Tag: West Europe

January 21, 2015 Tessa Bradford 9 comments

Lost in Venice My Florentine melancholy didn’t last very long. I was sitting on the train to Venice and across the car was another girl, clearly a seasoned traveler. She munched on a bag of granola while she read out of a tattered paperback and leaned on her well-loved backpack. She was a girl after my…

January 18, 2015 Tessa Bradford 8 comments

The Beauty of Florence I was sitting on a bus after leaving the hippie commune, head foggy from wine, wondering where I was going and what I was going to do there. Rachel had to head back to Rome but I was going north to Florence, probably.   I’d bought a ticket from Grosseto to…

November 6, 2014 Tessa Bradford 2 comments

A Commune In Tuscany You know what I’d never done before? I’d never lived in a hippie commune. So while I was traveling on my own through northern Italy I decided it was high time I tried it out– and as luck would have it there was a hippie commune in Tuscany just waiting to…

August 21, 2014 Tessa Bradford 12 comments

Southern Italy and the Perfect Pizza Do you know what I love? Traveling. Ok, you’re not shocked in the slightest. This IS a travel blog after all. It would hardly be appropriate to keep it up if I didn’t love traveling. But specifically– I love that Travel, with a capital T, is never really what you…

July 20, 2014 Tessa Bradford 4 comments

Rome by Night Italy’s reputation precedes it. And Italy did not disappoint. I had just gotten from the airport to Termini Station in Rome late at night when a random Italian man came striding up to me with a greeting of “Ciao bella!” and handed me a rose. I could get used to such a…

July 9, 2014 Tessa Bradford 8 comments

London, Unexpectedly Sometimes plans go haywire when you’re on the road, but that’s just a part of traveling. You hope for the best, plan what you can, and make adjustments as you need to. So when Nicole suddenly had to fly back to America at a moment’s notice and I was left to travel Europe…

May 24, 2014 Tessa Bradford 11 comments

For the Love of Ireland It was time to get back to life on the road (it had been almost two months at home, after all!), so we bought new backpacks, stuffed ’em to the brim, and boarded a flight to Ireland. James, one of my favorite people in this whole wide world, happens to…