“In Italy, the shortest distance between two points is the arabesque.”



Living in Rome is all about the arabesque – the silky moments along the way that make life majestic, like watching Eddie play soccer on a field below an ancient Roman wall, or driving home from George’s karate class along a breathtaking skyline of domes.  Lunch in the kids’ school cafeteria sits like a rainbow of color on a plate:  grilled salmon, ciccoria and roasted vegetables. And like a diva worthy of La Scala, Lala fills the house with her unforgettable alto.  She sings when she is happy and she sings a lot in Rome.

There’s a preponderance of little luxuries here.  It’s often sunny, the food is divine, the views are sublime, and healthcare is free.  Safe children, clean air, sparkling water. People linger at the bar over coffee or at a favorite sidewalk café sipping Campari.  Ciao cara! They rouse fervor for soccer, going on strike, and love. Mamma mia!

One day Italians will know labour reform, fair tax laws and government efficiency.  But then they might live to work instead of work to live.  Meanwhile, living well seems like labour enough.

I saw a man the other day using the speakerphone on his “cellulare” because he couldn’t hold the phone to his ear and talk with his hands at the same time.  It tickled me to see him yelling at the phone while it danced in front of him in tandem with his gestures.

It was an Italian arabesque.

Happy Thanksgiving!


I’ve written about the light in autumn before.  It never gets dull here:


And more to keep you posted on our days:

5 thoughts on ““In Italy, the shortest distance between two points is the arabesque.””

  1. Hi Theo, This is beautifully written. I hope that you are saving all your “Sixty Seconds….” narratives. There’s a book there! Kiss the kids for us (and, as always, the big kid too!) Much love, Barbara and Vlad

    Sent from my iPad


  2. I like your arabesque metaphor! And as for that turkey, well, it must have been a bit of a squeeze to get it in the oven!

    Great pics, and I approve of the school lunch …

    Love, hugs,


    1. Not my quote – not sure where it comes from… is why I put it in quotation marks.

      Yes, the bird only went in only with the aid of my heft! And she was yummy!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s