Vesuvius: Fear, Fascination & An Eyewitness Account

The cloud was rising from a mountain … I can best describe its shape by likening it to a pine tree. It rose into the sky on a very long trunk from which spread some branches. It appeared sometimes bright, and sometimes dark and spotted with patches of dirt and ash … Broad sheets ofContinue reading “Vesuvius: Fear, Fascination & An Eyewitness Account”

Saturnia – Under The Tuscan Sun

“Mark. Are you listening?” I asked. I was admiring Peter’s wagon, particularly the epithet ‘Travel Endangers Prejudices’, which he had emblazoned on the back. Peter, Beata, and Alex had just come from Albania.

We Join The Mile High Club Twice In One Day – Savines-le-Lac to Staffal

We are all pilgrims who seek Italy. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe As we passed the sign, I had a strange sinking feeling. It felt odd coming back, because the last time we’d been in Tschaval – Staffal, we were absolutely desperate to get away.