“True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy…” A few months ago I watched Letters To Juliet. I knew…
We followed a narrow and winding road lined with tall cypress trees, oaks, and chestnuts. The hillsides were a patchwork of vineyards and olive trees. Here and there random stretches…
A talented writer who happens to be a friend once told me, people have a natural inclination to return to the place where they lived as teenagers. He believes our…
Today I want to post something totally random. I don’t have pets, and I find it curious that almost every place I’ve lived, a cat adopts me. At my current…
Beauty is a universal language and Italians know beauty. After all, Italy is the birthplace of the Renaissance, of Michaelangelo, Dante, Ferrari’s, and Leonardo da Vinci. They also know how…
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