It’s the theme I have chosen to write one of my last pieces of 2015 in this section of the site dedicated to how to be Italian. It’s a recollection of some of the highlights of the year and you can read the Italian version on www.DDmag.it
Palm Beach on New Year’s Eve and the drive on A1A gave us the warmest sensations of the holiday season, a bit more New England style than South Florida’s to the point that we want to make it a tradition and go back this year.
New York never gets old and Valentine’s weekend in the Big Apple was a unique experience. Although it wasn’t a romantic gateaway in the literal meaning, rekindle long standing friendships and chat for hours like if we had seen each other yesterday, has its own romantic flair. Must say that the invite to the Carolinaa Herrera made the trip exclusive, but my favorite thing was the coldest weekend of the year and the snow. My biggest wish was to get intoxicated with cold just for three days, wear my coldest and wintery gear and I came back feeling exhilarated. Not only, I was able to sit for a second and ponder the perspective, you know like they say that when you eat caviar everyday it becomes boring? Well I find myself numb to the heat and humidity in the winter, I guess that after 20 years …
I have revisited Coconut Grove with more attention, discovered new places and revisited the Barnacle Villa, not a usual touristic destination, but my first ever place where I attended a Full Moon concert by the bay.
I drank a few too many coffees, but it was worth.
I attended the Miami Swim Show for the new trends in swimwear and loungewear for the year to come. A rare opportunity given that trends never really originate from Miami, but when it comes to bikinis and co. we are in the right place.
I officially became the suffragette of Italian style in this part of the world. Decades in Miami matured my style, a italo-american hybrid, too American for the Italians and very Italian to the Americans. I was able to create and structure a system that allows anyone to adopt #theItalianway with a little discipline and a few ‘struts’ to follow.
Boston in the fall, foliage, lobsters, a menacing ocean, the woods, the park with squirrels that are more giovial than the ones in Cinderella made the quick weekend my only occasion to wear my fall 2015 wardrobe. In particular, it was another way of appreciating how important it is switching wardrobes from summer to winter and always be ready with a luggage (at least in my mind).
If I were to be a child again for a sec, you know when you come back from a school field trip and as soon as they pick you up at the bus they ask you: ‘what was your favorite thing?’ I have one of my favorite thing.
I am grateful for the wealth I have received in affection, love, family, friends, business opportunities, art, food and great laughter in my summer trip to Italy. The fact that I can say that I am Italian, the real one, not second or third generation immigrant, and that the great beauty of the country I can call ‘home’ is pride. (I will not cry, it is only that sometimes I wish we Italians could be a little bit more in love with our own Country).
A heartfelt thank you to Isabella and Luisa of www.ddmag.it for being such gracious hostesses and to all of you for reading my blabber, you all keep me company.
I wish you a joyful Christmas, may it warm your hearts of love and happiness and a shining new year.