One of the truly wonderful things about being a free lance writer is implied within the job title: freedom. I can pick and choose the stories and adventures that I bring to you. When friends and...

While at the Farmer's Market in downtown Santa Barbara I heard a rumor about a place called Tangerine Falls. With all the late Winter rain that we have been getting, they were supposedly flowing...

When you think of LA, what do you think of? Let me offer some suggestions: Smog. Crowds. Cars. Fake breasts. Plasticity. Highways. Traffic. Congestion. Contagion. Homelessness. Overconsumption. Your...

And back on the road again! We were heading south, leaving the extremely impressionable city of Trieste in the rear view mirror. Now the Renault rental was hitting 140/km per hour and we aimed south,...

The orange speckled sunset was magnificent as it dropped into the Adriatic. There I was in Trieste! Back home in the suburbs of San Francisco there is a place called Cafe Trieste, and I used to love...

Ahhhh! What a feeling it was! To arise with the warm sunshine hitting the trellis of grapevines hanging down the steep city walls of this truly charming coastal village of Manarola, one of the five...

With the sun past the zenith, we hightailed it out of the smog-filled skies above Firenze and headed northwest towards Cinque Terre. Many of our friends had once traveled to this destination with...

Firenze. On a late Friday morning close to the vernal equinox. The city of 400,000 people began to get hungry, and all at once every single restaurant within ten city blocks of the central fountain...