Rambles in Switzerland and Italy

Back in Brooklyn, with a knife wound got from aggressive cooking, I am scouring the internet for pictures of Montreux. God I miss Switzer...

In Sulmona, before the honey-tasting, I detached from the tour group to go lurking through the back alleys of town in search of the hou...

During pizza-making class we had a scare re: Dustin Hoffman, because the Italian news was showing clips from his films with dreamy music and...

Here's the transumanza , the word I want to be, the one that means migration for the old transport of sheep. We didn't ...

So after all my Shelleying, I deposit myself in the capable hands of Frui Tours for a wander off into the Italian wilderness East of Ro...

A marker pointing the way to Shelley's tomb. Best cemetery I ever saw was the brush and tumbleweed number on the top of a Colorado...

Yeah. Don't picnic in Rome. There's nowhere to sit. I walked for six hours straight, not from curiosity, but from lack of oases....