Ravenna, Italy
It feels great to be in the Adriatic under glorious sunshine. But it didn’t start out that way.
On Monday, everyone arrived in Venice right on schedule. Within an hour or so, we boarded the beautiful, new Seabourn Quest; a stunning all-suite ship accommodating just 450 guests. (Contrast that with some recent ships with 5,000 passengers plus crew.)
We all made it on board with some sunshine but before we sailed from Venice, the heavens drenched the city. Locals tell us that they are going stir-crazy after an unusual month or more of downpours. Nevertheless as we sailed past the incredible panorama of Piazza San Marcos and the Grand Canal, the rain stopped, leaving us with good viewing.
Yesterday we sailed into the tiny country of Slovenia, a former province of the federation called Yugoslavia. Slovenia was the first region to declare its independence from Yugoslavia in 1991 (after defending their independence in a 10-day war), the first to join the European Union and the first to use the Euro. It’s a beautiful country with rugged Alps, high alpine lakes and a well-kept countryside. The freeways leading into the capital, Ljubljana, are modern and in fine condition. The capital, itself, is a beautiful city with handsome art nouveau architecture. It might remind you somewhat of Salzburg (without all the tourists).
Our charming guide gave us a great introduction to the country on our 80-minute ride into the city. We took the funicular up to the castle for great views; however the intermittent rain kept us from seeing the Italian city of Trieste, just several miles away. By the time we finished lunch the rain was coming in torrents. So we rounded up some taxis to take us to our next stop, a historical museum built on an old Roman site. There a young university professor took us through Slovenia’s complex history. The most interesting part of his presentation was his description of life under Marshall Tito in Yugoslavia and Slovenia’s decision to declare its independence. We were worried that a good lunch with local wines would combine with jetlag to put everyone to sleep. However the professor’s story was so engaging that there were only a few yawns and head nods. All in all, a very pleasant day.
This morning we awakened in Ravenna, Italy, under sunny skies. This relatively unknown city became the capital of the Roman Empire when Rome fell in 402 AD. Though a seemingly modest city today, Ravenna contains wonderful cultural treasures well preserved from its glory days as the capital of the Empire. In particular several of us visited the incredible Byzantine mosaics that were created 1600 years ago. The artwork is outstanding and the colors are still rich and vibrant.
Tomorrow we arrive in Opatija, the first of three outstanding ports in Croatia. It should be fun and we’re supposed to have good weather. We’ll tell you about that in a few days. Meanwhile we’re all doing fine and wish you were here!
Paul and Christine
Coming of age in the 60s, in the midst of the Vietnam conflict, I could not imagine every visiting Hanoi. (And thoroughly enjoying the experience.) From our base at the classic 

When many visitors think of Cambodia’s capital, they cannot separate the city from the genocide committed by Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge. During our visit we went to see the site of the Killing Fields as well as the notorious prison in the city’s center. Just as visiting World War II concentration camps gives travelers an important and jarring perspective on life and inhumanity, these visits in Cambodia make one question how such tragedies can happen. How can we become so evil? On the positive side, the magnificent Royal Palace complex will stun you with its architectural beauty.
Beginning in the 6th Century, a basilica was built on the site of an ancient place of worship constructed by the Visagoths. During the Islamic period in Spain this church was destroyed in order to build a mosque on the site in 785 AD. No ordinary mosque, this was to be the most important Islamic place of worship in all in the West. Two subsequent additions enlarged the mosque to a truly impressive structure. In 1236, when the Christians reconquered Cordoba, the mosque was ‘purified’ and then converted back into a Christian cathedral. (
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came up to me and asked, in English, “Where are you from?” She continued, “What is your name?” “How many brothers and sisters do you have?” “How long will you stay?” These are, of course, fairly easy phrases to memorize but the little girl went beyond those. When we asked her name, she said it was “Monika”. Of course, that was her English name; after all, her Cambodian name would be very difficult to remember.
Not everyone speaks English; not everyone is as helpful or friendly. But our sense is that this is a great place to visit.
Unlike the temperatures in the north of the country, the air is quite warm and more humid. On Sunday we reach our final destination, Saigon, where we’ll spend the evening. There our group of travelers will dine in the former home of US Ambassador to South Vietnam, Henry Cabot Lodge. The next day, Monday, we begin our journey home.
There we boarded a vessel described as a ‘luxury junk’ – the term made us a little nervous. (Of course we checked it out long before we traveled and felt very comfortable with it.) When we boarded the comforts and the warm hospitality soon erased any concerns; it was a great experience. Shortly after boarding the captain began navigating through the picturesque limestone islands called ‘karsts’. Even though it was colder than we expected and, unfortunately, overcast, the experience was magical, worth every moment of our journey.

about 30 km from Palma. We enjoyed the old clanking train and the marvelous scenery along the way.
Today the ship’s chef arranged a festive buffet in the ship’s galley; it was fun to look behind the scenes and to select from Indian curries to barbecued ribs and everything in between.
The participants in our Autumn in the Mediterranean Signature Journey arrived in Rome last Thursday, weary but anxious to experience an insider’s look at Umbria. Later in the afternoon we reached our accommodations located high in the hills of the Umbrian countryside, Villa Hotel Monte di Solare, an elegant and welcoming hideaway not far from the region’s capital, Perugia. (With its fine restaurant, spacious rooms, pampering spa and even a restored, consecrated chapel, we think this villa hotel is worth a special journey. The staff works hard to accommodate their guests’ wishes; for example, on the day we departed, the hotel had arranged for a few guests to go hunting for Umbria’s prized white truffles with a local expert. Umm.)
For lunch we stopped for an impressive tasting of the region’s best wines and olive oils in the little village of Spello. The proprietor of the enoteca, a real showman, led us through two white wines, four impressive red wines and two extra virgin olive oils as we dined on pastas and a superb Mediterranean salad with tuna. The salad was dressed with a 25-year old balsamic vinegar that had taken on a delightful sweetness characteristic of aged balsamico. Though the wines were marvelous with foods to match, our favorite item was a simple bruschetta, peasant bread coated with a superb olive oil and topped with chopped ripe tomatoes and fresh basil. So simple; so good. The experience made it challenging to go into Perugia that evening for dinner. (But, we rallied and had a fantastic time because you can’t have enough good Italian fare).



