Eat. Go. Read. In my mind, every time I hear those words, a magical translation appears. Mangiare. Andare. Leggere. These are the Italian equivalents. To eat. To go. To read. I adore Italy and Italian. I also adore the way that those words roll across my tongue. They make me feel like licking the last bit of limone sorbetto off of a spoon; trekking across a mountain pass in Toscana in search of funghi; and scouring endless tomes for the perfect recipe for pane di toscana. I live for those moments. They calm my mind and make my soul sing. They also make the endless pulse of work dim into the background. In essence, eating, going, and reading keep me sane.
After informally passing on tips and ideas to friends for years, I finally decided to create a more formal space to share my finds and my passions. Although moments transpire that allow me to eat and read while going, I plan to record those items separately here in no specific order. So settle in and join me as I keep exploring the world for more things to eat, more places to go, and more lovely words to read.
After informally passing on tips and ideas to friends for years, I finally decided to create a more formal space to share my finds and my passions. Although moments transpire that allow me to eat and read while going, I plan to record those items separately here in no specific order. So settle in and join me as I keep exploring the world for more things to eat, more places to go, and more lovely words to read.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Drop me a line or two.