In Love With Emilia: An Italian Odyssey
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A delightful story tempting its readers to visit Italy, journeying through hillside villages, wild-flower meadows, revealing a culture and a way of life in a beautiful place time has forgotten.
New York they heard the terrible news of the sinking of the “Andrea Doria”, the ship on which they were originally booked. As the great unwashed emerged from the bowels of the boat papers were issued, luckier people were received by anxious relatives, others went on their own lonely ways to boarding homes, struggling with little or no command of this new language. Life was very different for the immigrants. Most were able to adapt to the new, frantic way of life but some could not shake the
walkers lick at the inevitable gelati, the best ice cream in the world. Beneath an archway on my way to the via Nazionale, I encounter one of my favorite people from our village. Paolino, dressed to kill, his red bandana tied saucily round his neck, sparkling white shirt open just enough to reveal a thick gold chain and crucifix nestling on a hairy chest. Hands casually resting in pockets of beautiful brown pants, which flow down to soft, Italian leather shoes. His handsome brown face breaks
regardless of the weather. I felt honored when she confirmed my membership in her “funny sock” society by presenting me with a pair of these long, colorful wooly wonders to keep my legs warm during the Canadian winters. Pierina is a unique being in this little nucleus of Italian mountain folk. She was a nonconformist from childhood, and considered an oddball by her peers. She had no desire to have a boy friend, much less get married. She is considered to be quite mad by her family and others who
The intrepid man in my life, whom I have to admit is responsible for most of our interesting encounters and discoveries, did not hesitate to step inside and start inquiring about their work. In doing so, we were to discover that the younger woman working on the restoration of a particularly beautiful old canvas, had degrees in Archaeology, Sociology, Anthropology, and Fine Arts. She had more knowledge of ancient history and languages than I thought possible for a mind of one so young. The
opposed to jumping in with his next thought like a lot of old folks do. Between his house and the next, Marietta’s, is a steep footpath down to the gardens and fields beyond or on along the eastside of Meri’s house, which ends the chain of houses. This day, however, we took the back lane coming out into the gravel and paved farmyard round to the front of Meri’s big house. Painted a lovely buttery-melony yellow with green shutters, the house shone like a ray of sun from among the ugly, gray