Italy's Siren Call Lures Us More And

Five Tender Apricots In A Blue Bowl, A Brief And Exact Promise Of Things To Come.

It’s Daunting To Find The Language So Foreign, So Distant, But Also So Thrilling. One Is Absolved Of Responsibility When The Language Is Incomprehensible.

Travel Releases Spontaneity. You Become A Godlike Creature Full Or Choice, Free To Visit The Stately Pleasure Domes, Make Love In The Morning, Sketch A Bell Tower, Read A History Of Byzantium, Stare For One Hour At The Face Of Leonardo Da Vinci's 'madonna Dei Fusi.' You Open, As In Childhood, And--for A Time--receive This World. There's Visceral Aspect, Too--the Huntress Who Is Free. Free To Go, Free To Return Home Bringing Memories To Lay On The Hearth.

Venice, The Most Touristy Place In The World, Is Still Just Completely Magic To Me.

The Italians Have Their Priorities Right: They're Driven, They Do Their Work, But They Really Enjoy The Day-to-day And They Don't Put Off The Enjoyment Of The Everyday For Some Future Goal.