It already felt like I was saying goodbye to Italy as we went from Bologna to Milan with our departure weighing on my shoulders. I was worn out, but ready to see Milan. It threw me how industrial and modern it looked compared...
Our goal was to find a place for lunch, but we found so much more. Walking down the alleyway, Mindy and I spotted a cellist performing on the corner by a little indoor marketplace. Knowing Mary, we figured she'd love to eat near...
I woke up with a start with the sun hitting my face through the bus window, realizing I fell asleep and I'm now high in the Tuscan hills in the small medieval town of Poppi. It's bright and beautiful, and after days of...
It's a funny sort of feeling when you walk somewhere and you just know that you were always supposed to find this place in one way or another. It's as if it's speaking to you, whispering promises of its potential. I heard it...
It was the best feeling when the little plane glided across the screen in front of me, signaling that my flight has twenty more minutes and that the the terrain beneath me was Italian. I landed in Rome on a Thursday morning, and...