Conquering the Italian Alps- Climbing the Dolomites

I clung to the metal rungs of the ladder, close to 10,000 feet off the ground, the village looking unrealistically small if I dared looked down. My muscles were worn out and my lungs had trouble expanding because of the elevation. As I focused on my breathing and my sheer will to get to the top, I thought, “How the hell did I get here?”

Pizza: A Love Story!

I wanted to go back to Italy, mainly for the food. I booked the trip with Ryanair for an extra long weekend, and I was off. I learned not to make plans for my trips. I just showed up and went with the flow. Traveling for food, I just couldn’t go wrong.