As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

There is no technique, there is just the way to do it. Now, are we going to measure or are we going to cook?

the house protects the dreamer; the houses that are important to us are the ones that allow us to dream in peace. Guests we've had stop in for a night or two all come down the first morning, ready to tell their dreams.

The undulent landscape looks serene in every direction. Honey-colored farmhouses, gently placed in hollows, rise like thick loaves of bread set out to cool.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.

I find that other countries have this or this, but Italy is the only one that has it all for me. The culture, the cuisine, the people, the landscape, the history. Just everything to me comes together there.