In Which I Heed My Own Advice

Charles sat at the table next to mine at lunch yesterday. He is from Yellowknife in Western Canada and he is traveling alone. This is his second trip to Italy, and he will be here for a month and a half. Yesterday, he arrived in Bologna, having taken the bus from Bari. He took the […]

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Three Days

My train pulled into the Bologna Centrale station shortly before 2 pm. I have three days in Italy and was well behind schedule; when time is short every hour counts. My flight was delayed leaving Newark due to nose cone damage, and my mind raced. Then the Leonardo Express train from the airport to Roma […]

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When Presence Suffices

I sat on the cool stone steps of the Piazza Trilussa resting my feet and just breathing in the moment as the twilight deepened toward darkness. On the other side of the square, cars zipped along the edge of the Tiber, and all around me people came and went as the warm spring day yielded […]

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Peeling Back The Layers

Scilla has a stunning solitude this time of year. When the tourists are away, the narrow streets are quiet other than an occasional pedestrian and some hushed voices sitting at a cafe. The storefronts mostly stand closed, and the rare few that are open are staffed by lonely shopkeepers. Even the ripples of the Sea […]

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You Should Watch Cinema Paradiso

I love volcanoes – I’ve always loved them, for as long as I can remember. There’s just something about the power, the destruction, the unpredictability, and the intimate association with our history. They have always had some sort of meaning. Seriously – when I was a kid and my dad had to go to Sicily […]

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