It was our mutual love of Italy that initially connected me to Ernest Hemingway. I would enter a hotel lobby or a bar and see a plaque indicating that had been there. A playground owned by Ernest and situated near my grandparents beach condo in northern Italy was no exception. This became an odd but regular occurrence not just in Italy, but also on my other travels. When I was just eight years old. All the books in our house were challenging as they were mostly Italian .

I am going to be late! I realize that I forgot to take the salmon out of the freezer. I absolutely can not make dinner this evening! One of my favourite places to dine is Posticino Ristorante.

The Italianista and the Dilapidated Castle. My dream was to become an archaeologist, just like Indiana Jones. Like the majority of people I succumbed to. Choosing to travel the safest route possible in life. Instead, I spent twenty unfulfilled years in an industry that I did not enjoy. You should become a lawyer.

Takes us in his little mini on an exhilarating journey through the boot. With wit and charm he gives us a humerous, yet informative, description of the Italian landscape, traditions and modern way of life. In another of his travels he finds himself at the.