Category: Italian Village Life

An Italian Pizza Party

Saturday night we had dinner with Michelangelo and Rossella and their daughter, Anna.  Rossella made pizza, pizza, and more pizza.  Remember how many times I’ve eaten pizza?  Well, I outdid myself on Saturday.  She made four pizzas and we ate all of them.  Completely. I’ve tried to make pizza...

Italian Complications

I know it seems like my life is perfect (and for the most part it is right now – I’m continually pinching myself), however, we do have our share of complications.  And they’re complications in Italian which is whole new sphere of weirdness. We recently ran some errands in...