Italy's Siren Call Lures Us More And

Going To Europe As A Budding Cook Opened My Eyes To Food In A Different Way. When I Got To Italy, The First Thing I Did Was Put My Little Basil Plants In The Ground And Watch Them Turn Into Big, Healthy Bushes.

Everything I Pick Up Seems To Lure Me Away. Everything I Do In My Daily Life Begins To Feel Like Striking Wet Matches. The Need To Travel Is A Mysterious Force. A Desire To 'go' Runs Through Me Equally With An Intense Desire To 'stay' At Home. An Equal And Opposite Thermodynamic Principle. When I Travel, I Think Of Home And What It Means. At Home I'm Dreaming Of Catching Trains At Night In The Gray Light Of Old Europe, Or Pushing Open Shutters To See Florence Awaken. The Balance Just Slightly Tips In The Direction Of The Airport.

Any Arbitrary Turning Along The Way And I Would Be Elsewhere; I Would Be Different.

The Only Thing More Surprising Than The Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.

Where Is It Written That Houses Must Be Beige? Any Dun Colored House Would Look Better If Painted Pineapple, Cream, Ochre, Or Even A Smart Sage.