It’s that time of year again, it’s time to bring out my army of noodle angels. Time to celebrate the little things, especially when the smallest idea can loom so large in the heart and the mind….

Let’s take our time and go back to a different state of mind, visit an old fashioned sensibility, with its fin de siècle allure…

Hello and buongiorno, it’s time to explore another one of Piemonte’s secrets; and this one is extra special because it was the one that introduced me to the Piemonte region in the first place. 

 It’s called Limone, a town often referred to as The Queen of the Maritime Alps.  There are two Limone’s, one near Lake Garda and this one, located on the border to France. 

Storytelling has become massively popular. The personal memoir has become a massively populare genre – businessese must have a story to tell, even my pool can tell a story.

Showing the cycles of seasonal life, the pool has its own arc; a lovely morning opens the day, full of bright Italian sun, then a dramatic evening finishes it off. Autumn rolls in along with the moody fog that helps make Piemontese wine so fine, then its time to cover it up as outdoor pursuits shut down and winter dictates its time to start an indoor lifestyle all over again.

But why has storytelling become so compelling on platforms like say, Instagram? Perhaps it’s because there doesn’t appear one truth anymore -instead, there are so many; everyone seems to have their own film playing out in their head.

I remember when we used to think one mainstream culture ruled us all and yet what are we but an ever expanding group of sub groups. Exapnding in the mind, through our machines, it’s all a trip and an odyssey for many, including me.

Let’s take a drive from Lake Garda to Lignano Sabbiadoro, located next to Venice.

it’s time for the beach, and the sweet smell of pine and colorful umbrellas that go on forever…

What wtih Venice flooding and Florence suffering under the weight of tourism – let’s visit some of Italy’s best kept secrets.

Here’s Lake Garda, located between Breschia and Verona, between Venice and Milan…

Hello and buongiorno, are you ready for your Daily Bailey Alexander? I hope so, there’s so little time and so many stories to share, like the time I stood in line for 12 hours to see John Paul II lying in State. I wasn’t even religious, but this was one of the most popular and beloved Popes, history’s most well traveled and first non-Italian to hold the title of Bishop since the 16^th century.  

The year was 2005 and I’d been living in Rome for a couple of years, in Trastevere, just minutes from the epicenter…