Postcards from Umbria

Many thanks to Brendon for contributing this post. I love the “will it result in good memories?” standard. Read to the end to see what I mean.  There’s a little restaurant...

Many thanks to our good friends Kris and Ellen for visiting Benano — and special thanks to Kris for writing this post about our visit with Chef Lorenzo at Ristorante Zeppelin in...

I’m lucky to have company on this trip, and lucky to have friends who write blog posts.  My friend Aileen contributed this: I’m not sure if it’s my love of yarn...

I brought a heavy load of supplies for Rocca di Benano’s 2012 rental season, so my (and everyone else’s) favorite driver Francis picked me up at the airport and drove me...

Antiques are all relative, aren’t they?  When I moved from California to Ohio, a friend reminded me that “things sold here as antiques are, further east, just old things left behind.”...

Sono felice di rivedervi. (“I am happy to see you again.”)  I landed in Rome and regretted that my Italian is no better — and probably worse — then when I...

The drive from Benano to Bagnoregio is short – 40 minutes – and unremarkable. But the walk up the pedestrian bridge from the modern (in a 16th-century Italian kind of way)...

When Paul and I were first able to afford a trip overseas, we chose Italy over Ireland because, as shallow as it sounds, we figured the food would be better. Fifteen...

Paul has mastered the art of wandering around on vacation. Now that he’s here, long-ignored questions like “wonder what’s there?” are being pursued. The resulting cruise is usually interesting, delicious, or...

Paul is here! This will be way too long if I describe how happy I am to be with him again. Longer still if I describe my race to the airport...