Spoleto lice visitations are no laughing matter.

In Umbria, the underworld is all about skimming earthquake relief cash.

Tom wants to be my friend and the "anagrafe" is after my pony.

Terrorism, obesity and ... oh yes, wet hair. "They" know all.

An "urgent" trip back home to the land of (at least) a thousand crisps.

Once in a while, the Italian penchant to forgive and forget approaches the divine.

Working from home is a mother's little helper. Until the "citofono" buzzes.

Spoleto is a construction site whose common denominator is noise.

There are Italians whose eyes light up like dollar signs as soon as they see a foreigner.

From the moment she walked in, Carla had us transfixed with her glamorous clothes.

Until recently you couldn’t even buy an aspirin without going to a "farmacia."

The official face of the Catholic Church is often singularly unfriendly.