This film follows the last modern-day cowboys leading their flocks of sheep up into the breathtaking and often dangerous mountains for summer pasture.
Arts and Culture
As I’m writing this we are streaming through the green rice fields and farmlands of northwestern Italy, the country’s breadbasket. This would all look familiar to you, except for the centuries-old stone farmhouses, white egrets, and brown buzzards perched along the highway like red-tailed hawks. We’re crossing the Po River, headed south to the Italian Riviera.
An open letter to Rick Steves:
For me, the second day in the resort town of Stresa, Italy unfolded in flashes of detail; a tiny green fern growing out of a crack in the wall, a clear glass of grappa, two girls in bikinis playing with dogs on the beach. A train carried us through the mountains, across the border north into Locarno, Switzerland for lunch.