The mention of Naples unleashes a stream of love it or hate it adjectives; filthy, enchanting, frenetic, dangerous. A girlfriend simply warned, “Be careful. A thief broke my friend’s arm while stealing his gold Rolex.” Fortunately, I have my Walmart… Read More ›
Montepertuso sits perched fifteen hundred steps above the glitter of Positano; a ramshackle village clinging to both the mountain side and its old time family traditions. Our landlord, Giacomo, offered to meet us at the only coffee shop in town;… Read More ›
Rome, a city of ancient ruins; narrow, cobblestone alleyways; dozens of shades of crumbling, ocher buildings; giant lavender wisteria in full bloom; hundreds and hundreds of churches. It is a city which you can take by storm or where you… Read More ›
As the HÉV train rumbles through the increasingly rural countryside north of Budapest, I read about the history of Szentendre, ‘Saint Andrew’. Hungarians climb aboard and then depart again, ladened with the purchases of their Saturday morning errands. Come summer,… Read More ›
I grew up in a sleepy, little town near the Jersey shore; one of those places where rope swings dangled from thick,gnarled tree branches; rocking chairs and flapping American flags welcomed guests to our front porches; doors remained unlocked and… Read More ›
The World In Between 