I’d like to travel.
Where would I go?
I don’t care.
I want to see it all.
How? I don’t know. Continue reading
I’d like to travel.
Where would I go?
I don’t care.
I want to see it all.
How? I don’t know. Continue reading
For our last full day in Italy we went to Switzerland. Specifically, Lugano, an Italian community just across the border. Continue reading
We left Venice on Saturday and stopped in Milan on our way to Como. Milan is a busy city with 2.2 million people. Since spring had winked at us that weekend I believe all 2.2 million were out in the city square. Okay, maybe only 2.1 million. Continue reading
On our first full day we climbed aboard a bus and took a little road trip. We went to Verona. The only thing I could remember about Verona was Shakespeare’s “Two Gentlemen from Verona.” After our arrival I realized “Letters to Juliette” would have been a good resource to prepare. I tried to remember the movie. Continue reading
I was born with a bit of a wanderlust heart. However, I was also born with a fearful mind. In case you’re wondering, these two things are contradictory and one cancels the other out. Usually fear wins because fear, as you know, is a big bully. But I still had dreams. Dreams of all the places I’d like to have adventures à la Indiana Jones. So when an opportunity to venture outside my daily living zone presents itself I jump on it. In a cautious yet impulsive manner.
Let me explain. For work, my brother, RH, was in charge of an annual community trip abroad. He and his wife, CC, were required to go. Two people I know traveling abroad? Cautious. Deplete my savings to travel somewhere that is not on my bucket list? Impulsive. However you want to describe it, at the end of March I found myself on an airplane heading to Italy for one week. Continue reading