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 […]

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 […]

Exhaustion and Joy

Walking down the colonnaded streets in the waning hours of the afternoon, I veered to the left. The crowds had been pressing in tightly on Via Independenza, and this street, whatever it was called, was less frantic. The name was irrelevant, as I knew it would take me to where I wanted and needed to […]