Travel in Europe,
solved and explained
Come for the old towns and the food you'll still be talking about, and the slow afternoons in between. I take care of the fine print and the bookings you'd have missed - so you get more of the good part.
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Marzamemi: How Long to Stay, and When to Go
One perfect piazza and an old tonnara in southeast Sicily - genuinely worth an hour or two, but only if you time the visit right.
Catania: What Two Days There Actually Buy You
The best things to do in Catania, and what two days there actually buy you: the morning market, the eating, the free city, and the day trip worth it.
Best Beaches in Sicily: How to Reach Them, What They Cost
Which Sicilian beaches you can reach by train or bus, which need a car, and what a day on the sand actually costs before you put a towel down.
Catania to Palermo: Train, Bus, or Car
The Catania to Palermo train runs direct again in just under three hours. How it compares with the bus and the drive, and how to check your own date.
San Vito lo Capo: Where Sicily's Road Ends
The beach at the far end of Sicily: what the sand actually costs, how to reach San Vito lo Capo without a car, and how late the water stays warm.
Mount Etna: How High You Can Stand on an Active Volcano
A different planet at the top: bare black slope, the coast far below. How high you get on your own, what each rung costs, and why the ceiling moves.
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I'm George Mandrovny. I've been at this since 2010 - I'll fly in for a weekend of Bavarian castles, or move somewhere for a year the way I did in northern Italy, and in between I've seen most of Europe, if not all of it yet. I'm still working on that. I've made my peace with how complicated a simple thing can get, and I still love the place for everything it packs in: the old towns, the food, the art, the centuries you can stand inside. My job is the practical part - the planning, the timing, what's worth booking - so it never gets between you and the rest. Nothing here is invented; I've checked it myself. About George →