Fifteenth of August, the laziest day of the year. Even more than at Christmas, the whole country is at a standstill. Shut down by that one holiday, Ferragosto, which for many Italians means the start of the summer holidays. The whole of Italy shifts down to the lowest gear. The whole of Italy horizontal for …
On this Sunday afternoon in April, I pull my thick cardigan a little tighter around me as I sit at my writing table here in Rome. Outside, there’s a heavy thunderstorm and bright flashes of light are quickly followed by loud thunderclaps. The rain is pouring down from the sky. However much the sun has …
The time has come again! This week I will pack up my things and close another door behind me. I have lost count of how many times I have done this over the past few years and the fact that I lived in no less than three places in Naples during last year’s summer has …
It’s Sunday morning, just after seven. It’s raining cats and dogs in Rome, a typical summer shower after months of drought. Nothing better than waking up like this while I can still feel the sun that seems to have gotten under my skin, and find the grains of sand still in my hair. Could this …
Quite often, I get the question where I find the inspiration for my weekly blogposts. Over the past few weeks, I was told a couple of times that I ‘probably wasn’t writing any blogs any longer now with this corona thing going on. Right?’ Because what is there to write about with everybody staying at …
