“I know the feeling,” our young driver Nikola said in his soft Italian accent on our drive to Pisa from Florence, Italy. “Yup, my wallet flew into the night,” I repeated, shaking my head. Me, a veteran traveler fell victim to one of the oldest traditions Florence is also famous for. I wasn’t expecting for... Continue Reading →
All I wanted for Christmas was my suitcase
Sometimes when I’m in an airport, waiting in a line, I wonder if I’m part of some giant psychological experiment. You think you have it all together, at least you try because of the cameras and the no-fly list, but then, then a snowstorm of historical proportions hits the city you must depart from. Me,... Continue Reading →