In Italy having pizza in pizzeria is a big deal. When a bunch of friends decide to go out for a pizza, dramatic decisions must be taken. Where to go, what time, who is going to pick up whom and so forth.
Once all the details have been settled, eventually you sit at the table and then you need to know some basic rules in order to get the most out of your pizza night. REMEMBER: you are here to have pizza. … A Half-Serious Set of Rules for True Italian Pizzeria-Goers :: Part 1
From the town of Roccamorice (Pescara) it takes very little to reach the Hermitage of Saint Bartholomew, both in terms of time and space.
… The Hermitage of Saint Bartholomew in Legio
You can drop by just for a short time, if you want. Please come over, because if you are looking for me, it means that you know that I exist.
You can pay me a visit, but please bring your curiosity, your wonder and look at me in amazement. … My Name is Abruzzo… Come Visit Me
A Wednesday morning walk around and about Union Square Greenmarket… … Take Five :: Union Square Greenmarket, NYC
Is advertising the life of trade? Ninety-nine times out of ten it is. Mimmo Arena, co-owner and executive chef of “Il club del pesce azzurro” (The Oily Fish Club) in San Vito Chietino, thinks it is not. … The Life of a Chef :: Deliciously Abruzzo The Pesce Azzurro Club
Scenes from a wedding :: “Lu matrimonje” in Rapino… Time seemed to have stopped in Rapino, where the reenactment of a wedding ceremony was something far more than a mere performance!
… Scenes from a wedding :: “Lu matrimonje” in Rapino
A walk above the clouds in a magical quasi-ghost town situated within the Gran Sasso National Park in the Apennines… … Medieval Italy :: Santo Stefano di Sessanio
“First of all, let’s get one thing straight. Your Italy and our Italia are not the same thing. Italy is a soft drug peddled in predictable packages, such as hills in the sunset, olive groves, lemon trees, white wine, and raven-haired girls. Italia, on the other hand, is a maze. It’s alluring, but complicated…” ~ Beppe Severgnini … Postcard from Italy :: Florence
On a lazy September Sunday morn…
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Everybody aged 40+ rode one in their teens. It was born in the Sixties and since then it has become a symbol of freedom and nonconformity.
… On Two “vintaGe” Wheels :: The “G” spot is NOT what you’re thinking 😉