“One evening I had a new feeling, so beautiful I wished I could lose myself. For the first time I saw the splendor of that square. Suddenly I realized I hate traveling because it’s all looking and running away. Instead, I love living in a place, observing it from within…” –Nicola Piovani, Oscar-winning composer
Tornadoes near Chicago mean a really l-o-n-g rebooking line!
A view that never gets old …
Is it silly to love an airline because it has cute salt and pepper shakers?
Part of the wonder of traveling for me is the act itself, especially when it comes to flying. As pilot or passenger, in first, business, or economy, I relish it all.
As some of you may know, Husband never knows where we are going until the day of travel (and even then, only on a segment-by-segment basis).
A business class amenity kit to the first person who correctly posts on Facebook or my website where I am now.
Thank you, Milan!
It was in a junk shop like this that an unknown Caravaggio was found a few months ago.
I am finally mastering Italian!