My last few days in Tuscany are always sad but with any luck, I’ll be back to pick olives next month
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The H is SIilent
In the Italian Language, The H is Silent When I told my Italian friends, I was going to Genoa specifically to see the Monumental Cemetery at Staglieno they expressed disbelief. “But of course, you will visit the aquarium? You must take the time to see San Lorenzo cathedral and the national gallery in Palazzo Spinola!” […]
The Problem of The Soup
The Problem of The Soup When my friend Cristina asked me to spend a few days with her father, Antonio, the request came at the perfect moment. I was already thinking of extending my time in Italy and now I had a good reason to stay. Antonio, at 97, has in the past greeted […]