In Italy · Italy · Wanderings

Traveling Solo

The weekend after Easter I visited Florence by myself. Alone. Solo. Party of one. It wasn’t my first time traveling alone, so I knew I could overcome all the pre-trip jitters: worries about safety, anxiety about missing trains and getting lost, uncertainty about dining alone. Time has proven that all those unknowns and What Ifs… Continue reading Traveling Solo

Being

And Hello, It’s a Reader Survey

It’s spring! Suddenly and spectacularly it’s here. Trees are flowering, tulips are blooming, the grass is in serious need of a cutting. Birds, bees, little wall lizards, they’re all here with it. At last. Doesn’t the shift from winter make all the difference? This winter my youngest son turned three, I solo parented for six… Continue reading And Hello, It’s a Reader Survey

Expat Life · Food · Wonderings

The Rituals of Coffee

The best part of being a foreigner is the opportunity to connect with other foreigners. (Stranieri is the Italian word for us. Sounds like strangers, no? Without a doubt we seem strange to Italians.) Far from home, we gravitate toward each other for a sense of understanding and community. We offer each other empathy and support. And… Continue reading The Rituals of Coffee

In Italy

Bergamo, Italy

We’re very close to recovered from the bewildering experience of moving overseas (for the second time in a year). Our home is feeling like a proper home. We’re starting to run into people we know while we’re out and about. I know which grocery stores will have what I’m looking for. It feels like we are settled… Continue reading Bergamo, Italy

Expat Life · Parenthood

Being a Foreign Mom

My Italian is coming along, slowly, after seven months in Italy. I can get by in many cases, with lots of awkward pauses, if I let go of feeling embarrassed to sound like a toddler (with a bad accent to boot). There is usually much pointing and gesturing. Of course, many people who do speak some English… Continue reading Being a Foreign Mom

In Italy · Italy

Festa di Sant’Antonio alla Motta Varese

I dropped the ball on making a reservation for our Saturday night date. Fancy didn’t appeal to me, and I kind of liked the idea of stumbling into some place unexpected. We were turned away from three different restaurants before I suspected that something big was afoot. We made our way toward the new sushi place, which was… Continue reading Festa di Sant’Antonio alla Motta Varese

Parenthood

Impossible to Resist Long Post About My 5 Year Old

Friday my oldest son turned five. Which I find funny to say, because I sometimes forget he isn’t already 8 or 18. Oh, Walden. You are a force. “Don’t forget, my name is WALDEN!” you once called to some new friends from grandma’s pontoon, as she pulled away from the sandbar. No one will forget… Continue reading Impossible to Resist Long Post About My 5 Year Old