Arrivederci Positano!

imageMy heart is breaking…I’m waiting for my driver to take me to Rome,  desperately trying to capture every sensual pleasure I see around me.  The aromas that fill my villa from freshly baked bread from a not so far away bakery, the distant soft clatter of activity of the awakening city and these breathtaking views I want to never forget. Continue reading “Arrivederci Positano!”

In the Cucina

imageHow I spent my vacation in Italy…in the kitchen!  I’m the woman who gets excited over receiving a kitchen appliance for Christmas. Wrap a big bow on a Viking range and I will kiss you all over.   Remodel my kitchen to look like this…with everything included, and I will love you forever. Continue reading “In the Cucina”

Pretending to Not Be a Tourist in Italy

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Whenever I dreamed..fantasized…about going to Italy, I must embarrassingly admit it was not about seeing incredible architecture, ruins or days of non-stop touring to pack in as much as possible.  No, my dream was to live among the locals, spend my day as they would and fit in as much as possible…which is pretty unreal being that I don’t speak Italian am I’m not earning an income to “live” here, I’m just a vacationing, relaxing gal pretending to not stand out too much. Continue reading “Pretending to Not Be a Tourist in Italy”

Pizza Making

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My first cooking class, pizza making with Chef Raffaele.  I was joined by only one other woman, Brenda, from South Africa. She also is traveling alone and I believe we have the same classes for the rest of the week. Thankfully, she doesn’t like to dine on her own either, so we will be meeting up this evening for dinner. Continue reading “Pizza Making”

Santa Maria Assunta

 

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My itinerary listed today as my day off.   Initially when I read that, my busy, to-do list, non-stop personality, went into panic.  Back home a day off meant from work, but chores and to-dos of my normal routine filled my “day off”.  So what was I going to do, by myself, on a day off in Italy? Continue reading “Santa Maria Assunta”

Traveling Solo to Italy

Sad BiagioTraveling to Italy has always been my dream.  More like a misty dream, never quite clearly seeing through the fog to when it might come true.  A single mom, carefully budgeting my way through life and cleaning up after storms along the way.  But honestly, I can now say, my storms have all been a blessing.  In disguise, of course.

 “Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing at all.”

                                                                 – Helen Keller

I’m going for a daring adventure.  Personally, I’m gently reserved, geared more toward intimate one-on-one conversations than free for alls; I cherish solitude, my home, and always thoughtful in my decision making.  Though so driven by comfort and security, I’m easily seduced by change and adventure.  Sometimes successfully, as in my life move to Florida, and other times not so great, as my move to Atlanta.  But regardless, in both circumstances, I grew, and I have no regrets. Continue reading “Traveling Solo to Italy”