esperienza di ragazza di città che dagli Stati Uiniti si è trasferita nella campagna umbra.
Le sue riflessioni sono riprodotte qui.
Umbria Slow:
[...] Rebecca (Brigolante) – Why I write about Italy [...]
LOVE the way you write..and love that you talk about the reality of Italy and how “we expats” try to find the beauty and traditions of Italy even in a time of change. It is so true that modern day Italians are leaving their traditions behind .. but maybe we can work on bringing them back! ROCK ON!
Beautiful and “emozionante”. Is it a problem when we cannot come up with English words to describe things? Any time someone touches upon family memory, it makes me kinda weepy. I had not even thought about the “leaving a trace” factor, thanks, that makes being a narcissistic writer semi-okay. Since were’re all as famous as George Cloony, our kids will read our words on some unpredictably modern device and be ever so proud ;-)
Rebecca, “geniale” as usual. You gals put me to shame! LOL
Brava bella— I have always adored your writing– and am so glad you are part of the “TEAM”
You had me at “Chex Mix.” *le sigh* Lovely as always, and how lucky we are that you write what you know :)
Lovely post, very heartfelt. This answers the ‘why do I read blog posts’ question for me.
LOVE this post and your writing…always funny yet still profound. I’m with Pete on answering the question, “Why I read blog posts”!
[...] Italy Roundtable: Why I Write About Italy [...]
Loved reading this Rebecca, you have such a fabulous way with words. I really do hope you are working on a book, I’d love to read it! :-)
You don’t REALLY hate cilantro, do you?? :)
In the nearly 7 years we lived in Umbria the changes were amazing – sometimes for the better and sometimes not. The appearance of more pre-packaged and convenience foods in the grocery store was/is downright scary.
I too had the same thought when writing my blog – hopefully my grandchildren or great-grandchildren will find it interesting. For now it’s a great reminder of our time spent in a magical place.
Your response to Italy is profound but amusing . I often think of escaping from this demanding lover, we call Italy but something always draws me back.
Rebecca, fascinating that your nonna was from Mykonos. I go there often on my cruise gigs. Anything I can bring you back?
My mum arrived to Ellis Island from Ireland in 1929 and still remembers how very sick they all were during the December crossing…thus she cant understand why I would why I do my cruise lectures.
I feel terrible that it has taken me so long to sit down and thank you all for your wonderful comments and feedback. It gives me such pleasure to know that readers–many of whom are writers I read and respect–are enjoying my posts. Thanks again!
Well, thanks to your thanks, I spotted your new venue. How lucky for me. You spoke very eloquently of the dichotomy of life here. You captured and expressed my feelings in way that has been more than elusive. Thank you.
[...] brainiac Alexandra Korey, Tuscan uber-blogger Gloria, and me. (If you missed the first, take a look here.) Please, pull up a chair to our Roundtable, have some Rice Crispy Treats, and join in on the [...]
Thank you for the article… For some of the reasons you stated Italy mortifies me (especially modern architecture), hence when back in Italy I tend to keep to small villages in remote areas, as such is found the historical and laid-back Italia where noise is at a minimum and interaction with the locals is never at a premium… After many, many protracted visits I’ve finally realized that it’s the people that enthrall me most, not so much anymore the beautiful ancient city centers or grand museums… Therefore even at a market at a strip mall in the modern part of a city it is possible to meet warm-hearted personable merchants and people who truly put a smile on my face and lighten my heart, one of the reasons why Italy is so dear to my heart.
That’s the best answer by far! Thanks for conitrubitng.