Feeling Invisible in Italy

I’m a week and a half into this and a funny thing has happened: I’m beginning to feel invisible. It occurred someplace between Paris and Florence – most likely during our two days in Cinque Terre, where the streets and restaurants were clogged with tourists – all speaking different languages, all entirely oblivious to anything…

Train Travel is Romantic

We’ve begun a tradition of sharing our day’s ‘high/lows’ each night at dinner.  The only rule is that we must narrow it down to one ‘high’ and one ‘low,’ though there is no penalty for stating multiples of either.  I usually can’t help myself. Yesterday, my high was the train ride from Paris to Genoa,…