It’s raining outside and the wind is blowing the trees around. However, walking down my stairs to prepare breakfast my mind is far from the gloomy skies of New Jersey. Instead I’m pretending to be in Italy as I gaze…
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It’s raining outside and the wind is blowing the trees around. However, walking down my stairs to prepare breakfast my mind is far from the gloomy skies of New Jersey. Instead I’m pretending to be in Italy as I gaze…
“Let’s do a stopover in Sicily’s village of Cefalù on our way to Taormina,” said my daughter A, as we packed our belongings into the Avis automatic we had rented for the ride. It was time for the four of…
It was my first time visiting Palermo, one of Sicily’s vibrant cities. I was sad to be leaving London behind, but glad to be flying south to Sicily with my sister N, daughter A and her friend M. Our girls’…
