In loving memory of our mother.

We bade farewell to Stephanie, the cats and the Trullo early. Joe drove us across the 'heel' to Taranto from where our train for Milano...

We begin our long journey back to Australia tomorrow -- north to Paris by train then two flights back to the big southern island. So here...

It is Sunday in southern Italy. The town is quiet. The beaches not far from here will already be crammed (even this early in summer)....

We drove from coast to coast across the 'heel' of the 'boot' that is mainland Italy. From the Adriatic Sea to the Ionian Sea. From...

My brother warned me that life in the Trullo would be rustic ... that's the word he used. Rustic. Did he mention it would be rustic and...

My younger brother provides my verifiable first memory. In a taxi. In the rain. In Aberdeen. I was -- what? -- three and a half years old...