As we came into the Sydney summer season, I had prepared myself for beach sessions and had been long anticipating glorious days under a sweltering sun stretched out on a sarong, lazing on beautiful white-sanded Australian beaches. So this then led me to ponder the last summer which I spent in Italy. Specifically, it led me to ponder the Italian beach experience.
It’s more than a fad or a craze. More than a phenomenon. It’s a way of life, an essential experience.
It combines two great loves of many tourists and locals alike: shopping, and the beach!
18 June, 2015
Having left beautiful Vernazza behind, I jumped on the train to race (well, being Italy of course, it was more of a “trudge”, as Italian trains are never exactly fast) towards the beautiful town of Corniglia, yet another gorgeous place which I would love to revisit.
18 June, 2015
Vernazza is absolutely gorgeous. It is an undeniable truth, and it is where this post takes off. Among the bright alleys and beach umbrellas, amongst the wafting aroma of fresh pizza and sea salt, I decided that Vernazza is one of my favourite places on Earth.
18 June, 2015
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. They will tell you “no”, they will say “impossible!” But it IS possible, it CAN be achieved. And with a little planning and time management, you too could hit up all five of the Cinque Terre.
26 June, 2015
So one of the perks of being in Italy for an extended period of time was the opportunity I had to be with my maternal family. When the university semester had ended and it was time for me to move back down to Rome to stay with my family, two of my uncles (precisely, my mother’s cousin and their uncle) decided that they would come to Pavia to pick me up and help me to move out of college.
24 June, 2015
It just so happened that while I was studying in Pavia, the EXPO came to Milan and with discounted student tickets up for grabs, I couldn’t resist! So I jumped on a train with an exchange friend from Germany, then waited in line for an hour in the sweltering sun, then we arrived at security and then – finally – we were through!
30 June – 1 July, 2015
There is something fascinating about returning to the birthplace of my grandparents. And not only that – it’s a sense that the journey is almost spiritual, that I am stepping backwards in a way, stealing a glance at something surreal and otherworldly.
So travelling to the tiny village of Sorbo, nestled under the breathtakingly beautiful mountains of Abruzzo, gives me the sense not of a weekend away, but of a journey of sorts. A journey in which I am returning to something which isn’t truly mine but which I can never disconnect myself from, because it runs in my veins. Continue reading
That beautiful moment when, in your final week in Italy and after a long morning of traversing Rome in 40-degree heat, you stumble upon your favourite coffee … IN GELATO FORM!
Could this be heavenly intervention on a sweltering summer’s day? I think so.