It’s hard leaving Rome. There I said it. It’s been over three years now and I still get a little sad when it’s time to leave.. Knowing full well that I’ll be back. I’m also dying to go home!! Yes, home to Melbourne. To my family. My nephews. My friends. I want to hug my mum and dad and all my family who (other than my beautiful sister) I haven’t
Venice. Is there any other place in the world like it? I’ve visited maybe 5 or 6 times but in all honesty, it’s never been the kind of city that had me think, “Gee I wish I lived here”. On this most recent visit, I realised why. I managed to articulate why living in a city like Venice seemed, well not unattractive, just not really all that feasible. In a
“For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo” – William Shakespeare Twice I have been to Verona and twice I have left with a sad face and heavy heart. Not because I didn’t like it. Quite the contrary. Both times – the first time about 12 years ago and the second time, a couple of months ago – I was only there for
