No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow. – Lin Yutang I relax on an old wooden bench in the piazza just around the corner from our hotel. The sound of the water splashing in the center fountain competes with the… Read More
The Cinque Terre
So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ Mark Twain I’ve often wondered what it would be like to live by the sea. I don’t mean just living in a house with beach-front property, although that could be very nice. Instead,… Read More
Camogli and San Fruttuoso
Per la strada che porta a Camogli Andava un uomo con sette mogli Ed ogni moglie aveva sette sacchi Ed in ogni sacco c’erano sette gatti Tra gatti, sacchi e moglie In quanti andavano a Camogli? On the road to Camogli Went a man with seven wives And every wife had seven sacks And in… Read More
Liguria: Genova
Intu mezu du mä gh’è ‘n pesciu tundu Che quandu u vedde ë brute u va ‘nsciù fundu Intu mezu du mä gh’è ‘n pesciu palla Che quandu u vedde ë belle u vegne a galla Out at sea is a round fish that sinks to the floor when he sees an ugly girl Out… Read More
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