I’m so confused here in this strange land called Italy. Not every minute, but a lot of the minutes. I have many, many questions and I’m sure some of them have answers and but I’m also sure that some do not. Here are a few that have come up in these first few weeks of…
Every time I come to Italy I step out of my Bainbridge Island comfort zone and every time, it demands that I grow and change. Like everyone, I have stupid fears and insecurities that make me avoid things that are probably easy for others. Past failures and embarrassments, along with my natural shyness tether me…
Manly, macho, heteronormative life is alive and well here in northern Italy. I assume it’s maybe different in a big city but from what I can see out my window, there are not a whole lot of men embracing their feminine side or alternative fashions. And yet there are these little differences in the way…
If you are Felix and you like something, you want to do that thing as much and as hard as possible until you’ve completely worn it out. Before we left home he had himself on a strict grilled ham and cheese sandwich diet. For breakfast with an egg on it and for lunch with no…
I’m here in our little town of Pieve di Teco for my longest stretch yet. Felix and I arrived a few days ago and we will be here until mid August. The rest of the family and a couple of friends are coming for bits of time here and there, but for now it’s just…
Many of you have asked to see pictures of our renovation project in Italy. I’ve been a bit protective of the whole thing because it’s not just an apartment, it’s the spark in my heart right now, and in so many ways this process has felt too good to be true. I’m a knocking-on-wood, finger crossing,…
I’ve had a big week. I’m either crazy, stupid or brave, and quite possibly all three. Here’s a thing about me: I like Italy. I know, who doesn’t, right? But I like Italy a lot. I like Italy so much that last Wednesday with just a few days preparation, I got on a plane, alone,…
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