Oh, Italy. I am so glad to be back. Seeing all of the Christmas nights in Torino, watching the Italians out on their evening passeggiattas, aperitivo and homemade risotto, a long-awaited trip to Grom for gelato my first day and hot chocolate on the second, and spending the short amount of time I had here with some really wonderful people… it’s safe to say my first two days in this country were lovely. I stayed with some friends - they have three children, and although the eldest was away at camp, I got to hang out with the younger two. They are some of the smartest, coolest kids I know. Brando, the 5-year-old, is crazy imaginative and artistic and Febe, who is 12, wants to be a performer and is wise beyond her years. I should also note that they both speak English perfectly- I would never know Febe was Italian if I met her out of context because she has absolutely no accent. Their Australian au pair, Kate, is wonderful, and she showed me around the city yesterday afternoon. It was a lovely little visit. In short, this country feels like home. One of these days I'm buying myself a one way ticket.