I was quite surprised, really. The trip started off without a hitch- our flight was smooth, our room at The Westin in Phoenix was ready, the rental car was valet parked and the staff couldn’t have been more welcoming if they had been my own grandmother, (she used to squak about our tardiness the moment we arrived, so already The… Read More
While staying at one of the coziest B&B’s we’ve ever stayed at (thanks to my cousin, Nico for putting us in touch with them) I learned about Aperilingua- an event taking place at a bar every Thursday night, hosted by the wonderful ladies at BB Tecla- Vanna, Daniela and Brigitta. One day over espresso and sfogliatelle, I hopped up and… Read More
There I was. Four years old again, sitting in our poorly decorated kitchen- tan, gold and orange rectangle linoleum, poorly matched with striped orange and yellow wallpaper, randomly spotted with tan flowers. I sat at our old wooden table, on a metal folding chair.
One of the best parts about being in Italy was being away from it all. Away from the anxiety-ridden conversations that take place in my head, but rarely come to fruition. The ones I secretly have with my husband’s kids, his parents, his siblings, my parents, and my brothers. Being away from the place that hosts everyone, gives me a… Read More
