Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss SLOWLY, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret ANYTHING that made you smile. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
— H. Jackson Brown
I was back in Italy once more in June, taking pictures, eating gelato, and improving my tan. I’ll be posting my annual travel journal shortly, and as always, far more of my photographs can be found on Flickr.
This year’s itinerary includes an extended stay in Florence, plus a trip to the Ligurian coast, a medieval harvest festival in San Gimignano, Corpus Domini in Rome, and Spello’s annual infiorata.
Top 10 Travel Experiences
Top 10 lists are necessarily selective. They are also intensely personal. Mine reflect my own interests and biases, but with that caveat in mind I gladly offer them here, under Travel Resources on the navigation menu—one city at a time over the next few months—in the hope that it will inspire others to visit Europe and create memories of their own.
Travelogue for Italy, 2013
Welcome! To read my latest travel journal, please click 2013 – Italy on the navigation menu for entries on the following destinations:
- Bassano del Grappa
Also, you should know that while I’ve embedded some photographs into the entries, many more are posted on Flickr, and travelogues for all of my previous trips to Europe are still available, including those from Italy in 2008 and 2010.
Letters from “The Grand Tour”
I’ve been feeling homesick for travel lately, so to get me through the dark, winter months in Vermont, I’ve been reading and transcribing a set of letters written by a young Harvard grad in the 1870s while on “The Grand Tour” of Europe and the Holy Lands. They are a travelogue from a different age, filled with lush details and wide-eyed observations, as well as some boisterous merrymaking over few pints of beer in Munich.
When I think of my own tramps across Europe through the years, I’m struck not by the differences, but by just how little has changed…