Some of us have a love-hate relationship with Italian vacations. The vita really is dolce, but sometimes too much so. After OD’ing on carbohydrates and tannins, we slouch home from Positano puffy and depleted. Good luck “moderating” in a country where even a gas-station panini deserves recognition from the Michelin Guide.
A traveler committed to healthy living might believe that the only destination is an austere medical resort in Germany where gumming muesli is the main attraction. (Been there, suffered through that.)
