Napoli is alive. We visited this lively city on a 17-day trip through Italy—one that moved quickly from city streets to coastlines to long days on foot. But it started here.
That time when buying potatoes became a Portuguese verb pop quiz: batata cozer vs batata assar. Standing there, feeling like I’m being tested on two different subjects at once — vocabulary and cooking. Freezing momentarily, because this isn’t just labeling. This is a commitment.
This past week was all about turns: a turn on the trail, a turn around town, and then a turn in the weather — from a bike ride on recently dried paths to a community walk and, finally, a museum visit to escape the rain.
Being retired, every day is the weekend. With weekdays freely intermingling with the weekend days, a Bom Dia seems the most reliable greeting. Over time, though, something funny happens. The days begin to earn their own identities