This post comes with caveats. Yes, these thoughts are generalizations. Yes, there are exceptions. Yes, stereotypes...
Journal Articles
Stirred & Mixed
This return is both emotionally and mentally harder than I had expected. I had a LIFE and friends that I left behind....
Hankerin’
What have I been having a hankerin' for while I've been away? What didn't I find a substitute for to satisfy my yen?...
Blogging On
Just because I've returned to Seattle, will my blog come to a halt? No. There's still more to say. I have more mulling...
No Place Like Home
As Dorothy said, "there's no place like home". This spring, in anticipation of leaving Milano, I had my eye open for...
Rhubarb Homecoming
Sunday Morning. August 1. (I arrived home yesterday in late afternoon.) Home in the summer chill of Seattle with a 60...
New Faces, More New Friends
How often do any of us put ourselves in the position to meet so many people in so many ways in so short a time? How...
I’m Not a Tourist
Tourists don't feel like this. I came here wanting to have relationships and experiences, and to gather images. I have...
Reconciling What Remains
It's Thursday afternoon. On Saturday morning a car and driver will meet me here at my apartment and drive me, with...
Cogne: Alpine Italy
Journal Entry: 24 Luglio The bus just left Aosta, heading back to Milano. I have been visiting my friends, Ewa and...
Into Mountainous Valle d’Aosta
On Thursday, the bus pulled away from a 95 degree day in Milano and headed into increasingly blustery skies in the...
One Week ’til Blastoff
One week from today, at this time, I will have schlepped my bags by taxi and train to Milano Malpensa airport; checked...
Goodbye Mary
It would have been impossible to leave Milano without saying "goodbye" to Mary. Our first meeting is a story in...
My Raw Meat Salad
I'm going to miss my Insalata di Bresaola, my salad of dried, cured (raw) beef. Boo hoo. They can't bring bresaola...
Hot Like a Sauna
It's been toasty-o here in Milano lately, with temperatures in the high 80s to high 90s, and humid. When I walk out of...
Carlotta Café – Milano
Octopus as tender as a dream, served warm and simply, with potatoes, olives and olive oil. Fish and pasta prepared and...
Another History Lesson
My "History Buff on Wheels", Angelo, went rolling past me along the canal this morning. In a cycling daze and not...
Hanging “58”
"What's the 58 for?" "You don't know? It's all over the internet. It's supposed to repel flies. Two weeks ago I had...
Full But Not Scholarly
This is not a scholarly blog with a foundation in formal Art or European History. I'm the first to admit my ignorance...
Fish Snob That I Am
I have caught and cooked a LOT of fish in my life and I cook it well enough that I'm a snob about eating fish at a...