It never fails, about month after I return home, I start missing Italy. It is a terrible cycle, by the end of the summer I can’t wait to come home (Italy in August is HOT and Italians don’t really believe in air conditioning), but then, just 4 weeks later, I am already missing it and planning my return.
|Morning cappuccinos at Cafe Florin in St. Mark’s Square (Venice), established in 1720!|
|Carbonara at my favorite restaurant in Rome, i Vascellari.|
|Skipping through the vineyards!|
But most importantly, the memories: