Ten Life Lessons from Italy…

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Just home after a delicious Italian working vacation, the jet lag is officially coursing through my body, replacing the fresh pasta and local vino I have been wining and dining on for the last three weeks.

As I stare at my computer screen, nervously engaging with the  spurned contraption with whom I am just reuniting after a necessary ‘break‘, I realize that I have wisdom to impart. Great wisdom. Traveling does that: It gets you out of your comfort zone of normalcy and gives you a brief glimpse into a peripatetic lifestyle, which contrasts your otherwise fairly settled routine. And it teaches you a thing or ten.

In between the gallons of gelato, the vats of vino and the pounds of pasta, I’ve discovered:

  1. There’s a Botero in the Vatican –Click To Read Blog
  2. Some of the best restaurants look like brothels –Click To Read Blog
  3. It’s okay to be a tourist –Click To Read Blog
  4. The Art of the Slow Meal –Click To Read Blog
  5. When in Rome… –Click To Read Blog
  6. The importance of  theatre and why I love actors –Click To Read Blog
  7. The art of packing and why I love Scott VestsClick To Read Blog
  8. All pastas are not created equal –Click To Read Blog
  9. The Italian Downton AbbeyClick To Read Blog
  10. Wine – a lesson in six bottles –Click To Read Blog

Stay tuned. In my next ten blogs, I promise to expand on each of these ten musings.

Ciao

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  • Vanessa

    I can’t wait!!!

  • Michael Preece

    Love to hear about your travels. I’ll bet the dogs were happy to see you.

  • sal

    I look forward to reading…..

    • Marilee Zdenek

      My memory of the Sistine Chapel is strangely distorted. Much as I longed to spend time with my head tilted upward and my eyes fixed on that great masterpiece, I couldn’t do it. Every time I tried, I got dizzy. Not just a little dizzy but vertigo swirling images that forced me to stare at the floor until it stopped and try again. I still couldn’t do it. I tried peeking at it in small increments with my hands forming blinders so I could only focus on one element at a time. I wanted to lie down in the floor and see if I could see it “looking forward” but there was this guard and there were all those other people so I refrained. The only way I can really see the Sistine Chapel is to enjoy every page of a finally produced art book!

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