Travel does the heart good
My little jubilee, the 50th country visited was Liechtenstein. And boy what a ceremony happened. The Principality of Liechtenstein and the Swiss Confederation were celebrating the 100 years of their common Dounae contract. We were about to cross the bridge that was built over the river Rhine, but we were stopped as the celebration was just…
Krapina is my hometown. Zagorje runs through veins. Kajkavian dialect is spoken out loud by my core. So please, allow me to show you a portion of heaven given to us people from Zagorje to enjoy, nourish, and remain proud. Krapina Krapina was first mentioned in 1193. It has always been a favorite site for…
This is a post of a lovely, walkable city that will charm all wine, gastronomy and history lovers. From Markets to Mustard! This capital of Burgundie is calling you to get all its tastes. And you will not know all of these existed! The province was home to the Dukes of Burgundy from the early 11th until…
Avignon is a city on the Rhône river in the south of France. It is surrounded by walls of Avignon (French: Les Remparts d’Avignon) – a series of defensive stone walls that were originally built in the 14th century during the Avignon papacy and have been continually rebuilt and repaired throughout their subsequent history. We entered through Porte Saint-Michel. The…
This historical province of southeastern France, extends from the left bank of the lower Rhône to the west to the Italian border to the east; it is bordered by the Mediterranean Sea to the south. It largely corresponds with the modern administrative region of Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur . The largest city of the region and its modern-day capital is Marseille. Known for its diverse landscapes, miles of…
Michel de Notre-Dame, as we all know as Nostradamus, was an apothecary by profession, and published in the year 1555 a book called Les Prophéties (The Prophecies). In his collection of 942 poetic quatrains, he predicted various future events that experts, and many amateurs, find a way of interpreting into related events occurring in the present day. Some historical evidence suggests…
This is going to be a short post. Sanremo is a city on the west coast of Italy, in the province of Liguria. It is the capital of the Riviera dei Fiori or Riviera of Flowers. Its casino also makes it a sort of Italian version of Monte Carlo. This large building in Art Nouveau…
Vivid green pesto, great wine and fabulous walks … Genoa is a city of indulgence. Driving in the city, noticing it’s fabulous big secession buildings it reminded me of the importance of Italy: banks, trades, imports of goods and businesses… Genoa was a medieval rival to Venice. It’s not been primped for tourists like Venice, though.…
Rapallo was never on my list. I never thought there could actually be something about this city. It lies on the Ligurian Sea coast, just between Cinque Terre and Genoa. As a girl from Croatia, I know it from the history books as the Treaty of Rapallo was signed there, in Villa Pagana, formerly known as Villa Spinola. A treaty…
The five Cinque Terre villages are situated in northern Italy on the Mediterranean Sea, just 3 hours by train from Milan, Pisa and Florence. I have arrived by car and totally enjoyed the national park that spreads across the five villages. La Spezia My journey started in La Spezia. This was the very first stop as I…
Tintine was slowly climbing up the hills of San Marino. Not much pressure should have been put on this car as she had enough of the shocks in the last year or two. The hills around us were rising and soon we found ourselves surrounded by an amazing view. It was San Marino surrounded by…
My Life in Sicily finished after a year spent on this island. It was time to turn on my Tintine (a beautiful red car), hop on a ferry and say goodbye. I was nostalgic as a was driving through Reggio Calabria. But soon I was in Puglia – the region with the best Italian cheeses.…
A charming small fishermen village – this is how would I call it. Not even much tourists around to see as the beaches are made of lava rocks that don’t […]
A charming small fishermen village – this is how would I call it. Not even much tourists around to see as the beaches are made of lava rocks that don’t make your day spending on the beach much comfortable.
This city is upon the Ionian coast and rises the seaside – just 15 km north from Catania.
The residential area is set around a small pleasant port, called Scalo Grande. I found it cute. Especially with all these elders sitting at their balconies or in front of the houses, watching the life passing in the streets.
Again, I haven’t had a chance to enter to the church but I am sure days will render me back to this place. 🙂 The church that is still used for mass was built after the 1693 earthquake; so I will come back to admire the paintings by Michele Vecchio.
The city was founded just below the old watermill (Mulino ad acqua) that is still in use, fed as it was in the past by the gorge of Miuccio flowing from Timpa and from the North by the amazing “Grotta delle Colombe” (cave of doves) accessible by sea.
I have spent the day on these rocks, reading my book about Borgia family (much about Rome and Catalunya and Florence). It was a sunny Sunday, not too hot. So I wanted to treat myself to a restaurant nearby named by the mentioned eponymous well of life. Sicilians are not very organised people and they like to talk a lot and explain and repeat before any action. I entered the restaurant and even though it was half empty I had to take a reservation. Fair enough. I went out, I crossed the road and reserved for just about 45 min after. I returned back and got a seat with a view to the sea – just what I needed. Except that the noise around me was the highest level of restaurant noise I have experienced – ever. And these were not tourists around me.
Never mind. At least I wasn’t looking at the trash for couple of hours.
RED RIDING HOOD 
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