It’s always wine o’clock in Italy
Day One in Tropea is drawing near an end and it’s been an experience. We’ve drunk too much wine, been mistaken for being the wives of senior citizens from Florida … Continue readingIt’s always wine o’clock in Italy
Crafting narratives, creating connections
Day One in Tropea is drawing near an end and it’s been an experience. We’ve drunk too much wine, been mistaken for being the wives of senior citizens from Florida … Continue readingIt’s always wine o’clock in Italy
I am not a bus girl. I realized this a few hours ago when I began the seven-hour bus journey on which I’ve now found myself. But I am a … Continue readingTo the back of the bus