Pordenone and Maniago
My jet lag seemed to be subsiding, for I was finally able to get a decent night's sleep. Perhaps it had been wise of me to keep the air conditioning…
My jet lag seemed to be subsiding, for I was finally able to get a decent night's sleep. Perhaps it had been wise of me to keep the air conditioning…
As scorching as the weather had been the past few days, it was growing hotter and hotter still. RAI news was reporting a heat wave throughout much of Europe, with…
Jet lag kept me awake most of the night again, so it wasn't surprising that I didn't hear my alarm go off at 7:30am. When I finally woke up, I…
After a late arrival in Udine the previous night, I awoke to the sound of rain pounding on my shutters. How I desperately longed to roll over, close my eyes,…
It was July 2005, and although Mike and I were now engaged, this was to be yet another of my many solo trips. I had just arrived in the sweltering,…
After publishing Flavors of Friuli: A Culinary Journey through Northeastern Italy, I realized that writing a cookbook comes with its own set of editing considerations. The following are a few…
It was June 2004 when Mike and I returned to San Francisco. I had over a year to prepare for my next trip, which would take me once again throughout…
On the final day before our flight home, Mike and I took the train back to Milano. After changing in Mestre, we boarded an InterCity train, which was already packed…
Check out my article "A Culinary Journey through Friuli–Venezia Giulia" at GoNOMAD.com.
After a restless night on an uncomfortably hard bed in an overheated room, breakfast at Hotel Valle Verde offered little comfort: just the average spread of rolls and croissants with…