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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

  • The Vignette: Innsbruck

    I got an email from my mom after we had arrived in Innsbruck, and I had gotten onto the hotel’s Wi-Fi. The email said we needed a “pickel” to drive through Austria, which our German police-friend Eberhard warned us about…. Read More ›

  • Firenze

    We made it to Florence in about two hours, with hotel reservations for the Hotel Duomo, which is right across the way from the famous Duomo tourist attraction. The last leg of the trip had us travelling by foot since… Read More ›

  • Last Nights in Toscana

    We wound up staying Monday through Sunday morning. Friday night, we went to a restaurant in Orbetello (Il Pischeri) where the specialty is fresh-caught fish; it’s run by fishermen and they serve you the catch of the day, each night…. Read More ›

  • Feniglia

    Yesterday we went to the other beach, Feniglia (Fe-knee-lee-a), which is 10 km from the villa near Orbetello. It was quite different – more of a public beach, but still Olivier phoned ahead to reserve beach chairs for us and… Read More ›

  • Frigidaire

    This is the name of the beach we’ve gone to twice now. I’m learning more about how it all works now: for example, this isn’t a public beach (which explains why they have beach chairs for you, each with a… Read More ›

  • First Night in Toscana

    We got in right at 5 p.m., after roughly seven hours on the road from Como. The drive was nice, but we were all losing our cool toward the end. Tuscany is similar to what I imagined, with the arid… Read More ›

  • Como

    18 hours in Como, en route from Germany to Tuscany

  • Driving to Italy

    Tomorrow, we leave for our first roadtrip here in Europe. My friend Miriam really encouraged us to fly, as it would be less time in a confined space with two little kids, but I was insistent to drive. It’s about… Read More ›

  • Next to Nothing

    This phrase came up today: Dawn said she could really get used to doing next to nothing. That’s the topic of today’s blog, and once I get done with it I will be filled with a sense of accomplishment. Today,… Read More ›

  • Mount Olympus

    Called “the monarch of the Olympics,” this was the mountain we set our sites on as the big trip for the year. It’s not what you would call technical in terms of required skill (you should be comfortable with glacier… Read More ›