I Can’t Speak Italian and Other Tragedies
A week in Olympic Milan and a lifetime trying to understand my father's homeland...
I was in Sorrento and it was one of those summer days that feels like what people think the Amalfi coast feels like. Cloudless, a little too warm in a way that feels sexy and not gross. Sparkling Mediterranean, lemon granita, sandals on cobblestones, a pale blue skirt.
