Hands on. Hands off.

The hotel where I spent the night in Ischia had spa facilities, a term which is not defined universally. In Europe, I’ve learned, it generally means an array of water and steam baths and showers and a generally low key attitude.  The view from my balcony I appreciate that definition because I enjoy moving from … Continue reading Hands on. Hands off.

No man is an island, but Ischia is

The effort involved in my getting to Ischia was not insubstantial. Beginning from Rome, the journey involved the metro, a fast train to Napoli. and then another metro ride to the port, where I was fortunate enough to find my way to the correct pier for the specific ferry I had booked in advance. Any … Continue reading No man is an island, but Ischia is

Roman dinner – Al Peperoncino

My first night in Rome, I pushed through my travel exhaustion and found myself almost immediately on Italian time and seeking dinner after 8:00. It was a Sunday, which limited my options somewhat, but I got lucky and stumbled upon Al Peperoncino, a neighborhood spot close to where I’m staying. Note: While I don't mind … Continue reading Roman dinner – Al Peperoncino

Rome, if I want to

I’ve become a woman who goes to Italy for a quick week in February. I’m not really sure quite how that happened, but I’m very much enjoying, and appreciating, the fact that somehow this is my life. As my departure date grows closer, I find myself increasingly giddy at the thought of being in Italy … Continue reading Rome, if I want to

Where we are

The past few months have seen me rapidly cycling through musical obsessions. It began with Harry Nilsson, then moved to the Beatles followed by Nick Drake. Recently, in a surprising and refreshingly contemporary twist, I’ve jumped in deep to a band that actually continues to produce new music, The Lumineers. I’ve seen this band live … Continue reading Where we are