Count your nights by stars, not shadows.
I was in Italy for a month, and it was an unforgettable few weeks.
I started out in the south, with my good friend Jimmy and a few other old friends-- we explored Rome, Capri, Pompeii, and Naples. From there I went off on my own to spend a week in a commune in Tuscany, then backpacked through Florence, Pisa, and Venice.
I will never get over the food.
I know everyone raves about the food in Italy, but there is a reason for it. Every meal was good enough to be a last meal. And the wine flowed like water (not to mention all the coffee).
Italy is already calling me back, and I'll have to return again soon.
I don't know if you could ever really get your fill of this place.
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Italy's reputation precedes it. And Italy did not disappoint. I had just gotten from the airport to Termini Station in Rome late at night when a random Italian man came striding up to me with a greeting of "Ciao bella!" and handed me a rose.
I hadn't planned to go to Italy at all, and yet there I was, on a very early, slightly hungover sort of morning, boarding a train out of Rome with a strong coffee in one hand...