Italy is the country of simple pleasures. It became clear to me when I ordered a green salad to go with my pasta. I am not sure what type of green it was. I think it might’ve been baby spinach. But that was it. A green salad. I was provided with olive oil and balsamic… Continue reading Italy and simple pleasures
It’s what Italy is all about and maybe it is better than shaking hands. Let’s face it – with most double kisses you are not really kissing the persons cheek – just rather touching their cheek with your cheek so probably way more hygienic than shaking hands. And everybody does it …. Don’t you think… Continue reading It’s the double kiss
My sister and I could not understand it. It seemed that many of the men either driving the water taxi or working the tables in Venice must surely be in the movie business. Maybe Venice is a little like LA – Italian hopefuls end up there serving on tables while waiting for that big break.… Continue reading Oh Mama Mia – those Italian men!