The understated neighbor of glitzy Portofino, Santa Margherita is a beautiful, old fashioned seaside town. One hour north by train from Cinque Terre, it’s the ideal place to spend an afternoon wandering. We began our tour…
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As kids, we were fascinated with the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Why does it lean? Why was it built that way? Is it ever going to topple over? So on our way from Cinque Terre to Tuscany, we of course, had…
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Nestled at the foot of the majestic Apuan Alps, Lucca is a tiny medieval town in northern Tuscany with big personality. Despite its modest size, Lucca has it all. Expansive piazzas. Majestic towers. And stunning churches.…
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As the birthplace of the Renaissance, Florence is the cultural mecca of art, architecture, history, science, food, shopping and more. Despite an abundance of English-speaking college coeds and large groups of camera-toting Japanese tourists, it’s still…
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Crowded. Touristy. Hot. Smelly. That’s what we initially heard about traveling to Venice. Yes, mobs can often choke the quaint canals in summer. But early February is an ideal time to visit. Less people mean shorter…
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On our first morning in Italy, waking up to those colorful buildings teetering cliffside literally took our breath away. Cinque Terre definitely lives up to its postcard-worthy image. Vernazza, our home base, is one of five…
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When it comes to the world’s most romantic destinations, Venice is at the top of the list, even on a budget. The tourism industry knows that romance equals money. But as a vagabonding couple with limited…
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The Tuscan city’s unique aesthetic offers a gorgeous backdrop to exploring and even inspired Crayola’s iconic crayon. During the Renaissance, Siena produced an iron oxide earth pigment that when heated, turned a distinctive reddish brown color.…
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Under a Tuscan rain cloud. That’s how we spent most of our time during our stay in Tuscany. But a rainy day in Italy’s wine country is still better than a sunny day in most places.…
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After the tranquil small towns of Tuscany, we headed where all roads lead to: Rome. Leaving sweet Volterra, we took a local bus to Saline, caught a tiny two-car only train to Cecina, then linked to…