By Joel Campbell I breathed a little more easy as the plane glided down to the runway. The trip had been scenic. The Alps, islands and coast of Italy provoked thoughts I had collected from history books. As the tires touched down Frank Sinatra cued up in my head. Years of Italian tropes from Olive Garden to the Godfather allegedly prepared me for this segment of our trip. The illusions quickly evaporated from my mind in a blistering heat wave. Togas made more sense. We hailed a cab to take us to our hostel. The rush of cold air was a welcome relief. I hadRead More →