Australians In Ischia

Our cousins from Australia gather with us at the home of Gigino and Flavia in Ischia, Italy. © Photo by Antonio Gerenini
Our cousins from Australia gather with us at the home of Gigino and Flavia in Ischia, Italy. © Photo by Antonio Gerenini

It has been a whirlwind week for Antonio and me. First, my American cousin Damiano was in Ischia with his friends for the weekend — and had quite an adventure after accidentally arriving on the wrong island with no more boats headed for Ischia until morning. Then, my cousins from Australia met up with us for dinner at the home of my cousins from Ischia, Gigino and Flavia. (See the photo album “Australians In Ischia” for more pictures.) If you’re still reading this, you’ve realized that I have lots of cousins from all over the world. Yesterday, Antonio and I took the day off — consider it a vacation from everyone else’s vacation. Seriously, however, it’s been so much fun having all these relatives around that I’m not sure how I’ll go on without them now that the summer is winding down and everyone is returning home. Ischia is just not the same without family. Thank goodness I have enough cousins on the island to keep me busy!

Italian Women

Francesca Di Meglio
Francesca Di Meglio

I’m an American woman, but as the wife of an Italian (and daughter of Italians before that), I know a thing or two about how women are treated in Italian culture. Although Italy has made progress, it is still far behind the United States when it comes to how its people treat women. Yes, women vote. And they even keep their last names when they marry in Italy. But they also take on a large part of the responsibility at home, regardless of whether they work outside the house. In the end, the Italian women I know have jobs (some even have careers), keep house, cook, tend to children, and their husbands just work.

Worst of all, there’s a “boys will be boys” attitude that have everyone accepting the behavior of Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, who allegedly had sex with minors and paid for sex with prostitutes. But a few women are making an effort and calling for change. What do you think should happen to Berlusconi in light of this scandal? Leave a comment below to let us know.

Our First Meal and Nonno Giovanni’s Figs

Figs from the tree Nonno Giovanni planted many moons ago at my father's birthplace in Buonopane, Ischia. © Photo by Francesca Di Meglio
Figs from the tree Nonno Giovanni planted many moons ago at my father's birthplace in Buonopane, Ischia. © Photo by Francesca Di Meglio

These figs were a delightful and unexpected addition to the first meal Antonio and I served to his family in our completed kitchen in Ischia. (You can join us for the typical Italian lunch at the “Our First Meal and Figs” photo album.) My cousins from Testaccio, Ischia brought them to me to share with my in-laws. What’s so special about these figs? Well, my Nonno Giovanni, who passed away in 1992, planted the tree on which these figs grew at the home in Buonopane, Ischia, where my father grew up.

My in-laws couldn’t get enough of them. We enhanced their flavor at lunch by serving them with prosciutto. And we finished them in less than a day. And everyone wants to know when Nonno Giovanni will be sending more from Heaven. It was great to have him with me for a bit here in Ischia.