The Dolomites are sweet. So is Chianti. After last week’s brief four day venture to the northern reaches of Italy, I swung through home in Lucca, enjoyed Taco-Tuesday(-on-Friday) with some friends, thereby [...]
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From where I type this, I’m surrounded by craggy, knife-edged cliffs and simply gigantic grassy hills some 2,100 meters above sea level. I can’t help but think that this does not look [...]
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My European, early spring campaign finished up with Roubaix around Easter time at which point I played host to my brother for a handful of days before jetting back to America for [...]
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It was a year ago last week that I returned home from a European spring racing campaign for a little American decompressing RnR before Tour of California and the second half of [...]
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Italian living isn’t all about truffle infused risotto and cappuccinos. It’s not always rolling Tuscan hills taken straight from a postcard, adorable little Fiat Cinquecentos, and bottomless grappa. Everyone once in a [...]
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An appropriate subtitle to the title above would read, “Running (Italian) Errands”. Allow me to preface this post by acutely pointing out that having now lived in Italy for more than a [...]
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That whole trip to the UK last weekend for a Red Bull sponsored, 170 meter in length, uphill bike race came and went like a blur. Before I knew it, I had [...]
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It was merely a matter of time before the ferocious Argentine temperatures got the better of my overall well-being and something had to be done. That is to say, despite being on [...]
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