I never really thought that I could fall in love with Italy. I never acquired a taste for citrusy hues, and I am not a giant proponent of several consecutive sunny days. I like when the sky is gutsy enough to rain on me and when life can somewhat be viewed in black and white. I think that's why I'm really enjoying Germany and Austria during the winter season even though it's bitterly cold outside. I consider myself a realist, and a sunny, tangy-colored paradise doesn't seem feasible in reality.
I don't think that I could have been more surprised by my reaction to the Italian countryside, however. Aside from constantly being reminded of The Talented Mr. Ripley (and thus, the delicious Matt Damon), I was searching for the winding street where I could one day keep my summer house near the lake so I will have access to the harbor on days ideal for sailing. Even though the shrubbery had, for the most part, turned a crispy shade of brown and many of the green trees and plants seemed quite out of place although they are engineered never to be out of season, I found a quite peace in the country famed to be home to the worst drivers in the world.
The food is fabulous; fresh, authentic Italian sandwiches available for purchase in petrol stations/grills, divine espresso and espresso cousins on every corner, and gelaterias occasionally set in a local strip mall for a tasty indulgence, could anyone ask for more? I submit they cannot.
Oh, and lets not forget the scenery. Mountains, lakes, architecture all with a classic theme featuring summery colors so rich that each city street warms you with just one glance. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was in heaven.
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