It’s that time of year again. When trees get trimmed and everyone asks “Are you going home for the holidays?”.
Have you ever felt truly inspired in front of a work of art? Have you been a victim to Stendhal
Personally I don’t know Milan well: this is a guest post by an ArtTrav reader, Patricia, who had commented on
There are some countries in which the bra fitting is a rite of passage and a moment to be repeated
Someone, perhaps it was I, had the bright idea of the theme of “roots” for this month’s Italy blogging roundtable.
Living in Florence has its appeal, but Tommaso and I have always had a thing for Maremma, an area of
I can’t remember what my comfort food was before I moved to Italy, but I think the main characteristics of
You must worry about me living in Italy at times like these. It’s hard to have a daughter in the place that is the object of international ridicule, for it’s hard to justify being here at all. It looks really bad from the outside. I must say that right now, it looks pretty bad from the inside too. The only thing that holds it together is the whole insieme of what put this country together in the first place…
See this sign? It’s the stop sign before a rotonda (roundabout) on my street. It’s a universal sign that means
Everyone who hears where I live and what I do for a job (after a stint teaching study abroad I