Neither / Both
Sรผdtirol / Trentino-Alto Adige: a place that feels strangely familiar and foreign at once.
Itโs the only place I know where German and Italian live side by side without needing to blend. They donโt just translate each other, they co-exist.
Like two truths in one sentence.
Like dishes that donโt belong to one country, but to a shared history of borders, climate, and negotiation.
Today I had pasta with wild garlic, king oyster mushrooms, and too much butter.
It tasted like something that grew up between languages โ dense, quiet, deeply comforting.
Maybe thatโs why I keep coming back here.
Not for clarity, but for the soft edges. For the way contradiction can feel like home.
