Dranks on a Plane

The guy in the seat next to me leans in. Well, the seat next to the seat next to me. He’s leaning real hard. Must be important, I think. He looks like Shaggy from those Scooby-Doo cartoons. Tossled blonde hair, scruffy facial hair, skinny surfer body. Laconic, slightly glazed eyes that seem to be saying, “fuck it, man, whatever.” “What’re…

Stresa – On a Magic Gondola Ride

Stresa had a gondola, a rickety, steel contraption, dark green, existing solely to carry pale European tourists from the shoreline of Lake Maggiore to the peak of mount whatever. Looking back, I can only marvel that we ever discovered the damn thing. Stresa was not a particularly big town and only moderately touristy. Plenty of appealing restaurants with open-air seating…

Corniglia – In the Land of Facebook Album Covers

The local train between the villages of Cinque Terre travels primarily through dark tunnels, so it’s a pleasant surprise when the Corniglia station is in the bright sunlight, not twenty feet from the gentle, tempting waves of the Mediterranean. However, it’s also 200 feet below the town itself. We heft our dense packs and follow a pair of beautiful, questionably…