Filed under: Florence, Food, Italy, Travel | Tags: Florence, Food, Gelato, Gourmet Ice Cream, Italy
Once you’ve tasted it, you’ll never be the same. And you may go insane trying to find it this side of the Mediterranean. One thing’s for sure – you’ll never go back to ordinary ice cream, neither Breyer’s, Edy’s, Ben & Jerry’s nor any other impostors. I am, of course, referring to Italy’s crown palate-pleasing jewel: gelato.
It is lighter, creamier, icier, and just plain better than the average scoop. Usually adorned with appealing decor such as strawberries, pineapples, hazelnuts, or blackberries; one glimpse and you will not be able to resist.
Filed under: Christianity, Faith, History, Italy, Rome, Travel | Tags: Cardinal Ippolito II d'Este, Christian Art, Christian Rome, Diana, Hadrian, Italy, Pagan Rome, Roman deities, Tivoli, Villa d'Este
Most anyone who visits the extravagant fountain-gardens of Tivoli is bound to be swept up in awe. The structure of the city’s several massive villas, panoramic views of Roman hillside, and grandiose marble fountains lure in the weary traveler with seductive promises of rest and tranquility. Man revels at the sight and sound of rushing water, and the Villa d’Este in Tivoli attempts to satiate every watery lust of his soul.
Filed under: Christianity, Italy, Life, Rome, Travel | Tags: Christian History, Christianized Rome, Corelli, Hadrian, History, Italy, Pagan Rome, Pantheon, Peruzzi, Pope Boniface IV, Queen Margherita, Raphael, Rome, Saint Mary of the Martyrs, Umberto, Vittorio Emmanuele II
Our tour group passes through narrow side streets, quickly leaving behind the open Piazza Navona in favor of darker, less populated areas. We are all exhausted, weary of walking and of following the brightly unfit scarf which marks our tour guide with a particular cheer. The tour, thus far, has been insanely hurried, and one more stop cannot be as eagerly anticipated as the more leisurely visitor might like. But I follow because I have no choice and because the bus will be waiting shortly after to console my burning feet.
Rounding a corner, I am not disappointed, for there looms the impressive and dark boast of Rome: the Pantheon.
