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The day of the boat, the railway and the bus
... and took us up the funicular railway to the township at the top. We walked a little way to the end of the island, which is shaped like a figure eight, and had a glorious view of the two little islands off the end. There is a variety of greenery, and being a sub tropical island it was in all stages from flowering to autumn colour. It was a lovely place. Enzo told us they get something approaching 15,000 visitors a day in the high season because all ...
Random thoughts and observations Part 2
There are no road rules in Italy, only suggested guidelines for driving.
Just because there is no parking bay, does not mean you can't park there.
Italian (and French) drivers have a greater spatial awareness of their cars than we do. They seem to be able to put a two metre wide car into a 1.9 metre wide space, without problems. And they do it at speed. They pass on corners, double ...
Gubbian Gastronomy
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- 1/2 white cooking wine
- 4 cups homemade stock
- 1/2 pound chopped wild mushrooms
- 1/2 cup grated parmigiano cheese, plus more for topping
Directions for stock:
As it is becoming more popular in the U.S. to keep a compost waste bin, in Italy it simply a part of your trash regimen. You have ...
Myfavorite saint was worth the wait
... lights of little country towns passed quickly by the windows.
Getting off at Ancona, proved to be easier and I was much better at it than before.
I had met a girl who was going to the same place as I. She told me a bus came to the station and would take us to the ferry terminal. I was happy about this, but concerned for my luggage.
My concerns were not to be dismissed.
A man helped me to put my luggage contraption on the bus. ...
An Umbrian Excursion
... abound.The energetic vibe of a college town combined with the phantasm of antiquity makes for an incredibly unique experience of Italy.
The food and drink of Umbria easily rival that of its infamous neighbor Tuscany. Numerous examples throughout Perugia can attest to this. Catching a latte and pastry at The Sandri, easily the finest cafe I've ever bothered to walk into (if you're ever there eat the pear tart, do yourself a favor). ...


