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I’ll never forget the time I took the Frecciarossa from Santa Maria Novella to Napoli Centrale. On time, clean and complete with the complimentary drink and snack, my journey ...
If I were to launch a Tuscan cookery school, I’d call it q.b., for ‘quanto basta.’ For me those two little letters embody the true essence of Italian cooking. While English cookbooks state every gram, tablespoon and cup put to use in a recipe, life
Translation is never a straightforward linear process; it is all about the purpose, or, to share a technical term, ‘skopos.’ As a linguist, I make choices as I convert text in one language into another. The purpose of a Tuscan agriturismo website is to sell holiday accommodations of
I’m a words person, always have been, always will be. I am fortunate to have been born with an eye and a mind for correct spelling—I can spot a mistake from a distance and often intervene by wielding a red pen. As I’ve become
The Advancing Women Artists Foundation now has its own Wikipedia page. Have a look at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advancing_Women_Artists_Foundation This new online reference page is one of the outcomes of a daylong ‘Edit-a-thon’ aimed at increasing the number of entries spotlighting women
Once, while out with his nonna, my son, who was just learning to talk, proudly identified the backside of a strange woman standing beside them: ‘Culo!’ My extended Italian family members were highly amused by my mother-in-law’s subsequent retelling of the episode. I, on
Bob Nordvall, who, among other pursuits, wrote for The Florentine,passed away on January 2 in Pistoia, Italy. Especially appreciated for their caustic wit, Bob’s articles and conversations always featured a unique mix of insiders’ advice and expat perspective. Readers of his much-awaited newsletter ‘This
Italian men are dogs and Italian women are cats. The statement feels so very bold that I almost fear to write it. Firstly, because one's childhood habit of comparing people to barnyard critters and jungle animals may best be left to the private sphere. And then there's the
Autumn is upon us. Hurried and harried, Florence's entire population is coming to terms with all that has been waiting in the wings since summertime. Deadlines are harvested far faster than pumpkins, and bosses and colleagues heartily welcome fall storms by generating them. Perhaps your stomach is steelier
Catherine sold her house in Leicester, intent on moving to Florence and financing her long-time professional dream: event planning in Tuscany. Villas, castles and monastic courtyards that house no clergy make great backdrops for high-end cultural events, she thought. And fino a qui, I fully agree. Yet, beyond
Aesop, a slave who earned his freedom through storytelling, became a worthy diplomat for kings, which ultimately got him thrown off a cliff in Delphi for having insulted the ...
