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“Stop saying thank you.” “Why?” “Because I can see it in your face.” *** Our first taste of Croatia was a good one. We discussed life over French toast and fresh-caught fish… (Not at the same meal.) Ate figs straight from the tree in the front yard… Laughed ourselves silly over shots of homemade rakia… Finally …
A look at where we spent our nights while in Croatia. *** Home is…two nights in Trogir with a wonderful Warm Showers host. {Night one in our tent in the front yard.} {When it started raining, he insisted we spend our second night in the upstairs apartment his family owned. This view was from the bed!} *** Home is…two nights …
From Ancona, Italy, we hopped an overnight ferry across the Adriatic Sea. You have three options when purchasing your ferry ticket: you can purchase a ticket that guarantees you a cabin, you can purchase a ticket that guarantees you a seat, or you can purchase a ticket that just gets you on the boat. You’re probably …
1. Food grows everywhere… from front lawn tomatoes and side-of-the-road blackberries… …to farm-fresh cantaloupe and olive tree-lined streets. 2. There’s no evidence of human tampering in whole fruits and vegetables. {Hey, fellow Americans! Remember when watermelon had seeds?} 3. We perfected the art of eating inexpensively in Italy, through… homemade meals… …and lots of picnics! {Table for two, please!} 4. …
A look at where we rested our heads at night–from Montecchio to Ancona. *** Home is…next to this tree down a dirt road that leads to a quarry in Montecchio. *** Home is…waking up in a foggy farm field near Nepi. *** Home is…cashing in Marriott points for a night of luxury and laundry in Rome. …
Last year I typed “Abruzzo” into Google for the first time after calling my grandmom to get her recipe for scrippelle soup. In 0.24 seconds, I was overwhelmed with 16 million results for the region my father’s family hailed from. Still, in my mind, Abruzzo existed in the same way the North Pole and the moon exists. You …
When Justin and I moved into our own house four and a half years ago, I turned a small patch of land next to the kitchen into my very first vegetable garden. I made starter pots out of newspaper, filled them with special soil, pressed tiny seeds into the dirt, watered regularly, held my breath and then tearfully …