Comes with a Mini Kitchen

I’d always heard the north of Italy was different from the south. I didn’t appreciate that until the day I stepped off the train at the Florence station. So far … Continue Reading →



Heading for the Hills

“This beats the hell out of taking a train, huh Dad?” “At least the train knew where to go, Alex.” My last view of Arles was through the windshield of … Continue Reading →

Wine barrels stacked in the old cellar of the winery

Nabbing a Bit of Home in Spain

At the beach, Donna used the pay phone to call the number on the slip of paper. We’d pitched the idea of staying a week in this seaside paradise to … Continue Reading →