Italy: Charming, Romantic and Affordable
La dolce vita is what Italians call the sweet life. You could be living it for less than you perhaps think—even in desirable regions like Tuscany and Lazio.
La dolce vita is what Italians call the sweet life. You could be living it for less than you perhaps think—even in desirable regions like Tuscany and Lazio.
From glamorous Paris to sun-soaked Provence and beyond, France will never go out of fashion. And there are bargains around for those who value its historic treasures and gourmet pleasures.
I’m impressed by Tuscany Gardens. I have a spa bath…free Internet…satellite TV. I don’t intend to use the laundry facilities—much less the iron and ironing board—but the unit’s kitchen is better equipped than mine at home.
The light is dim, the temperature sweltering. This outdoor sauna already has an occupant on its topmost wooden bench. Sprawled on a large towel in all his unclothed glory, he mutters a polite “Guten Tag” (Good day).
Germany’s Kaiser Wilhelm II was unimpressed by Karl Benz and Gottlieb Daimler’s new contraptions. “I do believe in the horse,’’ he said in 1886.
Wake up and smell the lentils! At the church of St. John the Baptist, a grizzled busker with a guitar is playing a Bob Dylan song. Outside the 15th-century George and Pilgrim Inn, another sidewalk musician plucks a Celtic harp.
Southeast Asia is adventure travel at its most exotic. Each day brings new sights, smells, tastes, and experiences. Cultural encounters, too. The Bangkok taxi driver who asked to borrow my glasses (he thought they’d help his eyesight)…the former head-hunters of the Iban tribe who still live in traditional longhouses in Borneo…the sing-along with locals in a Filipino karaoke bar.
Blue becomes bluer, every shade from sapphire to cobalt. Sea merges with sky. The intensity of blueness is almost too much. It’s as if the Adriatic has fallen into the clutches of a Photoshop enthusiast with an uncontrolled passion for color saturation.
After a day’s hiking in Abel Tasman National Park, I need a night in. A bottle of $8 Sauvignon Blanc is chilling in the fridge. Perfect with these fresh mussels I bought—amazing value at $3.15 for 2.2 pounds. As my accommodation has a fully-equipped kitchen, they’re simmering in a wine and cream sauce.
Cheery waitresses in dirndl frocks. Wooden chairs with carved-out hearts. Walls of glassy-eyed hunting trophies, a stuffed bear included. If seeking a traditional Black-Forest restaurant, seek no farther. But now I almost regret finding the Jägerstüble, a wood-panelled inn under the Marktplatz arcades in Freudenstadt—home to Germany’s largest market square and a werewolf legend.