The Old Aunty’s Kerchief And the Power of Love

I can picture her still so old and frail, hobbling up the steep hill leaning on her pair of homemade walking sticks. “What do you have there Zia (Aunty)?” my husband asked, pointing to the open-mesh bag on her kerchief-covered head. While I just gaped, wondering how many other nasty things she’d carried on that seldom-washed, dirty kerchief! 

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Svevo Castle, Termoli

Svevo Castle is located right at the entrance to the historic center of Termoli, a seacoast town in Molise, one of Italy’s smaller and lesser known regions. Built entirely of limestone and sandstone in the 13th century, it served as protection both from land and sea. It is on the highest part of the old city and the best spot to enjoy Termoli’s breathtaking sea view.

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Spaghetti alla Carbonara

This delicious Italian favorite originated in the Appenine hills of the Lazio area, and is thought to have been a staple dish for shepherds, as the ingredients were easy to transport or procure. The name comes from “carbonaro” which means coal miner, because of the plentiful black pepper used to season it.

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5 Steps to Reclaim Your Life From the Internet

Have you ever had any epiphany moments in your life? Those Aha! moments that make you sit up and take notice? I have, and one came to me recently. 

Epiphany: a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.

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Our Tiny Italian (Dream) House

We had long dreamed of owning our own home, which with our lack of regular income seemed like The Impossible Dream. But in planning our move to Abruzzo nearly 10 years ago, we learned that property values in these inland villages of the south are unbelievably low. 

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Have Yourself a Merry Little 5-Hand Christmas!

Do you find Christmas somewhat tiring and stressful? Especially finding perfect gifts? Then why not try a 5-hand Christmas this year? It’s a simple and down-to-earth gift-giving policy that could (finally) take the stress out of your Christmas gift-buying!

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Life in Small Town Italy

Moving to or even visiting Italian villages is a unique and sometimes perplexing experience. Expect people to stare (and I mean really stare) as you walk down the street, without letting it give you a complex. No, you are not funny looking or strange. They just don’t see many outsiders, and curiosity is one thing Italians people don’t lack!

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Ten Ways to Beat the Rainy Day Blues

This was our scenery today. Dark, gray, gloomy, foggy. And drippy everywhere we looked. Only my husband, camera in hand, can seem to take such gloomy days and turn them into beauty! I can’t say that I share his talent or his optimism. I’m sun-loving by nature and these gloomy days tend to get me down. 

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Our Summer Village: Beyond Forgotten

A place little touched by time. Often forgotten and overlooked….

There is but one road leading to the isolated town, our summer village. A place little touched by time, by technology’s progress, or by the frenetic pace of getting ahead. Thirteen years had passed since our last visit. And though fewer and older, the inhabitants somehow seem to remain much the same. Many of old and wrinkled pass on, while others take their place. Different, yet the same. With the same lines of suffering and hardship. The same bleak look of hopelessness.

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But What About the Memories?

Imagine returning home from a shopping trip to find your house leveled! That’s just what happened to a couple in Michigan. A demolition crew was given the wrong address, and all that remained of a grandmother’s old home was a cement slab. 

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