I don’t remember a time when there wasn’t a flag flying in front of my home.
He headed over to a darkened corner of the cave, illuminated by a light shining into the murky depth.
Then we asked each other one of those questions that can’t really be answered: “Do people really go from church to church and art museum to art museum on their vacations?”
Dante measured out the ingredients and walked us through making a single serving of pasta! I was THRILLED!!
Let me be clear from the start that driving in Italy is not for the faint-of-heart.
My knee is pain free for the first time in nearly three weeks. I realized just how debilitating pain can be.
I knew I’d find pieces I loved as soon as we started walking along the shop-filled streets in the towns on the Amalfi Coast.
We could easily have stayed longer … exploring more of the villages, visiting the hometown of Romeo and Juliet, checking out why the cheese here is so delicious, and tasting wine in hundreds of wineries!
There’s no castle … like dozens of mountaintops in Italy and throughout Europe … because there was never a king.
We topped off our stay in one of the original trullo … now with all the modern conveniences.