For some people, a favorite travel memory is a good meal, a stunning piece of architecture or a glass of full-bodied wine at sunset. Me? I’m fond of mild panic. Picture me sitting under a clacking departure sign at the…
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While sitting in my tourist office today in the center of Rome, a lovely French woman stepped in to ask if she could take one of our free maps. I smiled and nodded my head, motioning to the big stack…
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There is an often good-natured battle between my adopted Italy and her long-time rival, France, and as a writer and travel consultant living along Italy’s southern shores, I rarely get to write about my first love –France. No, France doesn’t…