Having a Spritz in Bar Fauno in Piazza Tasso in Sorrento.
Since starting the blog, I've had the privilege to get to know many fellow "italophiles" from around the world. It's such a unique experience to be able to share our mutual love (and sometimes hate) for all things Italy and Italian and I've longed to bridge the gap and share readers stories with, well, other readers. I am titling this "Readers Share the #Italy Love", so feel free to search that for similar pieces in the future. The inaugural post goes to Grace, here is a snippet from one of her e-mails to me:
I rent a small studio apartment on Piazza San Antonino whenever I'm in Sorrento. I've become part of the neighborhood. There's a small restaurant right next door and I have gotten to know the owner, Dino, and he, me! I walk in and just say "Ho fame!" He knows "my pizza" because he knows I can't eat certain cheeses. He knows I like very little sauce on my pasta. He knows That I want salad and bread. We are friends. We chat in a mixture of Italian and English while I wait for my food. We both enjoy the moment. It's a neighborhood...the coffee bar, fruit store, grocery, etc...I love being a part of "the flow of life". I know so well that almost giddy feeling that you described about meeting people in the piazza for drinks...I get the same feeling...I'm in Italy and I'm part of the fabric of life in Sorrento! I love waking up every morning and making my espresso and deciding what I want to do...should I hop on the fast ferry and have lunch on Capri. Should I get on the bus and visit Ravello for the day? Decisions and choices...I am so lucky! - Grace
I rent a small studio apartment on Piazza San Antonino whenever I'm in Sorrento. I've become part of the neighborhood. There's a small restaurant right next door and I have gotten to know the owner, Dino, and he, me! I walk in and just say "Ho fame!" He knows "my pizza" because he knows I can't eat certain cheeses. He knows I like very little sauce on my pasta. He knows That I want salad and bread. We are friends. We chat in a mixture of Italian and English while I wait for my food. We both enjoy the moment. It's a neighborhood...the coffee bar, fruit store, grocery, etc...I love being a part of "the flow of life". I know so well that almost giddy feeling that you described about meeting people in the piazza for drinks...I get the same feeling...I'm in Italy and I'm part of the fabric of life in Sorrento! I love waking up every morning and making my espresso and deciding what I want to do...should I hop on the fast ferry and have lunch on Capri. Should I get on the bus and visit Ravello for the day? Decisions and choices...I am so lucky! - Grace
Tuna and bean salad at the Foreigners Club in Sorrento.
If you're a reader or you've randomly stumbled here or you're just an all-around ITALOPHILE like us, send me an e-mail, tell me your story and I'd love to feature it here. It can even be a wee anecdote like Grace's, an experience you had in Italy in just a few sentences.
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