Want breakfast in Italy? Adjust your expectations! Ask three Italians to define “breakfast” and you’ll probably get three different answers that look something like this: An espresso on the run. A cappuccino and a cornetto. Cereal, fruit and a cup of tea. Ask three more Italians the same question and you run the danger of three more answers. In a nutshell, there’s no definitive answer, … Continue reading Breakfast in Italy
In our area, northern Lazio, busy season is October into November. The weather is cooling off as we head into autumn and there’s satisfaction to be had from the last burst of hard work for the year.
If you’re planning a trip to Italy, or anywhere in the Mediterranean for that matter, olive harvest is a prime time to be here. So – heads up: October / November. Get your butts into an agriturismo and have an Italian experience you’ll never forget.
Olives: Ancient Doesn’t get any Better Than This
Raccogliere: to Harvest or Gather. A smooth word for one of the most back-breaking but soul-satisfying things you might ever do Continue reading “Italy’s Liquid Gold Rush – The Olive Harvest”
Driving the Italian Way!
Okay, let’s get some stuff straight before we start:
First, Italians are not crazy drivers, any more than any other nation. They’re just misunderstood. The national psyche is set to “Appassionato”. Italians are animated people, so when you share the road with them, things can seem a little crazy.
Second, they drive fast, some of them, okay, most of them; but for the most part, they know what they’re doing.
Third, your nerves are shot to hell for the first few months of driving here, not because Italians are out to kill you, but because you think they are. Italians are well used to dealing with foreign drivers on their roads and they hardly ever kill them. Continue reading “Driving in Italy -There’s Nothing Like It!”
I live in Italy!
This keeps dawning on me and after eighteen months, I still have to pinch myself to believe it.
We arrived on 3 June 2015. Ever since then it’s been one intriguing thing after one perplexing thing after one hilarious thing and so it keeps going.
Okay, it’s been a wild ride; an almost surreal wild ride. Continue reading “Loving the Italian Dream”