O ur time at the dinner table was over. Giorgio motioned to me and his wife that he was moving to the drawing room. His wife said she would ...

Una favola continuava I t was 7:00 PM and Giorgio’s residence was about 15 minutes away from the pensione I was staying in. But I wasn’...

una favola... M y first trip to Italy was in 1971. I was a student on summer break and spent days in Rome, wandering the streets at all hour...

  I n memory of Luigi Pira and Dino Illuminati I was in the room next to my wine closet when I thought I heard the murmur of low voices. Th...

Feb. 29, 2040 Dear Salem Morgon, Thank you for your inquiry regarding the position we posted. We are currently screening the next level ...

I t was a long shot, for sure. We had casually talked about meeting in Rome and taking the train to Tuscany. It was over a couple of bottles...

[Editor's note: this letter was unsigned inside an envelope on the desk of the empty home. It could be the letter was written by the own...

Meanderings from the streets of Palermo I’ m back in my family nerve center, if only for a few hours. It is winter, the moon solitary ab...

“Italian investment of time and resources in importing wine to China will ultimately turn out to be a big mistake. The Chinese will eventua...

Reporting from Black Rock City, August 31, 2036... T his is Leia Rippley; I am now 85. And as they say, 85 is the new 30, thanks to nan...

Pt. VII All we knew was that they were grown above in the vineyards in their native state. And they were made in a natural way. Not in the...

Pt. VI "This was my revolution. Italian wine, in 1957, was not so delicious. It had alcohol, lots of dried earth flavor, but it was l...

Pt. V Who could we get here to help us, help this amazing woman who was unknown, outside of Tuscany and Florence, but, in my mind, was one...

Pt. IV “Diana pulled out a small bottle, a dessert wine. It was amber and smelled of cloves and honey and celery. Odd creature, but quite ...

Pt. III “So, my journey took me to the field and through the vines right in front of the grapes. And there they were, everyone a story, al...

Pt. II “What this person is asking, is what are we doing here? Have we come to help?” my friend translated. We were tired, we were thirst...

Pt. I...in loving memory of Al Pasquino I was living in Florence for a brief time. And at the macrobiotic mensa a friend had made mentio...

U ncle Emilio’s wife, Serafina, sent Anne Marie a note. “Uncle Emilio isn’t doing so well. After his last fall in the vineyard, he just ha...

A nne Marie was from a new generation of global citizens. Born in America in the late 1980’s, from parents who immigrated from Europe, her...