by Danielle Oteri
July 1, 2011
“From my window, I issued an apology like a rooster, yelling “Mi dispiace, putane!” through the stone streets of the medieval city with all the class and grace of an underage American student studying abroad.”
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by Danielle Oteri
October 9, 2009
“I grew up loving anchovies, never realizing that they were the same instrument of horror that Charles would never allow on his pizza while he was in charge. In my house, we ordered pizza with alici, or aleech, to be true to our Neaopolitan accent.”
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