Italy’s Via Postumia: Hiking Across an Ancient Road
Via Postumia is an ancient road built in the year 148, which stretches across the length of northern Italy and all the way to Spain.
Via Postumia is an ancient road built in the year 148, which stretches across the length of northern Italy and all the way to Spain.
Thermal baths: In the towns of Grosseto, Viterbo and Civitavecchia, Italy, citizens and tourists enjoy free thermal baths that provide healthy relaxation.
Dogliani, Italy. In Italy’s Piemonte region, the author helps out with the grape harvest with WWOOF and enjoys a wine walk through the vineyards.
Manarola, Italy: John Caldwell and his husband Todd visit Manarola in the Cinque Terre region of Italy, where they enjoy hiking and swimming and more.
Elizabeth Minchilli’s new book Eating My Way Through Italy delves deep into all aspects of Italian cuisine. Includes chapter on Umbrian truffles.
Montelago Celtic Festival in Italy’s Apennine Mountains is a combination of a druid gathering, a music fest, and the Highland games–with camping, world music, and lots of beer and fun.
Riomaggiore in Cinque Terre was my favorite of all time. It had such amazing views and delicious foods. I didn’t want to leave. It is a place where you want to become old!”
At Il Fontanaro Farms, in the hills of Umbria, Italy, Ron Elledge and his wife enjoy cooking a meal with locals who show them techniques and their farm.
Enjoying the famous Parma Ham, and hearing the roar of Ferrari, Maserati and Lamborghini engines in Parma and Modena, Italy. Visiting the Ferrari Museum.
On the shores of Lake Como in Northern Italy, Bellagio is a pleasant place for a stroll in its pedestrian-only center, to view the villas and see the beauty
Milan is an often overlooked destination in northern Italy, but it has a giant and legendary cathedral, great fashion and shopping, and its own cuisine.
Surprising Turin, Italy, home of architectural wonders By Marianna Morè Our city guide suddenly interrupts her explanation. She glances in the air, then lowers the eyes to the tip of her toes. “Wait. Can you feel it? It’s the föhn!” she utters triumphally. Of course, I can feel it: a warm and dry wind that caresses…