January 21, 2015
Tessa Bradford
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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
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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. [spacer height=”20px”]
November 30, 2014
Tessa Bradford
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Backpacking Europe A video of the almost-3 months Nicole and I spent backpacking around Europe. We began in Ireland, then made our way to England, Italy, Slovenia, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, and Hungary. There were lots of good friends, beautiful places, and strange adventures along the way.
November 6, 2014
Tessa Bradford
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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…
October 18, 2014
Tessa Bradford
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In Rome there was Pasta and Wine When I think back to the time I spent in Rome I think of the food and the wine, and I think of the three guys I was traveling with. Too smart for their own good, their back-and-forth banter was like a high stake’s contest where cleverest comment wins….
August 21, 2014
Tessa Bradford
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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.[spacer height=”20px”] But specifically– I love that Travel, with a capital T, is never really what…
July 20, 2014
Tessa Bradford
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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…