Apple pie writing

I’ll never get over the popularity of American culinary businesses, like Starbucks or McDonald’s, in Italy. Maybe to some, the food tastes better or is no different than real Italian pizza from Pugi in Florence.  Kidding.  I just don’t identify with the people who view McDonald’s as an oasis when they’re away from home. In... Continue Reading →

Getting to know the locals in Italy

“I know the feeling,” our young driver Nikola said in his soft Italian accent on our drive to Pisa from Florence, Italy. “Yup, my wallet flew into the night,” I repeated, shaking my head. Me, a veteran traveler fell victim to one of the oldest traditions Florence is also famous for. I wasn’t expecting for... Continue Reading →

Desperately seeking gelato

by Janice Nigro Irrational thoughts take over right before international travel. Of the “leaving your cocoon” sort. The kind that compel you to clean your home thoroughly before you leave.  Such thoughts were unavoidable as the pandemic surges on around the world before my trip to Italy last month. Weird ideas, like did I get the... Continue Reading →

Home is where my pasta machine is

by Janice Nigro A plane is that modern vehicle of irony, speeding you through the air at times to areas of the Earth that might still be in the stone age. Or at least into another apparent universe where we don’t understand the language, we don’t look like anyone else, and we don't have the... Continue Reading →

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