Palm Sunday in Amalfi
Well, we didn’t ride in on a donkey and they didn’t greet us with palm fronds, though there were plentyContinue Reading
Well, we didn’t ride in on a donkey and they didn’t greet us with palm fronds, though there were plentyContinue Reading
After several weeks of intense Italian cities: the narrow carrugi of Genoa, the energy of Rome and the insanity ofContinue Reading
After a long day of transfer from Ischia, we landed in Capri just before the sun sank into the seaContinue Reading
After a bumpy, windy and rainy ferry ride across from Napoli, we arrived on the Isola of Ischia for aContinue Reading
When you arrive at the Napoli Centrale train station, you are immediately taken aback: grit, trash, homelessness, graffiti. It isContinue Reading
To beat the crowds of Rome for a few hours on a Sunday where they were running the Rome MarathonContinue Reading
A big city without skyscrapers, rather, its skyline dotted with domes. Domes whose bells call out the hours and whoseContinue Reading
As we crossed over from France into Italy and switched trains just past the border we were treated to aContinue Reading
Not thinking we’d like Genoa as much as we actually did (it being a port city and all and we’dContinue Reading
We started our eastward trek along the Cote D’Azur in Marseille. Our hotel overlooked the port full of fishing boatsContinue Reading










