‘Bravo’ moments…and the end of my time in Italy.

Pisa! Siena! Modena! And one last round of Rome.

Scams and thievery in Florence.

Sick, but Sicilian-style.

Creepy castle. Check! Favorite gelateria in Italy. Check! Visit to the hospital. Check!

Our driving tour through olive farms, caves, and gourmet travel plazas.

Do not read this post hungry.

This is what happens when my trip to Italy collides with my lifelong love of Stevie Nicks.

Mesmerized! In awe! And accidentally day drunk.

I won something. And I’m changing.

I didn’t even want to write about this experience. But I did.

A change of pace. And my Rick Steves rebellion.

Even doing laundry feels glamorous in the Floating City.

This one gets a little personal.

Sweet like Como, sassy like Milano.

Rookie mistakes, Italian scents, and speaking unperfect. I. Am. Here.

Why a Third Eye Blind song kept me from Europe for a few decades