Roman Summer, that is! Otherwise known as Saint Martin’s Summer. According to legend, one cold and windy November 11th the saint, warmly wrapped in his mantle, met a ragged beggar freezing in the rain. Moved by compassion he divided his ample wrap, and giving half to the poor man, continued on his way.
Wind and rain soon subsided, until it became so warm that he removed the cape altogether. Folklore adds that God sent the unseasonable warm spell, which continues to this day, to reward Martin for his kindness. Continue reading It’s Summertime in Italy!
So, you’re on an Italian holiday, with a broken leg… That, at any rate, would be a worst case scenario. Thankfully, when I broke my ankle (last year) I wasn’t on holiday, but lived here!
How to navigate the Italian medical system.
Continue reading A Broken Leg in Italy
What better way to wind up our blogging holiday than with a Ferragosto post, right? But in care you’re asking, “Ferragosto? What in the world is it?” Well, it literally means August holidays. And it’s the day (on August 15) that officially celebrates the summer work vacation. Which traditionally started out as one week, but in modern times it’s evolved into having the entire month off work! Continue reading Happy Ferragosto!
The memory of our first Italian train ride lingers with me to this day. We were on our way to Italy’s deep south! Today’s modern trains have dining cars, snack bars, and computer hookups. Continue reading Italy’s Deep South
Every country has its own set of rules about social etiquette. You probably already know that the Japanese bow in greeting. Americans shake hands. And the Italians kiss both cheeks. Continue reading Italians Refuse Food, and So Should You
So you want to learn Italian? Readily you answer, “Sure! I love all things Italian, and foreign languages!” Or perhaps you think, “Why should I?” Yes, just why would you want to learn Italian? Continue reading Italian Without Words [Video]
I’ll never forget the first time Zia Rosa (my father-in-law’s neighbor) invited us in. “Look, I even have a washing machine,” she said, proudly waving her work-worn hand toward her pride and joy. “And it’s still like new!” Like new, after 10 years! She was afraid to use it — for “it would get old and ruined!” Continue reading Zia Rosa’s First Videocassette
An elderly neighbor stopped my husband along the street one day. “I must talk to you,” she said quietly, through her toothless grin… “I want to ask your pardon,” she added, head hanging. “For not showing you proper respect. But I didn’t know you were a professor! I’m so very sorry!” Continue reading Through her Toothless Grin