On the road to Isnello, you ascend through a labyrinth of winding mountain roads, where arrival times are never certain. The pace is its own. You reach instinctively for your phone, thinking to adjust the time zone to Isnello. It does not exist, but you are already there.
Read MoreIt’s funny how the nearest places have become our gateways to happiness during the coronavirus pandemic.
Read MoreI had contemplated canceling my trip to Camogli the weeks before I arrived. What a foolish mistake that would have been. Tipped off by friends from the area that the town’s beaches, restaurants and passageways would be laden with unsavory tourist mobs, I wondered: how would I find myself in Camogli?
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