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dipping into southern italy: tropea

after a long train ride, we dragged our luggage from the stazione through the tiny town towards the hotel. our room wasn’t ready, but we were offered a coffee (by the only english speaking person in Tropea). the room was worth the wait: it was on the top floor, with a terrace bigger than the room itself and overlooking the main piazza. in the opposite direction, through the cracked buildings, was a hazy view of Calabria’s mountains.