For me, coffee is not just a drink. It is a smell, a taste, that takes me back instantly — to home, to my childhood, to my grandparents’ house where I spent so many of the moments that shaped me. I have been living abroad for a year and a half now, in an apartment…
There are cities where football is a sport. Naples is not one of them. In Naples, football is a fever. A faith. A language spoken by everyone — from the old men lingering over espresso at the bar to the children who learn “Forza Napoli!” before they can write their own name. If you want…
If you have read my post about the Sunday lunch ritual in Southern Italy, you already know that in my grandmother’s house, Sunday began at half past seven — with espresso on one burner and ragù on the other. This is that ragù. It is called ragù con le braciolette — a slow-cooked tomato sauce…
In Southern Italy, Sunday lunch is not just a meal. It is a ritual that fills the entire day and brings the whole family together around one table. A tradition that smells of ragù from early in the morning, sounds like laughter and chatter, and tastes like home. For many years, I practically lived with…
CIAO! My name is Sabrina. I grew up in Southern Italy, in the warmth of Naples — a city that gets under your skin, fills your senses, and never really lets you go. A year ago, I packed my bags and moved abroad to work as an Italian language teacher. It was not the plan…
