Live From Suckville Presents: The Sylva Lining
Did you know that Suckville doesn't exist, but we've all been there? It's a place, state of mind, or event that really… Well, sucks. But you're not alone there, and that's the point of Live From Suckville.
Day Nine: Adergas, Slovenia to Ljubljana, Slovenia On our last two-wheeled sojourn through Slovenia (tear), the clouds hung low in the morning like a damp curtain from behind which curious … Continue reading Klagenfurt, Austria to Ljubljana, Slovenia: The End is Near
Day Five: Podkoren to… Podkoren We pick up the trail in the hamlet of Podkoren, Slovenia nestled beneath the Julian Alps. On stores of potica (Slovenian sweet bread stuffed with … Continue reading Klagenfurt, Austria to Ljubljana, Slovenia: Good Times, Round Two
No, this is not the first time I’ve taken on this particular subject — and it indubitably won’t be the last. Why? Because Summit County — like an old, stubborn … Continue reading Leggo of Your Ego
Morning split like a cracked gray soft-boiled egg (which we had for breakfast) revealing the bright blue underneath. Under this brilliant hue, the three of us took an exploratory bike … Continue reading Innsbruck On a (Bike) Shoe String
To arrive in Bologna by train (45 minutes from Faenza, our home for now) was a piece of cake. To get off the train in Bologna was like cramming a … Continue reading Roll Out
“Something smells like fireworks,” said Tiffany as we cruised up the valley towards Dovadola (doh-vah-doh-la, Dave). “Reminds me of a celebration.” Not out of the question, since Independence Day in … Continue reading Nero is the New Black
Live From Suckville Presents: The Sylva Lining 