It’s a gray day in northern California, and I’m thinking back to my journeys in northern Italy last month. I spent two weeks leading a writing workshop/tour in the Lake Garda region and fell in love wth the area. Imagine you’re sitting at a cafe table in a medieval village on a cobbled square looking onto a placid lake, with snowcapped mountians in the background. It’s a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, and the sun catches the brilliant pastels — terracotta, salmon, tangerine, lemon — of the buildings on the square. A waiter sets a cappuccino before you, and you sip. It’s perfect. That’s where I want to be right now. Would you like to join me for a cappuccino?
Filed under: On the road | Tagged: cafe, italy, travel writing
