5 p.m. on Via Chiavettieri is when balconies drop buckets, euros clattering in metal pails over rusted railings.
Read MoreOver the last month, I’ve watched my landscape change from outside train windows and have stepped into small towns, new worlds. Entering a new season is as simple as reaching the next region.
Read MoreFlorence is made for the glow of the early morning the same way she’s made for autumn air and history books.
Read MoreAfter two very full, very hot days in the Monza stands, I’ve compiled a list of observations from the race that have absolutely nothing to do with the sport itself and everything to do with my entertainment.
Read MoreI’ve never liked Milan, but being here feels like getting coffee with a friend with whom I fell out of touch.
Read MoreIt has been nearly a year since I graduated from Dartmouth and I can’t stop thinking about Dr. Seuss.
Read MoreOn Sunday evenings in Sicily’s capital, I join the rest of Palermo at the Four Corners where the city’s cardinal landmarks connect.
Read MoreI like to sit on my balcony and look down at the world below.
Read MoreWe don’t share a language but we share stories. Fiction is a universal form of communication; writing bonds us across cultures and continents.
Read MoreI like finding spots like this.
Read MoreItalian men talk to you in real life, real time, the way most tinder conversations seem to go down.
Read MoreOn these streets everyone seems to know one another so I can never tell if they’re actually friends or just excited to meet somebody new.
Read MoreManhattan is supposed to be the city that never sleeps but Palermo is the city that is always awake.
Read MoreOf course I find myself in Piazza S. Anna right as I begin to doubt whether this is a city that will take me and just me.
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