The Italians Have Their Priorities Right: They're

Splendid To Arrive Alone In A Foreign Country And Feel The Assault Of Difference. Here They Are All Along, Busy With Living; They Don't Talk Or Look Like Me. The Rhythm Of Their Day Is Entirely Different; I Am Foreign.

Venice, The Most Touristy Place In The World, Is Still Just Completely Magic To Me.

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

The Longer You Are In A Place, The More You Get Under Its Layers.

If You've Got A Plot The Size Of A Car Or A Tiny Yard In Italy, You're Going To Be Growing Tomatoes And Basil And Celery And Carrots, And Everybody Is Still Connected To The Land.