It’s been an unusual week. I’ve spent most of my time with my head stuck
in a computer rather than out on the road experiencing interesting places. So
what does an addicted traveler do when she can’t travel? I think about trips I’ve
taken! And just to add fuel to the memory fire, a friend asked if I’d help her
son with a report on Italy. My first trip to that wonderful country was in 1985
and I’ve been in love with the people, food, and history ever since. That year
I met my relatives who live in Cleto,
a small town in the Calabria region
located on the instep of the boot, and although I’ve been back to Italy several
times for work, I’ve not gotten to see them in Cleto since.
