I was just 15 years old when I first stumbled into La Scala opera house in Milan. Truth be told, I had lost my way from the outstretched corridors of the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II and was in search of directions – no romantic story here at all.
byJenna Lo Bianco
Perth-based mother of three Tania Pietracatella has been enamoured with Italy and the Italian language ever since she first visited the Bel Paese on a family holiday when she was 12 years old.
Buon appetito, buongiorno, grazie, nonna, nonno, Pasqua, Natale… If you are born into an Italian family in Australia, these words become part of your vocabulary. They were so imbedded in mine as a child, I didn’t realise there was an English equivalent.
byNatalie Di Pasquale
Do you ever hear voices in your head? I do. All the time. I hear two. One voice, usually the voice of reason and control, speaks English. The other, the voice that pipes up in moments of extreme emotion and passion, speaks Italian.
byJenna Lo Bianco
As well as achieving the status of a leading Italian academic philosopher, the 72-year old Massimo Cacciari has devoted a great deal of his life to politics, holding a seat in the Italian parliament for seven years when he was still relatively young and the office of Mayor of Venice (his native town), for three terms, the last one ended in 2010.
byI. E. Laudieri Di Biase
In today’s society of modern man I believe that Carnevale is one of those festivities to which only few people give the proper magnitude. Yet the Carnival has deep roots in the history of humanity, and in all its manifestations, throughout the peninsula it is possible to find a common denominator: the propitiation of fertility of the land, through the exorcism of death.
The “presepe” or “presepio” (also known as Christmas Crib or Nativity Scene) had been for a very long time the only Christmas adornment of the Italian families, a humble and genuine way, deeply-rooted in our culture, to celebrate Jesus’s birth before the advent of Santa Claus and the decorated trees.
Immediately after I met my wife the path that led me from celibacy to the conjugate status had been really short. Only a month passed away since we started dating and we were already living together; six weeks had been long enough for me to decide to propose to her (and for her to say the fateful ‘yes’); the following year for the first time in my life I was visiting Australia and my future family.