I have had the most fantasmaglorific (new word that I made up feel free to use it) weekend. I had a scooter/motorbike tour of Rome that was out of this world. We zipped by everybody in their cars and were all over town in minutes. I then realized that my lackadaisical self had seen nothing thus far. The next day, we went to an incredible artist’s commune situated on the top of a mountain with incredible views overlooking the valley below. Trees for days and a gurgling river that ran below completed the tranquil setting. And after that, a wonderful dinner and conversation. What more could a tired, intrepid traveler ask for?
Thank you, “One Hell of a Tourguide”!