La vita italiana

There are two words that truly define the essence of Italian Carnevale: the  first is maschera, or mask; the second is — of course — Venezia.  While every corner of the country celebrates this time of the year with parades, …

I won’t speak about data and numbers, about contagion and hospitalizations: you can get all that type of information somewhere else. I’ve even thought whether writing this article was a good idea, whether bringing such a stark note into our …

The fourth week on lockdown in Italy starts today, 30th of March. Fifteen days ago, I made a post on L’Italo-Americano Facebook page, asking to you all to tell us what you loved the most about Italy. A place, a …

Here  we are, our second week in isolation begins. It’s strange  to think how much our existence has changed in such a short period of time. It’s strange to think something as minuscule as a virus can create such havoc. …

I  was having  my first coffee watching the early morning news today and guess what:  Rome was in it, again for the wrong reasons. Apparently, the area around the Colosseum is chocking in litter and street vendors — operating more …

Everything started with the Aeronautica Militare’s first flights to bring back home all the Italians living in China. They lived, worked, studied in Wuhan, in that far away, incredibly modern province where a virus we believed distant had begun killing. …

Today, 18th of March, we are just starting  our second week in isolation.  The streets are empty and everything is incredibly silent, without the voices of kids and teens coming and going from school and cars roaring just outside the …

Few scents evoke an emotional response like that of bread as it rises to perfection in a hot oven. Taste buds awaken, eyes widen, stomachs rumble, voices cry out – “When will it be ready?”  Each civilization since anyone’s kept …

The vigorous celebrations of Pasqua and Pasquetta in Italy — Easter and the Monday after Easter — are as much a part of the season of renewal as any of nature’s predictable proclamations. It’s a time of awakening. Vibrant green …

On the 21st of April, Rome turned 2.773 years old, but this was a very strange birthday indeed. No one was around her streets celebrating, there were neither aperitivi nor strolls at the Pincio with your loved ones, enjoying these …