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Blog postWhat a year. I mean…seriously.
What a year.
The weight of tragedy and suffering is knee buckling which can make approaching the holidays akin to barreling toward the final hurdles in an endless race we’re doomed to lose. I’m sure more than one person has thrown up their arms, muttering, “What tree? What candles? What festive meal?” Beat. “Why bother?”
Well, because of just that. This is our time to set the world to rights again. To remind ourselves why we’ve sat on our2 months ago Read more -
Blog postI say I’ve never been to Deruta, but that’s not exactly true. You see, years ago, when my eldest son (who is currently living with his girlfriend in the Lower East Side of Manhattan) was praying to the tooth fairy and my middle daughter still napped in a stroller and my youngest
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Blog postThe call came in the night.
Okay, okay, in lieu of being able to pop into Bar Bonci for a spot of drama (thanks pandemic lockdown), I’m resorting to adding flair to ordinary situations. I do love me some flair, but perhaps you already knew that, having read my four book series whe
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Blog postUnless you’ve been hibernating under a socially-distanced rock, you know that the pandemic is in its second wave. Well, in Europe anyway. In the States, a quick look at rates over time will show you that while Italy has a big spike in March that dropped down and for the past few
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Blog postIt’s easy to get lulled by the image, isn’t it? A stone wheel turned by a mule, placidly grinding olives into mash that will then drip fragrant oil into waiting tin buckets? The image and the product become blurred, and it’s easy to assume that oil is the platonic ideal of oil—ge
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Blog postI’ve been doing it again.
Not consciously. Not consciously at all. But I’ve been doing it again.
I’ve been using my children, my family, really, as a shield between me and the unknown.
Which is funny, right? After all, I feel more known in Spello than in my neighborhood in Charlotte
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Blog postThe house is quiet. Strangely quiet. You know how when kids are tiny and it’s quiet, adults get tense? Well, that calculus flips when your children are older, and I’ve long outgrown that particular reaction. Nonetheless, I’m aware of the sound of a fly buzzing in the next room, t
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Blog postPeople warned me. The pandemic, they said, brought some…change, to Spello. But…ma dai. I’ve heard that refrain before. I remember when the trees got yanked from the piazza or when neighbors noted a new influx of expats. It’s true, the spirit of Spello did ripple to accommodate th
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Blog postI’ve been doing the writer thing for a while now. So, I like to think I know my way around verbs and nouns, and yet…I have not been able to write about the last two weeks. Not a word, since our release from quarantine. I’ve tried. I have. But every time I sit down to write, my heart feels too full and my head feels too em
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Blog postThe mind is a silly creature. It seems I can’t ever make a cross-ocean leap without having to spend considerable time walking around with my jaw hanging open, stunned that I’m someplace different.
Not until the second week of quarantine did I finally stop announcing, “We’re here
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Blog postBecause I didn’t believe we’d really get here, I spared not one thought for what it might be like to quarantine in Italy. “Just get us there,” I muttered under my breath as I scrubbed under the cabinets. “The rest will have to take care of itself.”
Boy, was I right. Because, as th
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Blog postThe pandemic has changed the fabric of time, don’t you think? Days loiter along, but wasn’t last week a decade ago? So perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised when the weeks leading up to our Italy departure switched from creeping like blackstrap molasses to skipping like a stone across a clattering creek. And still I kept hope at bay. Every time Gabe said, “Can you believe we’ll be in Spello next week?” I’d hold out my hand to forestall him.
“Honey.”
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Blog postNow, you knew it couldn’t be simple, right? I mean, picking up cat food is a “thing” now, so our deciding to go to Spello and use that as our travel base for a year, rather than trying to make a year-around-the-world happen, was obviously not going to be as easy as hitting up American Airlines to rebook our cancelled flig
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Blog postIt’s been a roller coaster, I’m not going to lie. On top of dealing with my bout with COVID19, then Gabe’s bout with COVID19 (so much for kids not being impacted), we’ve labored under the serious problem of having no idea what we’re going to do for a year.
A year.
That is a long time.
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Blog postNicolas Damiani, written at age 14 for my “Il Bel Centro” blog about living in Spello, Italy How did it begin?
Well, my pre-piano-lesson tactic is normally to waste my time until about 30 seconds before I have to go, in which point
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Blog postLook at all those closed borders.
Well, I think it’s safe to say it’s all ruined.
The trip we’d worked for years to imagine, arrange, and plan. The trip where it seemed the biggest hurdle would be whether or not my French citi
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Blog postNo doubt you already know the standard advice for getting through this pandemic with your sanity intact.
Exercise
Get outside
Connect with people
Eat well
Don’t use alcohol as a substitute for self-care
Keep to a routine
Sound familiar?
It’s good advice, for sure. But we’re a few weeks in now, and our collective patience is gro
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Blog postI’ve noticed an uptick in chatter about activities I consider “homesteading” . You know, making sourdough, canning those fruits you panic-bought but didn’t get to, making stock from leftover bones, planting vegetables and herbs.
My theory? In this time of uncertainty, we need gr
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Blog postLook, I’m no fool.
I understand that there are real threats to society here. I’m taking it seriously. Sending light and love to Italy. Extreme social distancing (made, admittedly, easier, given that I have some bug—hopefully not the plague—that is so fatiguing, the very notion of leaving my house is laughable). Praying people I love stay far, far away from contagion. Seeing clients remotely to encourage grounding and positive thinking.
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Blog postIt’s kind of a weird thing. To gaze at a map and think, where will I live for a month of my life? To launch the Airbnb app and select dates and filters and then get a list of 300 or more cottages, abbeys, and apartments to live in (new to Airbnb? check out the links at the bottom of this post for discounts!). It fairly ma
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A ruined castle. A town picking up the pieces. And a mysterious stranger who could change everything.
The fire may be out, but smoke and suspicion still linger in Santa Lucia. Though the townspeople still gather for espresso at the town café and swap recipes at the butcher shop, their iridescent blue sky is clouded by a veil of uncertainty and mistrust. The statue of the Madonna, set in a wall outside the café, watches it all in collected silence.
But when New Yorker Alessandro arrives to claim his inheritance—the derelict castle and the charred olive trees that surround it—it unearths secrets thought long buried. His renovation plans set off a chain reaction of dangerous relationships and forbidden romance while exposing explosive truths—not just for himself, but for all the people who call this village home.
Can the power of the Madonna save Alessandro and the villagers? Or will the truths brought to the surface trap Santa Lucia in an inescapable web of deceit and anger?
An Italian café. A barista with an eye for trouble. And a village determined to create as much as possible.
Chiara has presided over the espresso machine at Bar Birbo for as long as anyone can remember. In Santa Lucia, this is the only place to go for a cappuccino served with a side of gossip.
The town’s residents rely on each other and feel almost like a family, but their secrets are kept well hidden. While romance is in the air for some, the truth behind the love affairs is far more complicated than anyone can imagine.
When everyone has ulterior motives and unspoken desires, it’s only a matter of time before things finally come to a head. And unfortunately for the townspeople, the revelations could prove deadly.
Can the residents of Santa Lucia survive the inferno of their own making? Or will they burn in the flames?
Old secrets. New lies. An Italian village on the brink of catastrophe.
Things are changing in Santa Lucia, and not necessarily for the better. As the town’s residents move through their daily lives, finding love, friendship, and themselves, the past starts to catch up with them…and spill its secrets.
Sins thought long-forgotten return with vengeance, threatening the happiness of those who have fought for it so hard.
When several children go missing, it sets off a series of events that expose hard truths and painful lies.
Can the town survive the truth, or will Santa Lucia crumble under the weight of devastation left in its wake?
Rumors. Romance. And more than a little espresso.
Santa Lucia has seen a lot of changes, and they’ve made life for the villagers harder than they ever imagined. Creating a working vineyard. Parenting a teenage daughter. Romance with the mayor. Being gay in a quintessential Italian village. None of these are easy, and everyone is feeling the pressure as their annual festival nears.
The villagers are back for one last passeggiata through the flower-lined alleys of Santa Lucia. Swapping gossip at the local café has never been so delicious until a storm of secrets threatens the village’s very survival.
With the rain beginning to fall and the wine turning to vinegar in the barrels, can the villagers bring themselves back into the wavering blue light of Santa Lucia?
Fall under the spell of an Italian village through the eyes of an American family.
When Michelle Damiani dreamed of living in Italy, she imagined her family as it was in Virginia—her husband filling every moment with work, her teenage son experimenting with sarcasm, her daughter smiling at the scent of lilacs, her baby-cheeked son methodically clicking Legos together, and herself hovering over the happiness of them all—only surrounded by ancient cobblestone alleys and the sound of ringing Italian.
What she didn’t know was how Italy would work to change them all.
Immerse yourself in authentic village life and live vicariously through hilarious moments, joyful discoveries, dramatic upheavals, embarrassing miscommunications, and mouth-watering meals.
At once uplifting and enchanting, this spellbinding journey feeds the soul as it sweeps readers into the heart of Italy.
Il Bel Centro: A Year in the Beautiful Center includes recipes for delicious Umbrian dishes as well as professional-quality photographs.
"Top 10 Fascinating Books about Living in a Foreign Country" --Huffington Post
Amazon Bestseller in Italian Travel
It’s time to discover the world…together.
Author and clinical psychologist Michelle Damiani weaves together her story of a family year in an Italian village with the captivating experiences of 36 other contributors to create The Road Taken: How to Dream, Plan, and Live Your Family Adventure Abroad, the definitive manual for parents who crave the family-bonding and horizon-broadening of an international expedition.
Whether you want to spend a season catching lizards together in a remote jungle or a year making friends in a French village or an extended stretch circumnavigating the globe, The Road Taken will—
- shatter the myth that only trust fund babies can afford the global adventure of a lifetime by offering practical strategies to make money abroad
- inspire families to think outside the box and discover which experiences would be meaningful for them
- demystify the visa process and guide families to their new home
- share principles grounded in child psychology so parents can help their children with the inevitable transition adjustment like homesickness, culture shock, and anxiety
- describe the adventages and disadvantages of various educational options, including worldschooling, boatschooling, roadschooling as well as the more traditional local schools or international schools, and even hybrids of these
- embolden parents to step bravely into the unknown of possible hardships like language learning and medical issues and travel snafus
- offer comprehensive information on everything from banking to phones to what to do with your mail
More than a how-to book, The Road Taken inspires families to venture out of their comfort zones to create meaningful experiences together, at home and abroad. The well-researched and organized topics encourage families to dream and make that dream happen. It’s also the perfect book for those who love thrilling adventure tales. Even if you are just looking for ideas to spice up the next family vacation, this book is for you.
“Who knew there was a practical guide to making magic?”
“You may want to start packing your bags.”
“I thoroughly enjoyed The Road Taken and recommend it to anyone thinking of moving abroad or just armchair dreaming...”
“This book will open your mind about what is achievable and it will inspire you with how travel can strengthen family bonds and family understanding of the world.”
“Made me wish I’d moved abroad when my kids were younger, but really put some ideas in my head about retirement!
An Italian café. A barista with an eye for trouble. And a village determined to create as much as possible.
Chiara has presided over the espresso machine at Bar Birbo for as long as anyone can remember. In Santa Lucia, this is the only place to go for a cappuccino served with a side of gossip.
The town’s residents rely on each other and feel almost like a family, but their secrets are kept well hidden. While romance is in the air for some, the truth behind the love affairs is far more complicated than anyone can imagine.
When everyone has ulterior motives and unspoken desires, it’s only a matter of time before things finally come to a head. And unfortunately for the townspeople, the revelations could prove deadly.
Can the residents of Santa Lucia survive the inferno of their own making? Or will they burn in the flames?