When your passport is an open book

When your passport is an open book by Janice Nigro We always traveled, but it was not until my youngest brother was old enough that we needed passports to do so. I was already a teenager at that point. Although I don’t remember much about the first passport, I clearly remember the reason for it-a... Continue Reading →

just ask a local…

just ask a local… by Janice Nigro On a recent trip to Rome, I overheard a guest ask the hotel concierge to recommend a good restaurant. She specifically requested a restaurant that only locals would go to. “That’s a fantasy,” I thought, “We are in Rome, where exactly does such a place exist?” There are... Continue Reading →

Every suitcase has a story

Every suitcase has a story by Janice Nigro It’s tough to leave your things behind. And yet packing a suitcase is a great exercise for figuring out what's essential for your life. I have stared at my now travel trunk and thought how can three months fit into that? I fortunately have only a couple... Continue Reading →

On being an immigrant

On being an immigrant by Janice Nigro I have never been quite sure what exactly is the difference between an expat and an immigrant. My grandparents were Sicilian immigrants but I was a US expat when I was in Norway? One thing I can tell you is that I felt no different than anyone else... Continue Reading →

A product of passion

A product of passion by Janice Nigro There are words that simply cannot be translated from one language to another. There are things or things we do that do not exist in other cultures. I wonder for example when the word for “ice” entered into Indonesian. There is no accurate translation for gelato-we call it... Continue Reading →

mini adventures in a taxi

mini adventures in a taxi by Janice Nigro When I lived in Norway I discovered that Norwegians, at least when they are in Norway, are not big fans of making small talk with people they do not know. OK, strangers, the kind you make casual conversation with at bus stops or in the elevator. I... Continue Reading →

antipasto…

I have not had time to write my regular post so it is a bit like an antipasto...something to view until I get around to writing the stories. It seems like everything in Italy is painted in a color from a sunset... ©2015 Janice Marie Nigro/janikiInk.com

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