My ankle throbbed, as I wiped the dried blood from my knees with the edge of my dirt-streaked T-shirt–my last visible sign of my time in the Alps–and the hazardous mountain behind me disappeared from sight. I sat down gingerly on the stiff, plastic ferry seats, my rear end still tender from when that pesky [...]
When the Moon Hits Your Eye
June 3, 2008 By Leave a Comment
After being felt up in Telese Terme and losing my breakfast and then some en route to Capri, my workcation to Italy could only look up…right? Although, my story assignment is on Naples itself, I actually hadn’t spent any time in the city, so on the last day, we were bussed back to the thriving [...]
Only Slightly More Enjoyable than a Trip to the Gyno
May 23, 2008 By 5 Comments
In Telese Terme, we were all scheduled to be the recipients of some spa treatment or another in our hotel, which was built on thermal springs (and also strongly resembled The Shining in its sprawling, vacated corridors and abandoned rooms of dusty baby cribs that I eerily stumbled upon). Although I had received two massages [...]
Enough to Make You Lose Your Own Lunch
May 21, 2008 By 5 Comments
My first trip to Italy was in 2001, armed with my mom and 15 pals and their moms. It was a great couple weeks full of sight-seeing and delinquency (if you recall, I was new to drinking; this proved fatal, after consuming about 10 too many vodka tonics and suffering a nasty fall down the [...]
When in Napoli
May 19, 2008 By 6 Comments
Let me preface this by saying while penning this post (Thursday night, though it may take days to go live), I’m one sleep-deprived, pasta-stuffed hot mess. So kindly don’t judge my ability as a writer by this unedited, unpolished stream of consciousness; I argue that a change of nine time zones will do that to [...]
