This ad pops up on my cell phone–for a moisturizer called Bava di Lumaca Miracolosa. Miraculous snail drool. Really? I have a hard time picturing a fashionable Italian lady striding up to the cosmetic counter and stocking up on drool. But who knows? Maybe drool is a thing over here. Your skin looks divine. Thanks!…More
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Kissing Age–from American English, Italian Chocolate
Last night, halfway through Jeopardy, I asked my wife if she wanted to suck face. She shook her head in disgust. It’s not our usual nomenclature. “How about a smooch?” “No.” “A peck?” “No.” “A buss?” “Why do you talk that way?” She pointed at the TV. Alex Trebec was introducing Arthur Chu for the…More
On Wine Tasting and the Limits of Winespeak–from Get Thee to a Bakery
“You taste wine the same way I do,” the guy pouring says. “We all have the same equipment: nose, mouth, tongue, palate. Technically, yes. And it’s very nice of him to say that. It’s my last day in Sonoma. I’ve had a head cold all week, so none of my “equipment” has…More
Wherefore Oodles–gobs and gobs
An oodle sounds a lot like a Monty Python character. You can imagine John Cleese dressed up as a woman, saying, “Hello, my name is Ann Oodle. I am an expert on snakes.” Funny thing about oodle. It’s one of those words in English that has no singular. Think trousers, butterfingers, hijinks, spartypants, gadzooks. I’ve…More
Subtracting the Negatives–Orvieto caves and a focus on feet
We have a new server at Nud e Crud, one of our favorite restaurants in Rimini. Tizi and I form attachments to servers. Dido at Passatore, Valentina at Marianna, Luccio in San Gregorio, Sergio at La Rivetta. We’re more than consumers passing through, paying for a product and service. We’re regulars now. The food, the…More
Mastery of Mystery–ashes, old friends, and the faith
We arrive in San Marino on Ash Wednesday afternoon. To get here we’ve traveled all night and through most of this day. We unload bags, turn on the water, and raise the heat in the apartment. Tizi makes a bed. We pull sheets off a couple chairs so we have a seat in the morning.…More
And Now the Letter H–hamburger with an Italian accent
Today I discovered Hamerica. Make that Hamerica’s. It’s a chain restaurant in Italy “dove vivi l’esperienza degli States e provi i migliori hamburger fatti in Italia con un gusto completamente americano.” Best hamburger in Italy, they boast. Just like being in the States. Walking through Rimini this morning, we passed what used to be Picnic…More
What’s Not to Love–rare books and earthly love by night
When pleasures take you by surprise, they are so much sweeter. Last night we attended a lecture in the rare book room at the Oliveriani Museum in Pesaro. I was not prepared to enjoy it so much. Not one but two notable art history scholars spoke. The discourse was learned, the vocabulary was specialized, and…More
Why Lunch–and meterological mayhem
It rained last night. I was awake around 4:00 a.m. I could hear thunder in the distance, its low-level rumble, like nature clearing its throat. Then it came closer and in ten minutes was above us. More
Why Don’t Italians Get Hot?
“It’s warm in here.” Anyone entering our apartment in San Marino makes this observation. They don’t mean warm. They mean warm. Hot.More