I don’t know about you, but I rarely see my friends. At least, not the ones who live in the same city as me. I used to see one of my good friends all the time when she lived in New York and came to Los Angeles on business, but now that she lives here…
Ok, so you’re a tourist. It’s best you accept that you will immediately look like a straniera (“foreigner”) either by the way you are dressed or the guide books and cameras weighing you down, but this does not mean that you have to have the same run-of-the-mill experience as most tourists. Just because you are…
For someone who fell from a bike as a child and ended up with a concussion, a day of biking in the Tuscan hills didn’t immediately grab my attention, but upon the promise of lunch, wine tasting, frequent stops and good weather, my initial apprehension began to fade and I agreed to go. The morning of the tour was a…