If you haven’t already guessed, my next travel adventure will happen in Florence, Italy. Here’s the deal: Like many people, I’ve long had the dream of spending a month or more at a single European location; someplace where I can unpack once for the duration, where the barista in the nearby bar will soon recognize me and anticipate my order, where day trips to regional towns are easily do-able. I want to “live like a local” as the notion goes or, at least, pretend to. But I’ve hesitated to pull the trigger, recognizing that the reality of a solo-extended stay probably falls short of the fantasy. I’m comfortable enough maneuvering on my own, but I figure I’d get lonely and feel isolated. Although my hubs has become a good sport about active (cycling) vacations in recent years, a month or more in a tourist-filled town in an apartment without ready access to ice is definitely not his thing. I wouldn’t put him through it. However, even he has warned me lately that if I do...