Italia

The language. Thin crust pizza. Fashion. Outdoor cafes. Tile kitchens. The Dolomites. Bread. Art museums. Pesto. Castles. Wine. Wine. Wine. Vineyards. How everything shuts down on Sunday for family day. Open markets. The architecture. Pasta. Soccer games. Marble floors. Their love affair with food. How women walk around in high heels from morning to night. Gelato. Family businesses closing down at lunch for however long they want. The Uffizi. Everyone riding bicycles. Italian cinema. Carnevale. The history of the Roman empire. Opera/theater. The colors. The festivals. Tradition. Ceramic masks. Their strong sense of family. Back alleys of Venice. Country drives through Tuscany. The romance. Olive orchards. Not just the language but the way Italians speak… how eloquently words just fall from their mouths. The mafia. How every town has a piazza. Proscuitto. High standard of living. Giro d’Italia. Cobblestone. Open windows. The serenades. Bocce Ball. Pointy toed shoes. Villas. The lakes. The Alps. Cappuccino. Antipasti. The churches… and church bells in the morning. Interior design. Terracotta roof tiles. Shopping in Milan. The monasteries up on mountain tops. Prosecco. Limoncello. The price of house wine. The Vatican. The cars. The coastline. How strong the drinks are. Mopeds. Life there is almost laid back but fast pace at the same time. The fountains. Cheap train rides. Leather purses. The hospitality. Etc etc etc