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Published: August 16th 2009
There we stood in the center of a piazza in Florence, locals and tourists streaming around us as we scanned the skyline for the looming shadow of the Duomo we just knew had to be somewhere nearby. Back to back we stood, looking vainly in every direction for the landmark that would lead us back to the hostel. No such luck. Such is the joy of backpacking through Italy, even if you do it with a ...
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Martha Kilgour
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Merritt, Thank you for that wonderful description in digital and word pictures. If I ever get to Italy, I feel as if I would recognize the people, the places, the streets, from your lively descriptions. I think Reid is a man after my own heart! I traveled through England with Evelyn Lawson and was horrified at the way the people loved and fed and interacted with the pigeons. One of Evelyn's favorite things that she told everyone about the trip was Martha walking through the plazas and muttering through her teeth, "Out of my way! I kick pigeons!" I never did, though. So I really admire Reid for doing it. The only thing better than reading your account of it would have been to see it in person.