I'm not sure if I mentioned that after two weeks discovering the northern reaches of Greece near Albania and Macedonia, I ended up in another country. Quite a popular destination in Europe, this one.
There are iconic sights. There is style oozing effortlessly through its city streets. It's people are dramatic, expressive, speaking in a language like classical music. History lives in this country, in its narrow alleys, dwelling in its ornate and rustic doorways. Fiats and Vespas both retro and shining new rev along in the present. It's politics are problematic. It's prime minister is a sexist womanising media magnate.
Did I mention the food yet?
Or the coffee?
If you've been following my twitter feed, you'll know which country I've been in and wasn't all that happy about leaving. If you haven't, I will be blogging short bits and pieces about my time there in these pages in the next few weeks as I ease back into more familiar territory in Vietnam. The cuisine will be as prominent in these little posts as it is in the culture of the country, the life of its inhabitants.
Italy...you were wonderful!