Arriving by train in Venice on a gorgeous spring day, I quickly became aware of the differences in how people relate in a tourist city versus in Trieste. In Venice, most of the service personnel in the street spoke to us in English. In Trieste, hearing English spoken tends to draw curious stares; in one …
I think I’m Italian. That is, there are alot of things about the life and culture here that I prefer, not the least of which is their style. But I digress. The real reason for this post is just personal. I’m having a great time, but today I started to get homesick. No doubt it …
After a couple of rainy days, the weather cleared up and turned spring. Yesterday we walked downtown. While I was happy later that I had brought my coat with me, my daughter reminded me that if we had our picture taken with our coats on it would basically be the same outfit we had already …
