Justine Costigan is a Melbourne writer.
This small lagoon town, close to the Adriatic coast, is another of those tiny jewels in Italy’s vast treasure chest of cultural riches.
Beaches are beautiful but to me, they take second place to the alps. The steadfast, majestic beauty of the mountains does something to me that I can’t explain.
I’m looking forward to mountains and valleys, lakes and rivers, but I’m hoping this slow exploration will help me get to know the people and places better too.
Who would I socialise with when everyone had already found their tribe? Americans? Canadians? Brits? Or just go for the familiarity of Australians?
For most of the year, this train is the Ghan, travelling the historic route between Darwin and Adelaide. Come summer, there’s a change of scenery.
I’m interested in learning more about someone whose ideas have fundamentally shaped 175 years of world history. But others are less enthused.
We tried family holidays in different parts of Australia. But when we returned to this childhood spot, I knew we’d found the right place.
The Rhine is spectacular, but when we turn left at Koblenz, the scenery becomes even more beautiful.
Would you drive 100 kilometres out of your way to enjoy an incredible meal? On a recent road trip, the prospect of returning to a regional favourite was too tempting to resist.
It’s the passeggiata hour in Rome, and it looks like the whole town is in the piazza. My young Italian friend, Isabella, agrees, then tells me to look up.