Listen to your instincts in planning and in execution.
Choose 5 days rather than 7. See above.
Don’t travel to relentlessly sunny & hot tourist destinations if you don’t like hot weather or having your eyeballs scalded. See the first item above.
Don’t assume that your travel companion who has suggested your trip in late August early September will follow through and book those dates. Buyer beware.
Don’t assume internet works at the resort, even it’s advertised.
Don’t judge a restaurant by the first meal you when you need to dine there for a week, because the resort you booked includes board of breakfast and dinner. Also, don’t allow your travel companion to offend said staff on the first night. You will spend the rest of the stay trying to making amends.
Remember to have your own best interests first and foremost. You aren’t #1 to anybody else.
It goes without saying, but your travel companion may not be honest when it comes to paying for things or reimbursing you for expenses you front. Don’t be a trusting fool.
Don’t fall in an Italian archecological site. It’s not their job to look out for you, as they will quickly tell you.
Likewise: Don’t go on a cruise along the coast in Sardinia where they encourage you to jump off the boat (or descend by the little ladder) into the water if you aren’t a good swimmer. If you think the “skipper” will notice you, let alone save you, you will be sadly (or even fatally) surprised. There is no Department of Public Safety operational in Italy (if one exists). They cut corners and are unaccountable in every way imaginable. You better have a good travel companion if you need help of any kind. God help you if you don’t.
I wish the guy doing the backstroke would put his head in the water. It looks wrong the way he does it.
Listen to your instincts in planning and in execution.
Choose 5 days rather than 7. See above.
Don’t travel to relentlessly sunny & hot tourist destinations if you don’t like hot weather or having your eyeballs scalded. See the first item above.
Don’t assume that your travel companion who has suggested your trip in late August early September will follow through and book those dates. Buyer beware.
Don’t assume internet works at the resort, even it’s advertised.
Don’t judge a restaurant by the first meal you when you need to dine there for a week, because the resort you booked includes board of breakfast and dinner. Also, don’t allow your travel companion to offend said staff on the first night. You will spend the rest of the stay trying to making amends.
Remember to have your own best interests first and foremost. You aren’t #1 to anybody else.
It goes without saying, but your travel companion may not be honest when it comes to paying for things or reimbursing you for expenses you front. Don’t be a trusting fool.
Don’t fall in an Italian archecological site. It’s not their job to look out for you, as they will quickly tell you.
Likewise: Don’t go on a cruise along the coast in Sardinia where they encourage you to jump off the boat (or descend by the little ladder) into the water if you aren’t a good swimmer. If you think the “skipper” will notice you, let alone save you, you will be sadly (or even fatally) surprised. There is no Department of Public Safety operational in Italy (if one exists). They cut corners and are unaccountable in every way imaginable. You better have a good travel companion if you need help of any kind. God help you if you don’t.
I wish the guy doing the backstroke would put his head in the water. It looks wrong the way he does it.
Pip: Rome in late spring, where even a nondescript building hides a courtyard full of sarcophagi, and the gelato is technically a health food.
Mara: blogger Lauretta Dimmick, who writes the blog Get Back Lauretta, has been moving through Rome at full tilt — palaces, piazzas, baroque staircases, fresh tuna, and a new pope making headlines. Let’s start with the streets and landmarks that frame the whole visit.
Rome Landmarks And Streets
Pip: Rome rewards the wanderer — the post “Rome! Endless variety” is essentially a love letter to the city’s capacity to surprise, block by block.
Mara: The line that stays with me: “Almost every day I see something that makes me say: I have never seen that before!”
Pip: That’s the whole premise, isn’t it — Rome as a place that keeps outpacing expectation, no matter how many times you’ve been.
Mara: Concretely, that means jasmine trained up the side of a villa, acanthus plants blooming just outside the Roman Forum — plants whose leaves appear on every Corinthian capital in the ancient city. The fit is almost too perfect.
Pip: And then a stop at Neve di Latte for natural gelato, though Francesco remained unconvinced it was worth the calories.
Mara: The Piazza di Spagna post rounds out the street-level picture with a video tour of one of Rome’s most iconic squares. From the piazza, we move indoors — deep indoors.
Palazzo Barberini And Baroque Splendor
Pip: Palazzo Barberini is the kind of place where even the staircase gets a superlative — and the post on part two makes the case directly.
Mara: The title itself is the argument: “The most lovely marble stairway ever? I think YES!” And embedded in those Doric columns are the Barberini bees, the family’s symbol, carved right into the stone.
Pip: The bee motif runs through everything — ceiling frescoes, ironwork, the whole building is essentially branded.
Mara: Part one slows down for the paintings, and the writing is genuinely attentive. On Fra Filippo Lippi’s Annunciation, it notes the transparent scarf wrapping Mary’s wrist: “to use it as a compositional element” leading the eye between Gabriel’s lily and the top of the canvas.
Pip: Noticing the servants on the hidden staircase rather than the kneeling donors — that’s a particular way of looking at art.
Mara: Part three closes the visit with Corradini’s famous statue and one last reminder: the bees appear “throughout the building — and indeed the city.” From baroque splendor to something more immediate — what’s on the table.
Food Coffee And Daily Pleasures
Pip: Two very different pleasures anchor this stretch — one philosophical, one extremely fresh.
Mara: The coffee post is almost aphoristic: “Coffee is the balm of the soul” — attributed to Giuseppe Verdi, found on the back of an espresso machine in Montecatini. That’s the whole post, and it lands.
Pip: Short, correct, no notes.
Mara: The tuna post is the opposite — vivid and specific. A fishmonger in Rome who “begged” them to buy an outstanding tuna, two enormous steaks, red shrimp, squid for calamari. The calamari, reportedly, was “quasi sweet” and unlike anything before. The only regret: no photos of the finished dishes. From the table, to something more public.
Papal Respect And Public Witness
Mara: Pope Leo XIV appears in the title of a post here — “Pope Leo XIV again shows what respect looks like” — framing a moment of public witness worth marking.
Pip: The word “again” is doing real work in that title. It implies a pattern, a posture, not just a single gesture.
Mara: And that consistency — the idea that respect is demonstrated repeatedly, not announced once — is what the post points toward.
Pip: Streets, staircases, espresso philosophy, and a pope setting a standard — Rome contains multitudes.
Mara: More of it next time, apparently. The sign-off is always “alla prossima” — until next time.
Not me, but my friend Shiketsu Kou. I met this young Chinese man in language school in Florence, Italy. We immediately hit it off and became good friends. We’ve maintained our now long-distance friendship for over 6 years.
Rudy, which is his nickname, has been studying in Okayama Station, Japan for some time now and has been wanting to move to Tokyo and continue his studies. He was recently accepted in a school near Tokyo and just moved by train, while shipping his belongings in boxes through the postal system. Here is the envelope in which his acceptance was sent to him. He and I both think it is handsome, with a lovely stamp!
I’m eagerly follow his progress. It’s a big move to go near Tokyo, but Rudy is an ambitious young man who is absorbing Japanese language like a sponge.
I thought you might be interested in following his life as well, as he starts a new chapter near Tokyo. The following pictures show his move from Okayama to near Tokyo and setting up in his new student apartment.
Rudy found a new companion on the train ride! Ha ha.
The train ride.
First look at his apartment. A Japanese friend in Okayama helped Rudy find this place and he rented it sight unseen. He is very happy with it.
His sleeping quarters are in the attic space over the hallway. Below is a detail.
His new place has all the amenities as 20 something man needs for the student/bachelor life. He was particularly pleased with his high functioning toilet!
His building and a place to park a future bike.
Below, his kitchen area.
Below, the Japanese postal system delivered his boxes right on schedule, on the first day of his life here. He arrived late the night before and camped out until his things arrived.
After his boxes arrived, Rudy set out to find supplies, restaurants, and begin to explore his neighborhood.
Probably explaining why Rudy and I initially hit it off and became fast friends: he notices the beauty around him. He happens to know how much I love camellia plants!
Actually, I decided the magnolia tree needs its own large spot!
Finding delicious food!
I’ll be posting more as Rudy settles in. I hope to visit him in time for next year’s cherry blossom season. Good luck, Rudy! I’m rooting for you!
While writing my last post, in which I got a little carried away with fantasizing about a perfect suite of rooms such as one might hope to find in heaven, I was reminded of this room I had in a luxury hotel in India last February. This room may look like a fantasy, but it is very real. And extremely beautiful!
Unfortunately, I didn’t think to take pictures of my room until I had already mussed it up, but I think you can still get the marvelous effect. Indian design rocks!
And here was the modest little bathroom attached to my tiny bedroom. Of course you know I am being facetious about the size of the rooms.
The photo doesn’t show it well, but this tub was the size of an average jacuzzi designed to hold 4 people.
A modest little mirror in my hallway; just perfect for a selfie.
Or two.
But, how about that wall design! I was more than a little obsessed with it!
It is good to travel well. It is almost as wonderful as heaven. And India is certainly as fine a place as any I have ever had the good fortune to visit.
In Mumbai, the Dhobi Ghat is known as the world’s largest outdoor laundry. It is a hive of activity and color. This is where Mumbai’s traditional laundrymen work in the open to wash clothes from different parts of the city.
The open air laundry has about 700 washing platforms made of stones where about 200 washer-men families have been washing clothes as their family business for decades.
A dhobi is a laundryman and at any given time there are between 8,000 to 10,000 dhobis at work in these stone basins that date back to British rule.
There are rows and rows of stone washing pens, each with its own flogging stone.
For the Dhobis, working here is generally a hereditary profession, with most of the washermen’s families doing this labor for the last 2 or maybe 3 generations and their technique has remained virtually the same. The soiled clothes are first soaked in boiling water with caustic soda and then “flogged” on a slab to get rid of dirt and stains.
After drying in the open, clothes are ironed with old charcoal presses with heavy wooden handles.
Most of the local people find it rather amusing that an activity as mundane as washing clothes arouses such curiosity in the tourists.
If you’d like to read more about it, see this site:
But, before you feel too sorry for yourself, before you put all your piles of laundry in your automatic washing machine, check out how laundry is done in India.
You get stone-washed finish by slapping denim against the stone basins.
This sweet child knows how to entertain himself with no toys.
And while most of the work is done with human elbow grease, some electricity is still needed. Here’s where it comes from:
And despite everything, this man can still smile for a tourist.
Feeling better? All our problems are first world. :-))
After posting the blog post from on the Siena Palio, I am inspired to add from my personal recollections of the race. I was incredibly fortunate to attend a Palio in the early 1990s.
My Italian boyfriend said the Palio was not to be missed and he made a lot of special arrangements for my first experience. He was assolutamente right–it was not to be missed!
We drove to Siena that day from his home in Assisi. He had used his contacts so we could watch the race from a balcony window to the left of the Palazzo Publico and I prepared to be amazed. I was indeed!
It was an unbelievable thrill to be a part of the living history of the Palio. We stood outdoors on the balcony on a warm sunny Italian pomeriggio with a perfect view of the entire race. It was an incredible experience to be there.
My favorite part of the day of the race was the banner guard that circled the race track prior to the race. Each contrada enters their own people wearing their own contrada colors. It felt like I had time traveled back to the Italian Renaissance.
I grew up with a horse-loving father and we not only rode horses but attended rodeos almost every summer Sunday. I even competed in some of the events. Sadly for my father, I am not a lover of risk-taking horseback riding, either to do or to watch. Because of that, it was hard for me to watch certain parts of the Palio, for the race is still brutal even though it is much less so than it was during its early centuries; horses and riders careen into the temporary walls set up all around the periphery and riders fall off horses and get trampled. It is all very chancy. You can see it in this video:
After the event was over, we ran around all the side streets in all the contrade (neighborhoods of old Siena), which were filled to overflowing with rabid fans (think American super bowl fan fanaticism)
all wearing their contrada colors.
Each contrada maintains a museum of sorts with all sorts of paraphernalia from years past. These museums are typically only open on the day of Palio, so it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see not only the race, but the museums as well.
The one aspect of the Palio that absolutely blew my mind is that the winning horse is brought into the Siena Cathedral! The secular and divine come together in patrioticism.
Somehow I just never thought I would live to see the day when I’d see a horse in a magnificent Italian cathedral!! But that was before I knew Italy at all!
Here are some more fun shots of the hysteria surrounding this annual event in Tuscany!
Did you know that approximately 10,000 weddings are held in India each year from late September through January, the time between heavy monsoons and the summer heat. The brides often wear thousands of dollars worth of gold while family and friends offer bullion bars and coins as presents to the newly married couple.
Some of us westerners know Indian weddings from our favorite Bollywood movies. The fact that the invitees can number in the hundreds to thousands and that the event takes place over many consecutive days, is a bit outside our usual thoughts about weddings. Auspicious dates are specifically chosen based upon astrology and most of the marriages are arranged.
Here are a few images of grand weddings.
Along with all the gold, bride’s hands and feet are almost always tattooed with elaborate henna designs.
On my recent trip to India, I saw the preparations for these huge affairs many times, especially when I was staying at fancy hotels or visiting well-known places.
Here are some of my snapshots of what I saw. All I can say is nothing succeeds like excess!
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