As time goes by, still reeling from the disappointment of the last Presidential election, I think more and more about moving back to Europe. Unlike many who have threatened an en masse move to Canada, I could do it fairly easily. The perennial dysfunction that has been an Italian trademark since Roman times looks welcoming from afar right now, it even beckons.
Month: February 2017
On the downside, it might rain again this weekend. On the upside, my garden looks more like Hawaii than the desert it’s supposed to be, and it’s Oscar night on Sunday. That merits a cocktail, a quiche and a long stay on the sofa critiquing clothes. Numbers 1, 4 and 5 are compliments of sofagirl who might not be present on these pages anymore but is very much present in my inbox and, by extension, today, in yours.
According to most of my American friends, the world is heading towards a period of gloom and doom. Time for some heroes. Not of the super variety – just ordinary people capable of extraordinary acts of love. If it all looks a bit like a giant reading assignment, just pick what resonates. I also threw in a heart-warming video (no dogs, I promise) and a yoga idea.
My sister is mystified by my (very American) embrace of Valentine’s Day, a holiday nobody pays attention to in Italy. In truth, my version mostly entails an exchange of cards and a collaborative meal, but this year, because she is here with her boyfriend, I thought we would use the occasion for a bit of fun.