The statue of David at the Academia in Firenze is the nearest thing to perfection that I have ever seen. The fresh pasta dish of Amalfi cooked al dente in olive oil, garlic, sundried tomatoes and warmed through fresh tomatoes did such an exquisite dance on my taste buds that talking became an intrusion. Roma, where every time you turn a corner, there is an architectural delight to behold. The world-famous fashionistas of Milan who have engrained accessorizing in the culture so much so that wearing a t-shirt and jeans, one becomes a fashion plate. Listening to the operatic pop of Il Divo while sipping on a glass of Vino Noble di Montepulciano, the nectar of Tuscany, is bewitching to the senses. I’m on my way to Italy. I love, love, love this country. Even the language is mesmerizing as words roll off the tongue in a poetic waterfall of romance. My favorite Italian phrase is ‘Buona Serra’ because it’s music to my ears.