Orta

Orta

 As I’m writing this we are streaming through the green rice fields and farmlands of northwestern Italy, the country’s breadbasket. This would all look familiar to you, except for the centuries-old stone farmhouses, white egrets, and brown buzzards perched along the highway like red-tailed hawks.  We’re crossing the Po River, headed south to the Italian Riviera.

Dear Rick Steves,

An open letter to Rick Steves:

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