My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
As you can tell from my previous post (by speaking a bit of Italian lingo) and also this post, I find myself lately wanting to express and share my Italian heritage.
But don’t worry, I won’t go so far as to share video clips of Marlon Brando as The Godfather.
And even though I took two years of Italian in high school, the only thing I can say is culo del gatto.
Which means: ass of the cat.
I recently watched two brilliant films that were set within the breathtaking backdrop of Italy.
Eat. Pray. Love and Letters to Juliet.
Back in the late 70’s I traveled to Europe, but never got the chance to visit Italy. However, after seeing these films, I know I must get there one day.
Being an Italian-American myself, I’ve always had a deep-seeded connection to all things Italian.
The food, the wine, the culture, and the overall passion and gusto with which true Italians live.
Italians do everything with feeling.
When they eat, it’s an experience.
When they drink wine, it’s savored.
When they express any emotion, it’s fully.
And when they love, they love with total abandonment.
That’s amore!
Italians live as if they‘re creating a life of art; painting it with each luscious and dramatic stroke of a brush.
They take time to relish each moment.
I adore being Italian.
I love knowing that my family roots are planted within Italian soil.
I can feel it.
Whenever I look at images of Italy….my heart swells.
Venice, Italy
Verona, Italy
Manarolo, Italy
Authentic Italian Food
Rome, Italy
Somewhere, Italy
Tuscany, Italy
Italia bella!
Ciao, baby!
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