
Sicily
The Last Arancina in Palermo
We became absorbed in a debate over the name of Palermo’s famous rice ball. While we argued, the last one disappeared.
Stories
Notes from our trip leaders and hosts: what actually happens when a small group travels slowly.

Sicily
We became absorbed in a debate over the name of Palermo’s famous rice ball. While we argued, the last one disappeared.

Umbria
Lunch was ready in an Umbrian garden under spring sunshine. One course later, the clouds arrived and the rescue operation began.

Lake Garda
We asked a Lake Garda local for directions to the pier. Her answer became a story, we missed the ferry, and somehow that improved the day.

Umbria
We stopped for a photograph with a quiet Umbrian horse. It ignored the camera and focused entirely on the map in our hands.

Cairo
We entered a Cairo home for a short visit. One cup of tea became three, and the sightseeing map never left the table.

Umbria
We entered an Umbrian wood with Uncle Pio and his trained dog. A quiet truffle hunt became a morning of laughter, patience and buried treasure.