Barracks, lamb and beer
Being called up in Italy was never fun, unless soccer came ahead of hand grenades.
Snow and the man
Once you're hooked on wine and skiing, life becomes all about getting more of both.
Memories of migration
Once upon a time (try 1980), an Italian family vacation meant pulling up roots, or close.
A night to remember
The night before being stuck in the Italian military for a year, the author took an unplanned walk on the wild side.
E.R. alla Romana
Italian rosé tastes all the sweeter after a side-trip through Rome hospital hell.
The condominium meeting
Ever wonder where the walking dead really come from? Try a Rome riunione condominale.
How it all began
Learning to love wine can sometimes emerge from a childhood of hating it.