travel blog
“A small village, Portofino, stretches crescent-shaped along the edge of this calm bay.” – Guy de Maupassant When I woke up around 10am, I felt like the previous day had been a dream—the short train ride from Genoa to Santa Margherita Ligure; the bus trip around winding, blind curves hovering on cliffs just above the
As the plane descended into Genoa, Italy, I couldn’t help the perma-smile on my face. This was Italy. I was back. Italy has (obviously) always held a special place in my heart, and seeing the hills, the colorful houses, the aquamarine water—it felt like I was seeing Italy again for the first time. (Really though,
Situated on the bottom floor of the Genoa City Best Western in Genoa, Italy, Le Rune is kind of hidden from the masses—it can be accessed from a door in the walkway between two buildings, or through an unmarked white door in the lobby of the hotel. But this little restaurant, tucked away from the
Umbrellas shielding us from the pellets of rain, our group of eight, including the mayor of the town we visited earlier in the day, his wife, our historical guide, and five bloggers, made our way on slippery cobblestones across the tiny town center and through a short brick tunnel and down some stairs. “A la
I’ve been hesitant about sharing this piece of writing because it’s so personal. It’s also been sitting in my drafts folder since April 30, 2012, which shows you exactly how hesitant I’ve been. In my personal journals, I often write little memories or vignettes about a time or place–something really special or meaningful. Anyway, after
Let me preface this by saying that I didn’t spend a lot of time in Milan, so I don’t have a lot of room to critique, but, it was probably my least favorite stop on my trip.
Today’s Foodie Friday features some of my favorite Italian goodies ever! When I studied abroad in Rome, I fell in love with so many foods we just didn’t have in the US (or maybe we could get them–but they just weren’t as good!).
So, after I waxed poetic (or got all amore, as my friends would say) about Italy in my last post, it’s time to get down to the details, starting with Verona.
Picture it: Italy, summer of 2006. I was a fresh-faced college student who decided that I wanted to study abroad for a summer. Why just a summer? It’s a decent commitment–if I hated it, it’s not too long; if I loved it–it’s not too short. It was my first time abroad and I did it all