Married to Popeye

 My husband will be home within the next two weeks but until he is on “terra firma” I won’t believe it. Being on a ship is similar to that song Hotel Continue reading →

I’ve seriously got Zip Zen

It probably won’t come as a shock to you when I tell you that I have nicknamed my yoga teacher the “Yoga Nazi”. Every Tuesday, I willingly allow this woman Continue reading →

It’s official! I’m married

Married to this blog for a mere 26 bucks that is. I find it hard to believe that it all started in June, 2009 (thank you Elora for inspiring me Continue reading →

Where’s Waldo? (errrr, Leah)

Have I ever mentioned how much I should have married a Tuscan instead of a Ligurian man? Where the heck am I? Well, as mentioned in San Gimignano…I’m back in Continue reading →

Picking up the pieces

It’s Saturday night and after the week I’ve had I am quite content on staying home. Hotdogs and Vermentino for dinner suits me just fine (I accidentally froze the ricotta Continue reading →

The Cleavage Chronicle

As promised, I am following up on recent post about turning into an “Italian”. I had written, in jest, that all I needed to complete the deal was get down Continue reading →

You talkin’ to me?

Do I have an accent? During the years I worked and lived abroad many people told me they couldn’t figure out where I was from. Many said I barely had Continue reading →

Really? They ALL passed?

Okay, secretly I am thrilled that all my students passed their exam but WTF happened? I seem to recall a night of Prosecco and cookies followed by a blog declaration Continue reading →

What’s in a name? Simply Sweet

You know sometimes I write things and later think to myself why did I say that? Some of my readers would not have actually caught this one because you don’t Continue reading →

Potty breaks aren’t my thing…can I get a raise please?

When I first started teaching I was very reluctant to take on kids courses. In fact, I took on a small tot in a private lesson once and the sweet Continue reading →