The Odyssey: Sailing to Lignano Sabbiadoro

Excerpt from my book, “A European Odyssey; How a boxer’s daughter found grace”. We’d already cruised to Sicily so we opted to sail straight through to Crotone, a port city in Calabria. We were back on the land where coffee tastes like a milkshake and pasta is al dente. We arrived at the heel ofContinue reading “The Odyssey: Sailing to Lignano Sabbiadoro”

The Odyssey: From the moment I met Malta we both knew it wasn’t going to work out

Some moves were romantic, others, pragmatic. Rome never asked for my love because there was no need and Paris was a dream come true. Those were serious love affairs. But when we sailed to Malta and met, after one long look, we both knew this relationship was doomed. To ride on such a high IContinue reading “The Odyssey: From the moment I met Malta we both knew it wasn’t going to work out”

The Odyssey: From Rome to Paris where pleasure’s everywhere and time flies right by

Moving from Rome to Paris allowed me to compare the cultural cousins. Both tribes are chatty and both have been talking for an awfully long time. Each talk about food at lunch and dinner and most of the time in between. When on a walk with Colette and Godot in Rome the Italian women wouldContinue reading “The Odyssey: From Rome to Paris where pleasure’s everywhere and time flies right by”

The Odyssey: There’s no place like Rome

…to her strange sense of time. Her alchemy is perfect, with her classical beauty, ancient history and fantastic food but time feels different. Which is natural, I suppose, in the eternal city. Whether you’re going to spend 3 days or spend 3 years in Rome like we did, time will feel as if it’s stopped.Continue reading “The Odyssey: There’s no place like Rome”

Moving house is about new beginnings and letting go

When we move house it feels like a new beginning yet it’s often an exercise in memory, nostalgia; about the past. Each key received had teased me it could solve a mystery, and unlock the secrets of cities like Paris, Amsterdam, Bucharest or Prague yet Rome kept her secrets safely tucked inside.  Each move demandingContinue reading “Moving house is about new beginnings and letting go”

How the Germans found Lake Garda

The Germans love Lake Garda because when they drive down for holiday, it’s the first place where they see a palm tree, and they love Italy, as we all do. By late October/early November their accent evaporates, and it’s a bit of a relief, I think, the tourists season is over – but in theirContinue reading “How the Germans found Lake Garda”

We are here

Two hours west of Venice and about an hour northwest of Verona. Italy’s full of mountains, and we’re surrounded by dramatic ones. Technically the Dolomites are further noth, but I like to pretend they’re right here. This makes Italy full of pretty drives….even where it’s flat, in the Po Valley, stretching from Torino to theContinue reading “We are here”

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