Napoli is a rough city. It’s missing toilet seats, sort of like Southern Mexico and Greece, and there is a garbage strike, which has been in effect for either two months or four… Continue reading
Italy, I’ve found, is a land of qualifiers and “but”s. Things are usually one way, unless they are the other way. The rental car was quoted online at 70 Euros, but after fees… Continue reading
The shame about Napoli is that the buildings have beautiful facades — we walked by the House of the Nile, for instance, with a door knocker fashioned as a sphinx and ornamentation of… Continue reading
You may know, I jumped on a plane without any prep work, and ended up in Florence. I’d been working, working, working, and had paused only long enough to fret about and finally… Continue reading
