You can hear the roar of Trevi fountain before you ever see it. The winding alleys that lead up to the small piazza are filled with the sound of rushing water, laughing tourists, and anticipation. It isn't until you turn the final corner and face the monument that...

Starving, anxious, and exhausted, Jeff lurched our rental Mini Cooper into the grocery store's parking lot with me, carsick and slightly panicked, in the passenger seat. The tiny spaces and narrow lanes stared back at us, along with two old women, as Jeff...

I stared at the landscape from a tower above the Tuscan countryside. Olives, greens and yellows stretched over the mass of rolling hills like camouflage hugs the bicep of a soldier. Cypresses fingered the sky, bare grapevines scratched the air, and rays of sun...