Sunday: The last day in Venice was very, very windy. It was the type of windy where you felt you could run twice as fast, or fall back...

The morning after is the dread of the night before. Sitting upright can undo all the goodwill and happy memories, as your head collapses...

The next day the clouds were spitting, struggling to rain. We went for breakfast at a small coffee house on the corner of our street. It...

After an early start and a neck-breaking sleep on the plane over, I was standing at the dock waiting for the ferry. Late February felt...