Boutique Hotel Spotlight: Hotel Santa Caterina.
A review of the lovely Hotel Santa Caterina and the most embarrassing moment I’ve ever experienced with a bellhop. Read the rest of this gem…
A review of the lovely Hotel Santa Caterina and the most embarrassing moment I’ve ever experienced with a bellhop. Read the rest of this gem…
How to cook an Italian style 4 course meal and, more important, how to eat it. Courtesy of The International Kitchen culinary tours! Read the rest of this gem.
Well. I’ll admit. Saying I didn’t realize it is probably inaccurate and a little bit insulting to the level of my intelligence.
So.
How does one fairly level-headed, zero-bullshit, astutely self-aware human not fully grasp the fact that what she is experiencing is harassment? Read the rest of this gem…
“We’re here!”
Our driver/hotel-concierge/fixer-of-drinks/good-humored-token-male-during-women-only-week Tony, seemed pleased with himself. We were stopped on a two-way road that was, quite inexplicably, only slightly larger than the width of one vehicle, mere inches away from a solid stone wall. Read the rest of this gem…
Help me decide which light fixture should go above our dining room table — new and contemporary? Or old and spidery? Read the rest of this gem…
When I was busy eating Italy, my lovable husbandmunch did some work around the house. Read the rest of this gem…
The conveyer belt continued to spin, but it was empty. Mocking. We stared at it anyway, willing at least one — better, two — little pieces of luggage to emerge from around the curve, maybe sporting little flags that read Ha! Gotcha! Read the rest of this gem…
Hello from Sant’ Agata sui Due Golfi, a tiny town in the Campania region of Italy that translates to “Saint Agatha between two golfs.” Basically, we’re nestled on a mountainous spit of land near the Amalfi coast, perched between the Gulf of Naples and the Gulf of Salerno.Read the rest of this gem…
Quick! A foodie is coming to visit — I need HELP! Read the rest of this gem…
I sipped tentatively from the miniature steaming cup of espresso, while the sleek office surroundings and an expansive, bird’s-eye view of downtown Chicago made me feel smaller than the delicate saucer I gripped tightly in my other hand. Read the rest of this gem…