I hurried inside and down to my room on the bottom floor of Hotel Vega, changed clothes... Read more →

It was pouring.  I had "splurged" on my room at Hotel Vega in Malcesine, Lake Garda,... Read more →

One might assume that Bergamo's Città Alta ("High City") is thus named because its the... Read more →

My day at the Vatican had started out rather carefree.  Easy, even.  As I said in the... Read more →

My first night in Sorrento I was exhausted.  I had traveled early that morning from... Read more →

I was SO excited to go to the Vatican.  It's been the religious center for millions of... Read more →

The Easter Bunny hasn't come for me since I moved away from Florida, but being SO FAR... Read more →

Being a Catholic in the US is different from being a Catholic in Italy.  Here, there is... Read more →

Last year I took an early morning train from Bergamo to Varenna, a small village on Lake... Read more →

Piazza Erbe.  My aunt told me before I left the US that if I did nothing else in Verona,... Read more →