There was no night train from to Venice. That was the first wrench in the works. There was a day train that leaves quite early, arriving in Venice around noon. The train that goes back to Austria, the second leg of our planned trip, leaving Venice at quarter to three. If we’d accepted this plan, …
Driving on the German autobahn need not be too terrifying, but strange things happen. Say, for instance, you are on your way to Stuttgart. You are at the wheel and a guy in a BMW cuts you off. He rolls down the window and waves a stop sign. It’s fine, say the companions, just pull …
There’s not much to do in the Westerwald at this time of year. We tagged along because our friend was registered in a “log cabin building course” and we thought we’d serve as moral support for his Mrs, our friend Sabine. We had a unexpected treasure of stopover in medieval Limburg on the way up …
We’re nice and cozy in Uli’s old house in Grosskarlbach. While we’re not exactly at a tourist crossroads, Grosskarlbach is wine country and if we were here in high season we’d be sharing the road with gourmets and oenophiles. But it’s February and the sky is gray. Tourists are few and far between. Last night, …
We’re heading out tomorrow morning. Current itinerary – subject to change – looks something like this: Drive to Germany Spend a few days in Rheinland-Pfalz (staying with friends Uli and Sabine) Sun: Sabine and I fly to Rome Spend a few days in Tuscany (at Sabine’s place in San Francesco) Take the night train from …
It’s my blog and I’ll whine if I want to. It’s no secret that travel writing is my dream job. I’ve gone from joining a “travel writer’s network” – a club, really where my fees went into the pocket of the guy that arranged the press trips – to publishing a tiny handful of pieces …