For most of the past five years, I’ve been exploring Europe non-stop. I’ve lived in the Swiss Alps and spent winters in Paris. I’ve based myself in Italian hill country and along the coast of Sicily. I’ve gone off the beaten track in Slovenia and Belgium. And I’ve fallen in love with this continent over and over again...
I love being able to travel wherever and whenever I like, for as long as I like. And these days I can, thanks to copywriting. Put simply, I write compelling stories and articles for businesses. It’s flexible and fun and it’s been paying the way for my overseas adventures for years now...
In all my many years of travelling around Italy, the tiny pink-and-white-stone hilltop town of Assisi has always had a special place in my heart. I first visited in the heart of winter and found myself wandering down the hill through brown and golden leaves, turning to look back at the imposing cathedral and town wreathed in fog before coming back up to wander its winding, narrow, perfectly Italian hill town streets.
For me, a huge part of the allure of travel is the food—the opportunity to explore new food cultures, to try new things, to seek out the birthplace of foods I already know and love. Which is why you’ll often find me planning trips with a specific foodie goal in mind: to visit the top restaurant in the world or to seek out the best pizza in Naples (where pizza was invented), to visit Zimbabwe’s Boma restaurant for ostrich kabobs or to try rustic rosti in the Swiss Alps...
It was mid-December in the Mediterranean—a bright, sunny, blue-sky day, brisk and perfect for a light jacket—and I was on a quest for the best cannoli in town. Cannoli, in case you haven’t had the pleasure, are delicate, crisp pastry shells filled with lightly sweetened cream made from ricotta cheese and sometimes topped with candied cherries or pistachio bits...