Un Amico Italiano: Eat, Pray, Love in Rome
Luca Spaghetti
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0143119575
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"Luca Spaghetti is not only one of my favorite people in the world, but also a natural-born storyteller. . . . This [is a] marvelous book." -Elizabeth Gilbert
When Luca Spaghetti (yes, that's really his name) was asked to show a writer named Elizabeth Gilbert around Rome, he had no idea how his life was about to change. She embraced his Roman ebullience, and Luca in turn became her guardian angel, determined that his city would help Liz out of her funk.
Filled with colorful anecdotes about food, language, soccer, daily life in Rome, and Luca's own fish-out-of-water moments as a visitor to the United States-and culminating with the episodes in Liz's bestselling memoir, told from Luca's side of the table-Un Amico Italiano is a book that no fan of Eat, Pray, Love will want to miss.
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Team. The team’s colors—white and sky blue—were selected in honor of Greece, homeland of the Olympic Games. As for the club’s badge and symbol, the founders weren’t timid: an eagle with its wings spread, a proud emblem of the legions of ancient Rome. How could a child resist the allure of such a story? And it all would have remained very poetic and sentimental, had an irreparable disaster not occurred twenty-seven years later. Four smaller city clubs merged to create a new team: A.S. Roma. Roma.
Do you feel like singing something a little more challenging? It’s a song made up of just two words. It’s called ‘Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da’!” And the infectiously cheerful notes of “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” issued from the two mysterious cubes that my uncles called “speakers,” along with the beloved voice of my friend Paul McCartney. They had persuaded me that he was my “Uncle Paul,” just an uncle a couple of times removed. My uncles Giorgio and Fabrizio continually handled those records that I saw as.
Surprised and slightly stunned Luca “James Bond” Spaghetti, or I’d say I saw her running light-footed down the beach, like Bo Derek in 10. What I never told my friends was that, in reality, of course, we had first met at dinner, over a steaming plate of pasta. Or, most important of all, that I had fallen head over heels in love with her. Part Two A ROMAN IN THE STATES 8 Up on the Roof Among my many boyhood dreams the absolute top ambition was . . . to go to America. I had always.
So lucky as to realize it and perceive that quality of a moment when it’s happening. I had that rare piece of good fortune. That was one of the finest evenings of my life, and I knew it was happening the whole time. I savored that profound happiness, organically, every second of the evening. I was fully aware that a pinch of optimism and self-awareness can turn a turkey breast into a miraculous evening. After dinner—just like after every dinner at the villa in Velletri—we got out our guitars.
Simplicity that for the first time I felt free to admit this to myself. In that sense, I loved her. I’ve always believed that friendships that begin in childhood have a special kind of deep-rooted quality, and that they are rarely equaled by friendships that begin when you’re an adult, however important and significant those may be. But something unique had happened with Liz: she really had made her way into my heart. In just a few months, I had the impression that she’d always been part of my.