I used to travel to see it all. I’d land somewhere and immediately set out with a vague (okay fine, somewhat detailed) itinerary, and a completely unjustified confidence in my ability to figure things out on foot. I didn’t care how many buses it took or whether the train schedule hadn’t been updated since Mussolini…
Read MoreLazing around on a catamaran under the heavy heat of the afternoon sun, hopping from island to island, before stopping off at a secluded seaside restaurant for a polpo all’insalata with a side of sea breeze? Idyllic. Salty hair from diving into the sparkling shallows of the Mediterranean over and over again? I’ll take it. Has anyone ever needed convincing to holiday on an Italian island? Probably not…
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