Busy Busy Busy! Posted by Serena on Nov 6, 2014
Written by Serena with photos by Geoff Today’s post is written from the point of view of our two month old kitten Amber, and I’ve kept the language fairly simple (well she is only two months old!). Words and expressions highlighted in purple are explained in the Grammar and Vocabulary section at the end. Una…
I ♥ Didascalie! Posted by Geoff on Nov 5, 2014
I’ve always enjoyed reading, but lately I’ve become lazy. I used to read for an hour or two every evening before going to bed, but these days I struggle to keep my eyelids apart for the duration of a single page. Ever had the experience of reading an entire paragraph and then realising that you…
The Fourth of November Posted by Serena on Nov 4, 2014
Quattro Novembre segna fine della Prima Guerra Mondiale in Italia (The Fourth of November marks the anniversary of the end of the First World War in Italy). When I was a child today used to be a national holiday and patriotic celebration of the greatness of our armed forces. All the barracks were open to…
Prendere: To Take? Posted by Serena on Oct 30, 2014
We all know that prendere means to take, as in prendiamo l’autobus o andiamo a piedi? (shall we take the bus or walk?), or prendi questa borsa (take this bag). However prendere is one of those verbs that can be used in many different situations. Let’s look at some of its most common uses: 1…
La Furia del Magra Posted by Geoff on Oct 29, 2014
Introduction and photos by Geoff, Italian Captions by Serena In my last post My Name is Magra I wrote: But when we rage and thunder after the rains they curse us Ma quando infuriamo e tuoniamo dopo le piogge ci maledicono … and not without good cause. We live close to the source of the…
My Name is Magra Posted by Geoff on Oct 27, 2014
Story and photos by Geoff, Italian translation by Serena My name is Magra I am a river This is my journey In the beginning I am small a mountain spring from the Appennino I follow a fold in the southern slopes I become a waterfall I flow into a bowl of rock a cleft carries…
Il Vento Posted by Geoff on Oct 23, 2014
I’m searching for inspiration. I comb through the online journals. I toy with various old blog projects that never came to fruition … nothing … my mind’s a blank. I take a break, close my eyes, what do I hear? The wind. The rattling of dried leaves scurrying down the street. The air is fresh…