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La tana in Italian translates to den, lair, safe haven. This newsletter is my own safe space to write about sustainable food, wine, beer & travel.
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Learning how to run in Rome (opens the original)
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I know I start these weekly essays with a intro regarding Last Sunday, but this past Sunday yielded no events to report. I cleaned house, reset for the week, finished reading my new book (in less than 48 hours) and wrote last week’s newsletter, along with a few other stories I have been working on.I did however go on a run. Something that to some might seem like tortuous rather than inspirational.Nevertheless, learning how to run in Rome had exactly that affect on me. Enough to prompt Last Sunda
Natural wine begs for creatives (opens the original)
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Last Sunday I took what I fear to be my last dip in the pool. The final waves of heat came through Lazio, and everywhere else as it seems, and the grapes absorbed the final rays of sunshine before it was their time to shine.The next day was picking day. But before picking day, I needed to pick my friends up from the train station. They gracefully volunteered to help turn Sangiovese grapes into future bottles of Rosso.Since arriving at the winery and starting harvest, I’ve had a lot of messages i
Thank you for your rejection email (opens the original)
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Last year, I spent 3 days harvesting grapes at one of my favorite wineries in all of Italy, but I would not go as far to say I made wine. While the wine harvest is colorful - from the various hues of purple and green grape juice to the oranges and blues of the sunrises and sets - what the foot-stomping & grappoli picking videos fail to show, is all of the work that comes after. I am talking months, if not years after. Wine is not made
Last Sunday #7 (opens the original)
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Despite what others believe, life lived in Italy is not always a dream. In fact, it feels much like life anywhere else. Breakfast, work, keep the house clean, keep yourself fed, shower, repeat. Of course the fact that those basic life tasks are happening while in Italy makes them seem more glamorous than they are.This week is a bit wonky because due to three-pick and press days in succession and poor planning on my end, I posted Last Sunday #6 on Wednesday, therefore my week in my narrative mind
Last Sunday #6 (opens the original)
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Writing this at a beach shack. I picked a corner spot so I won’t see anyone judging eyes on me and my laptop out at 6pm on a Sunday evening. Everyone is soaking up one final lake day before the rientro (back to school and work after summer holidays). Little do these Italians know, this is my way of relaxing. The computer is purely a machine that makes relaxing more efficient.Once again, I am not at a loss of what to write about. It’s that there is just too much. This week was a rollercoaster of
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