Ashes and blue skies: a Palermo travelogue.

Warm air rushes in to fill the plane. We disembark by row, adhering scrupulously to the new socially-distant orthodoxy, ditching Continue reading →

Delirious Venezia.

Thirty-one years, all of which in possess of a passport marked “Repubblica Italiana”, and I had never been to Venezia. I Continue reading →

Where the vita isn’t dolce.

There are, in every country, in every language, words that have a deeper, more profound meaning than the mere concept Continue reading →