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Doughs to Rome

LinkI've lately been experiencing a resurgence in my Italophiliacity. It's in my blood, it's in my bones. The allure of the culture, the sounds, the smells, ebbs and flows. Right now it's flowing.Fever dreams of

By |2017-09-14T08:44:05+00:00March 30 2009|

Pizza Sucks

So it happened just the other day and it was ineveitable, really. I got, all of a sudden, really sick of pizza. Not throw-up-sick but fed-up-tired-of-pizza-sick. It was just before my evening tour the other

By |2017-09-14T08:44:32+00:00August 20 2005|

How do you say…

So yesterday I had my biggest Italian setback so far.I had just finished giving a free morning tour of St. Peter's basilica and was taking the 9 people who had decided to do the Vatican

By |2005-06-22T14:53:00+00:00June 22 2005|