I really am a terrible travel blogger, aren’t I? Not only do I not get to go to the places I write about (excuse me while I give my crazy noggin another sound thumping for that), I keep no kind of schedule. The trains in Naples run more on time than I. (Remind me to tell you about that most interesting night my sister and I spent under the Naples train station sometime. My life might be extremely boring at times, but when it picks up it really does outdo itself.)
Anyhow, it is has been a month since I’ve shared a writing nook with you. A horrendous blogger indeed.
Well, I am here now and with me is a little place where I could happily scribble away a decade. Truly. Give me ten years here and oh the stories I and my old jalopy of a mind could write.
Since I believe you have waited far too long for this already, I will stop talking now and let you enjoy…
Apricale, Italy… I’ve always dreamed of hiding away a lifetime in a hill town such as this.
As if being tucked into a traditional Italian hill town wasn’t good enough, the Casa Ristretta sits right next door to the south of France. If one tires of a long slow devilishly deep massage of the soul, one can Fiat over to the Cote d’Azur and have a tryst with the fast, fevered and rich. At only $73 per night, there would be coin enough for many dalliances.
As has become custom around here, the images are all linked to their source… https://www.homeaway.com/vacation-rental/p1672097
Until our next writing nook…