Making Pasta in Italy

Pasta with Lemon Sauce

Fettuccine with Nigella Lawson’s Lemon Sauce

I’m Italy bound for culinary school once more.  This time, it’s pasta in the North.  Distressingly, I find myself lacking any anticipation for my adventure.  School is paid for and my flights are booked, but I’m facing difficulties arranging the second week of my visit.  Jeanette Winterson’s  “The Passion” has me unexpectedly longing for Venice again.  “Everyone should see it – once,” was my decree for 30 years.  Now, I’m aching to return – but not amid summer’s high season.  I see narrow streets clogged with overweight Americans, sunburnt pink, wearing fanny packs and grumbling about the lack of ice.  I’ll wait for the misty February Venice, shrouding the enigmatic and the strange.

No other Northern city has captured my heart.  Milan – yuck.  Trending on my list are Parma and Bergamo, both lacking in popular allure.  There still remain Italian destinations I wish to visit – the cinque terre, for example, but not this trip, not alone.

Pack Light

This Summer, I lost my luggage somewhere between Calabria and Bologna on the worlds most unfriendly airline – Alitalia.  Really, I “voluntarily surrendered” it.  The luggage was more than 30 minutes late coming off the plain and  I had a choice between grabbing my luggage from the previous flight or making my connection. I chose the latter.  Where most women would be horrified by the prospect of having no luggage for an entire week, I decided to ‘go with the flow’ and not let the missing luggage ruin a trip I have been planning for months.  I found the local H&M, bought a few 10 Euro dresses, a t-shirt for sleeping and a few pairs of undies.  That was my uniform for the week.  I didn’t feel deprived.  I’m comfortable doing without.  Last week, I was traveling in the States and managed to pack one of those H&M dresses– along with 14 other outfits and 6 pairs of shoes. Why?  I didn’t wear most of it.  I prefer my Italian simplicity.