Of Mushroom Hunters and Sheep Parades

“The hills are alive with the sound of music!” I wanted to jump from my bus and run singing through the green pastures of the pre-Alps of Bergamo province.  To distract myself from this rather strange urge, I was content instead to spend the last ½ hour of my trip counting sheep.  Total tally: 238 [...]

A Permanent Pizza Party

A Permanent Pizza Party

" Pizza: 3  Julie: 0" I thought as I methodically sliced my giant “piece” of pizza into inch long, bite-size portions.  I watched in amazement as my eight year old host sister devoured a piece the size of her abdomen “come un lupo” (like a wolf) before I had eaten two bites.  Oh if I [...]