In case you are new here, I have started a weekly segment, geared towards reading and spreading the word about great travel posts and websites. Each week, I ask readers and writers to leave their favorite travel posts, videos, or websites throughout the week in a comment on my “Suzy Stumbles Over Travel” posts. I stumble (Stumbleupon), comment, and tweet each submission. The following Monday, I highlight my five favorites that were submitted last week. This week, I had a total of 22 submissions. I have included a roundup below of five favorites out of those 22 entries. Once you are done Continue Reading
Suzy Stumbles Over Travel: Week of April 12, 2010
In case you missed my introductory post last week about my “Suzy Stumbles Over Travel” segment, I am starting a weekly travel section aimed at promoting others in the travel writing/blogging industry. Each week, I ask travel writers and readers to submit their favorite posts from the week in the comments of my “Suzy Stumbles Over Travel” posts. To read the whole story and how I started this, check out the first post “Suzy Stumbles Over Travel: April 5, 2010”. Last week, I received 15 entries. I read every submission, while also commenting, stumbling, and tweeting the entries on twitter. I Continue Reading
Closet Italian Designer Keeps Her Designs in the Closet
Lounging on sapphire-blue colored sofas while watching countless hours of Italian game shows, movies, and jewelry infomercials, a former Italian designer modestly but willingly entertains my unending questions about her life. One question after another she responds almost as though no one has ever asked her about herself before me. Her chatter fills the unbearable humid air of a summer day in Florence, Italy. She may not be as well known as Roberto Cavalli, Gucci, or Dolce & Gabana, but she easily could have been 40 years ago. Sharing the famous street in Florence that could be named Continue Reading
Sorrento Serenades and Charades
For a month in Italy’s hot Sorrento sun, I woke to vespas whizzing down the narrow streets outside my window and occasionally what sounded like a number of Italians yelling when really they were just excited to begin their day. I rose to shower, however, I found my shower resembled that of a large sink-like chair with a long hose attached. I stepped outside my narrow room to my balcony. I faced another apartment building where a little grey haired lady always hung up her laundry and where neighborhood kids would practice their soccer skills in the ally below. I would head to the kitchen for my Continue Reading