Goodbye Italy. Hello New York.
As we slowly adjust to our return home -- the temperature (muggy), the time (six hours behind), and the work (too much too soon), there are certain tastes, images, and sensations that still remain at the front of my head and the tip of my tongue.
Before they slip away permanently, I've put a few down.
- Caffe espresso for under one euro.
- White taxis.
- Roadside panini at the Autogrill.
- Fior di latte gelato.
- Grandmas on bikes.
- Grandmas on scooters.
- Pitchers of steamed milk served with coffee at breakfast.
- Wide fields of sunflowers in the Maremma.
- Floating with barely any effort in the salty water off of Santa Margherita.
- Easy access to caffe shakerato.
- Quartinos of house wine for only two euros.
- The recorded "arrivederci" called out from speakers at the autostrade toll booths.
- Long, sunlit evenings.
- Tiny cars.
- Creamy pesto.
- Chewy, twisted trofie.
- Endless varieties of acqua minerale gassata.
- Warm, fresh, and tender insalata di mare.
Over the next few weeks, expect an onslaught of photos and tales from our visit. Regular posting will resume on Monday.