Unexpected results

Pilgrimages with my mother

Pilgrimages with my mother by Janice Nigro Something interesting always happens when West meets East. I once invited an Indian friend over to teach me how to make a curry. I went shopping with him for the ingredients, and I realized the potential error in my thinking when he picked up a kilo of red... Continue Reading →

what is success?

What is success? by Janice Nigro You meet a lot of people in a sort of migratory state while traveling around the world. Some are starting out life on their own in a new country while others are well into their lives and still open to new adventures. Some seem lost or not sure about... Continue Reading →

Conversations over pasta

Conversations over pasta by Janice Nigro When you are living alone, there isn’t normally much preparation for dinner. Eggs, salad, a roasted chicken from the grocery store, or maybe even a bag of popcorn. And do you have that with a glass of wine or not? I am not so difficult to please when it... Continue Reading →

Stepping out of the cocoon

Stepping out of the cocoon by Janice Nigro I am pretty brave when it comes to stepping way far out of the cocoon alone, like overseas stepping out of the cocoon. Then I just take a taxi or a bus to LAX. But the other kind of stepping out of the cocoon alone, local stepping... 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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