I can’t imagine a better way to introduce the Youthful Adventurer to Europe than landing at Marco Polo airport in Venice, taking a water bus to Piazza San Marco as dusk descends, and then walking the narrow streets to tiny Hotel Riva at the Ponte dell’Angelo. To a young teenager, this was a different world…
Category: Italy
Getting Going
I drove solo six or so hours to my high school reunion last summer and was surprised when I got there when one of my classmates said, “I would never have made that drive alone.” I remember thinking, Why not? I had first traveled solo for a vacation more than 20 years ago. I gave…