I met my sweetheart in The Cinque Terre. I had no idea where the Cinque Terre was. My friend suggested we go there to escape the heat of summertime in Florence. I diligently accompanied her as our train headed north towards the Italian Riviera. If you’ve never been to the Cinque Terre, then drop whatever you are doing, including reading this, and book your flight immediately.
BY BIANCA GIGNAC
We’re zipping along I-95 as I write this, near the Virginia/North Carolina border I think. My wife, Robin, is reading a book. To be clear, I am not at the wheel, although I have driven this route between the Northeast US and Florida many times. No, we’re not in a driverless vehicle. Actually, we’re along-SIDE I-95, comfortably situated in Amtrak’s Auto Train.
BY LANCE VAN AUKEN