I had lunch this weekend with Leo, Vincenzo and Hasan, a Pakistani student here in Rome whose parents are friends with Leo from his Pakistan years. We took the poor kid to Frascati, home of pork and wine; being Muslim, I’d say he was less than thrilled, but Leo and Vincenzo prepared a delightful meal we were all able to enjoy.
We ate at the Osteria dell’Olmo, Frascati’s oldest cantina. You bring your own food; they supply the wine made on the premises. A delightful idea if I ever heard one.
What does a lovely day in the hills outside Rome have to do with the devastating earthquake last night in L’Aquila? It was a phone call Leo received that day, from a distressed client.
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So, when I’m in the States my mom and I watch House Hunters and House Hunters International.
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Iquitos: the largest and most popular jungle destination in Peru
Madrid's Festival of San Isidro has morphed from a religious procession to a full scale arts festival