Author: Jenn

Our short, sweet trip to Poppi had some of the most meaningful moments for me on this journey.  The mountain air was crisp and a fine mist hung heavy even when it wasn’t raining.  No tourists walked the quiet streets.  We all felt...

Firenze, what can I say?  Heartbroken and homesick for you, my tears flow like your sweetest wines and words of inspiration on Dante’s rock.  The things your streets have taught me are things I will never forget or be able to explain to...

Written Tuesday May 21, 2019 at 4 p.m:   I loved the essay “Lightness” by Italian Calvino.  I could write for days about it and never say enough—but was given a firsthand lesson in Firenze.   The weight, the inertia, and the opacity of my experiences in...

  (Written at 3 a.m. Sunday May 19, at the Hotel Meininger. Timestamps mean nothing in a place where what happens happens and if you don’t have WiFi you don’t!)   I came here with a sense of dĂ©jĂ  vu I can’t shake, rode into Rome...