Since boarding the plane in Rome I’ve longed to return. Italy, you’ve cast your spell. Narrow cobblestone streets verdant hills and golden Tuscan villas David’s smooth, cool marble form Botticelli’s Venus and Primavera Tart gelato, strong cappuccino Each region, a different slice of the Italian pie. I dream of Renaissance villa gardens on deep blue cerulean lakes Carlotta, Meltzi, Balbianello. Brightly stacked rose, peach and yellow houses clinging to cliffs in fishing villages Positano, Amalfi, Ravello. Will I hike the Cinque Terre’s perilous trails, eat pesto in a seaside piazza? Once a backroad, Rick Steve’s made you a must see Will I walk among marble saints on Milan’s Duomo? From rural villages to ancient Gothic cathedrals You call me home.