We embraced the evening as we did the beginning. A cool wind whipped at our faces as we joined the locals in the evening passeggiata – a leisurely stroll around town – a nightly ritual performed throughout Italy. The cool stone radiated the warmth of the day. We shoved our hands deeper in our pockets and opened our faces to the magic. Puglia awaits.
I was born in San Francisco. When I take one of those silly quizzes that ask you all sorts of odd questions about what you like to do, they always ends up telling me I should move back. Maybe. Maybe some day. Read more
While in Caltabellotta, Sicily, we hiked up to the highest peak. The view was tremendous, from La Chiesa della Madrice to the ocean and everywhere in between.
Many different kinds of Pecorino cheese adorn a shop in San Gimignano in Tuscany. What is your favorite?