Author: Casey Arn

"This is New York," I think to myself as we emerge from the Milanese train station and spot the tall buildings and the giant apple sculpture. "This is totally New York," I muse again later as I confidently cross streets while we navigate....

I fell asleep in the Tuscan hills on winding roads and awoke to Pittsburgh at night. But this is not Pittsburgh, in fact. I'm just still sleep addled. This is Bologna. A flashy neon sign proclaims out my window: "Fuddrucker's, A Real American...

I stand, flabbergasted, as the tour guide explains that the surface we are looking at is basically the counter of an ancient fast food joint.   We are in Pompeii, a destination I have read about and dreamed about setting foot in since I was...

I spent the majority of my time behind David. The front is impressive in many ways and absolutely brilliant and life-changing, a remarkable work of sculpture and anatomy. From the back, however, we get a new perspective. It doesn't have the same “wow”...

It has been a lifelong dream of mine to explore the catacombs of the world. Today, I took my first steps down into the earth and with them, down the path of that dream. Some fellow thrill-seekers and myself set our sights on...