I’m back to my cappuccino again this weekend, but it’s a chilly May day on the front porch and I’ve been relegated to a window instead. I am contemplating a time nearly two-years ago when Alex and I finally landed in Rome after dark. Jet-lagged and dreary-eyed, we traveled from the airport into...

I’m sitting on my porch in Springfield, Missouri drinking a homemade version of an Italian cappuccino as I write this, my first blog entry about traveling as an architect. What an ironic way to start a travel blog, during a pandemic with travel restrictions! Even the best laid plans don’t always...