Category: An American In Italy During Coronavirus

Sheltered in Place: Play

During quarantine, there’s a prevailing thought that we are “stuck” at home. Even Ellen DeGeneres, currently living in yet another of her fabulous homes, surrounded by gardens and mountains, compared being at home to “being in jail.” Not a fair comparison by any means… Continue Reading “Sheltered in Place: Play”

Resting

My plane leaves from Athens today. 3:00pm. Athens to Vancouver. Vancouver to Chicago. Chicago to Tulsa. I’ve received so many emails and flight updates that I am thoroughly confused. Best as I can tell, my flight to Tulsa now leaves before I even reach… Continue Reading “Resting”

Buona Pasqua

Listening to Handel’s Messiah while in Sicily during the Covid19 pandemic

Sacrifice. Addiction. Resurrection.

Quarantine measures have been extended in Italy. In L.A. In many parts of the world. And for this, I am glad. We’re not ready for life to “return to normal.” We’re still in denial. Still making excuses. Still raging. We haven’t hit rock bottom… Continue Reading “Sacrifice. Addiction. Resurrection.”

Video Update from Italy: March 31, 2020

How I’m doing in quarantine in Sicily during Covid19, and a few tips for what you can do too.

Coronavirus in Italy, Part 3: Police, Shopping, and the Italian Response

I was stopped by the police a few days ago. Well, not stopped. Checked. As I was waiting to enter a grocery store. It was early, only twenty minutes since the store had opened, and already there was a small crowd of shoppers clinging… Continue Reading “Coronavirus in Italy, Part 3: Police, Shopping, and the Italian Response”

Yesterday in Balestrate

In my (unsuccessful) search for oatmeal yesterday, I walked to the other side of town. Maybe a mile away. Not exactly a hike but, remember, we’re instructed to stay as close to home as possible. Just like in Rome, it’s wonderful to take in… Continue Reading “Yesterday in Balestrate”

Some things are the same

I’ve had a headache for 2 days. Maybe three. Time is a bit of a blur, marked only by the light outside. I can’t tell if it’s tension or sinus. Probably both. Ibuprofen doesn’t touch it. Yoga feels great but doesn’t bring relief. Nor… Continue Reading “Some things are the same”

More than Statistics

I don’t know how to write this post. I’ve been sad all weekend. My heart is heavy. It’s a bit surreal to be in Italy when the numbers of infection are rising in the States. The numbers have now surpassed Italy. Significantly. Exponentially. Over… Continue Reading “More than Statistics”

Now That We’re All Home and Cooking

Two recipes I learned years ago from my (then) Italian mother-in-law are a staples of my diet during Covid19 quarantine in Sicily.

Blustery Winds, Wet Floors, and a Very Fine Breakfast

My landlord told me high winds were coming. He told me to close and latch the shutters. I didn’t. Not until it was too late. This morning, out of eggs and running very low on cheese and produce, I made a quick run to… Continue Reading “Blustery Winds, Wet Floors, and a Very Fine Breakfast”

On a Lighter Note…

I Found Kleenex! Now, just to be clear, because I wasn’t before, you can find facial tissue in Italy. In small packs. The kind you stuff in your pocket or purse so you don’t look like Grandma with a wad curled up in her… Continue Reading “On a Lighter Note…”

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