Capisce?
There’s a difference between being stared at and being judged. I’ve learned to smile through the stares because people, by
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“Sunday Funday” in small town Italia.
A short, but very beautiful and winding drive up a mountain from Bologna you’ll find Loiano (Lo-ee-AH-no). Loiano is a
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Stappiamo una bolla.
My mother always says she’s never met a wine she didn’t like. I always laugh and disagree. But, I have
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BBQ Roadtrip
On Saturday, I was invited to join Consuelo and two of her best girlfriends (amici) and their men for a
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This American girl walks into a bar…
I’m sitting in a bar as I write this post. A bar here is different from back home; it’s more
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Table for one, please.
Traveling alone means dining alone. I’ve met such wonderful people since I’ve been in Bologna that tonight is the first
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It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
The weather finally took a chill pill (or at least half of one) and I was able to go out
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Character Building 101
Don’t get me wrong, I knew traipsing off to Italy without a single Italian lesson wouldn’t be easy. But, there
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And so it begins…
With flight delays and longer layovers, my travel day was 22 hours, but I made it to Bologna safe and
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Beginnings and Birthdays
The alarm went off and my confused hand felt around for the snooze button. The alarm chimed a second time
