Our search for cannoli yesterday got sidetracked, so it was the first thing on my mind this morning. Kevin’s primary agenda was to find a good cup of cappuccino. I knew for both of us to be happy, I needed to find a place that sold both.

The bambino has it right. The troubadour is mesmerizing, and this wee baby would not take their eyes off of the musician playing a soulful tune.

There’s an unwritten expectation throughout Italy that pizzas are “personal” size and each person gets their own. Even though they aren’t sized that way, we are game because it means we get to taste different varieties.…

Someone recently asked what surprised me the most about our visit to the ruins of Pompeii. It’s the sheer magnitude…

It’s the second time in as many cities that I’ve wondered if we are making a mistake selling everything we own to experience this adventure.

There is nothing that screams vacation more than hanging out in a beach town. Even the process of getting there is fun for me because I get to decompress on the journey. On this day, our transportation of choice is a short 40-minute train from Lisbon to Cascais …

As a child in the 1960s and ‘70s, I recall friends using liquid Crisco oil or baby oil and iodine to get an orangey, sunkissed glow to their skin. While I never used Crisco, I recall the joy of laying on a towel on my warm cement backyard patio or on the grass in the backyard listening to Top 100 hits on my white AM radio slathered with baby oil, Hawaiian Tropic, or Coppertone, and when I was a little older with a bigger budget, Bain de Soleil, “for that St. Tropez tan.” 🎵🎶🎵🎶