I stayed in Ercolano, Italy because I found a highly rated hostel on Hostelworld that was half the price of staying in nearby Naples. I thought I’d have nothing to do there but relax or take the 25 minute train into Naples; I was wrong.
Hostello Felice was near Pompeii and a hike up Mount Vesuvius.
I wanted to stay somewhere between Naples and Rome for a couple days; the little town of Gaeta proved to be the perfect stop. It’s known for its olives and ...um, other things and stuff. All I remember is the Gaeta olives.
The train only takes you to the town of Formia on the other side of the bay.
Around the time I left Cortana I was feeling some serious travel burnout. Orvieto was my next stop and I didn’t feel like doing a damn thing, but I made myself take the funicolare up to town anyway.
Orvieto is a short train ride northwest of Rome and a minor tourist attraction. It sits on top of a
This one’s for all the cat lovers out there. Although, I am not a cat lover, I can, however, be called a cat friender. I found this place through happenstance walking through Rome.
This area of town, near the Coliseum, Mussolini’s Typewriter, and the Jewish quarter (town? area?) has a lot of Roman
I probably could’ve found a bus to get the 4km up the hill to Cortana from the train station but I chose to walk. It was a hot but beautiful hike.
One of Cortana’s claims to fame is that it was the setting to the book Under the Tuscan Sun. It was also made into a movie starring Diane Lane. Unfortun
I didn’t plan on spending a few hours in Siena, but the city bus lines set schedule wasn’t in alignment with my sketchy schedule, so I saw beautiful Siena from around ten a.m. until 1:30 p.m. It’s a forty minute bus ride south from Poggibonsi, and my transfer point to Arezzo.
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This is San Gimignano. It’s south of Florence. I had to take a train to Poggibonsi, then find the right local bus to San Gimignano, then walk two kilometers to my campground.
It’s a medieval city on a hill, like a lot of old Italian cities, but it’s known for its towers. The rich families back then
I met Bruna, Shuwa, and Fausto at Sabetino Trattoria on my last night in Florence. Up until that point my stay in Firenze (as the Italians call it) was pleasant, beautiful, and uneventful. By the time the evening came to a late and abrupt end, Firenze had become a city forever alive in my memory.
I stayed in the Tuscan countryside for three days.
I didn’t realize I’d be in the countryside until after I booked the hostel. The Ostello Bigallo was highly rated and sounded good in their self-description (which I read carefully to ensure there was no age limit!). I glanced at the map and it loo
I love the sound of the Italian language. Every time I hear it I think of an old Italian film scene of a woman yelling down from a window and a man yelling back up to her, then someone else yelling from another window, then everyone yelling at each other... That’s what I get for being raised on movi