The first time I tried ordering lunch in Italy last summer, my rudimentary Italian failed me. I had no clue what to say. I pointed to dishes of food behind the glass case and the woman serving me zoomed in on my finger and tried to match it to a dish. “Si?’ she asked, pointing…
I submitted my second manuscript to my agent, bought a house, and spent one month in Italy with my family. It was easy adjusting to the pace of life there, maneuvering the language is a story for another time. While I captured a few photos, there were moments that could not fit into the frame…