The Italian Riviera. Sanremo to be exact, right on the Mediterranean. It’s known as the City of Flowers, and I think I might just stay here forever, strolling the palm-lined streets, picking olives from the hills… Okay, I may take a trip to Florence to check out the Palazzo Medici. But then it’s right back to the Riviera. Maybe Portofino or Lerici. Just think of every romantic feeling you’ve ever had and then draw a coastline. You’ll probably get the Italian Riviera.
I’m not here so much for the sites as a state of being. That state being full of incredible food and wine. For those of you who don’t know, Northern Italian cuisine differs greatly from the kind you are used to – you know, a jar of sauce and a handful of dried spaghetti. It’s mostly seafood here, and I can’t get enough of the Pesto Genovese.
I may hop on one of the charter tour boats today or tomorrow (I know, I know, but I AM a tourist) to check out the coastline from the sea. Fact is, I know myself too well. I’m going to have to keep myself busy, even though that may be a somewhat anti-Italian Riviera mode of thinking!