From Hotel Mediterraneo
We are sitting on the porch that fronts our room at Hotel Mediterraneo in Dar es Salaam, two divans in...
We are sitting on the porch that fronts our room at Hotel Mediterraneo in Dar es Salaam, two divans in...
In Tanzania there is always a place to wash your hands. The toilet may be a stand-up; the room may...
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August, 1983. A pair of young lovers journey from New York City to Italy, where he will teach at the American School of Milan. By tram, train, and bus they begin exploring: Milano; Genoa, Rapallo, the Cinque Terre; the Lakes; Venice. And find themselves forever changed. Years later they marry, decades later they make a home in the Piedmont region and live happily ever after.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I wish to thank Lucia Carenini: without her this website would have remained a vague fantasy. We were mere acquaintances when she agreed many years ago to create a website for my content. Since then Lucia has become a dear friend--kind and generous, funny and fun, enormously talented, professionally exacting. Her whole-hearted dedication to this project is one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received, and I owe her an incalculable debt. Grazie infinite, cara Lucia! >>Read more
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