Now you may think that nothing is going to beat a full English breakfast, but hear me out for just a second, and try a slice of crostata.
As a non-Christian, I have to admit, I absolutely love Pope Francis!
‘O purpo se coce ‘int all’acqua soja. Or in Italian: Il polpo si cucina nell sua acqua. Is a Napolitan saying that means that you should let a prickly situation go and fail on its own. Or, let a person who does not accept advice have the experience at their own expense, so basically stubborn…… Continue reading The octopus is cooked in its own water
Because wanting to leave is enough…. Cheryl Strayed – Tiny Beautiful Things The more time I spend in Italy, the more my lives feel blurred. Which life is the real one? Which one is home? I struggle to amalgamate the two. Am I Sarah, in England, in a job I (mostly) love, the joker, the…… Continue reading Go because you want to…
Cadrezzate is my future home goal. A beautiful little village on the shores of Lago di Monate. I fell in love 2 years ago, that first time I came here to work. Lago di Monate is, therefore, my favourite lake in Italy. Small, but perfectly formed, and a haven for foodies. The fish from the lake are…… Continue reading Torta di Cadrezzate
To test my newly acquired language skills, I decided to throw myself into the deep end and get a haircut. Here was a scenario where it could go well, or incredibly wrong! I brushed up on my hairdresser related vocab using Girl in Florence’s handy guide. (First word to learn was Parrucchiere, which , for me, doesn’t…… Continue reading Getting a haircut, Milanese style
Ancora tu, non mi sorprende lo sai Ancora tu, ma non dovevamo vederci più. E come stai? Domanda inutile. Stai come me e ci scappa da ridere. It’s you again, it doesn’t surprise me, you know. It’s you again, but I thought we’d never meet again. And how are you? A useless question. You’re doing…… Continue reading Ma lasciarti non è possibile