CI VEDIAMO IN ITALIA...

(That is me, but alas, it wasn't my Fiat Cinquecento. Maybe I could fit one in my suitcase?)

This is one of those new fangled scheduled posts, so right about now I should be eating an overpriced sandwich on an orange plane. But all I can think about is being able to sit at a restaurant terrace, eating a plate of thinly sliced tomatoes with a few leaves of basil scattered on and a bit of