The Riviera was disappearing behind me as the train station in Pisa closed in. This time in Pisa it would just be to swap trains and continue to Florence. I wrestled my 125L Jeep wheeled duffel onto the platform, at least it was light if unwieldy. I then helped the Siberian with her suitcase full […]
My time on the Italian Rivera was up and the last leg of my travels in Italy was beginning. I uncharacteristically slept late, probably recovering from the physical and sensory assault which was the Cinque Terre (with 3rd degree sunburn). Took a stinging shower, dressed for departure, packed my bags once I emerged from my […]
When it comes to baggage of any kind the best thing you can do is travel light. All those things you think you need to hang on to or bring just in case, you can do without. I found out on my trip to Italy sensible packing is a must. When shopping for luggage […]
Preceded by Such a perfect day: Part 3. Views, Vernazza & Vindictiveness There are thresholds we pass in life, some of them physical and some of them metaphorical. Sometimes you know you are crossing a border as it happens, in others you only realize it on reflection in how far you have come. Stepping off […]
I will never understand the how quickly the leap from being one of the wide eyed touristico to resenting them, I would find myself crossing the street to avoid them and only speaking Italian around them, saying "Mi scusi, mi scusi" to get past. What if travelers tales of grumpy inhabitants are actually interactions with tourists gone rogue?