Bombe

Since I've been in Italy, I've had to do a little bit of reconciling - that is, reconciling my childhood memories of the country with my adult impressions. Because I'm me, most of the old memories have to do with food. Me, five years old, sitting on a chair, swinging my legs back and forth

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The Oil

Living here inĀ Terracina - where my parents came every summer in their adolescence - I run into a lot of people who knew them way back when. I have to take their word for it, but they insist it's true: We knew your parents back in the 70s before they went to America. Well, I

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