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					<description><![CDATA[Italia!&#160;I fell in love with the&#160;Bel Paese&#160;as a twenty-one-year-old backpacker staying in&#160;pensioni&#160;recommended by&#160;Let’s Go: Europe. Sure, it helped that I met a handsome Roman boy first thing (now a good friend to my husband and me.)&#160;Certo, I was astonished by the art and architecture, the landscapes and cityscapes. But what blew my mind then (and [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p><em>Italia!&nbsp;</em>I fell in love with the&nbsp;<em>Bel Paese</em>&nbsp;as a twenty-one-year-old backpacker staying in&nbsp;<em>pensioni&nbsp;</em>recommended by&nbsp;<em>Let’s Go: Europe</em>. Sure, it helped that I met a handsome Roman boy first thing (now a good friend to my husband and me.)&nbsp;<em>Certo</em>, I was astonished by the art and architecture, the landscapes and cityscapes. But what blew my mind then (and still does when I have the luck to return) is the Italian way of life. My Anglo-Saxon upbringing compels me to rush all the time but – in Italy – I slow way down:&nbsp;indulging in a mid-day&nbsp;<em>granita&nbsp;</em>and brioche at a Sicilian café; drinking more deep, dark espresso than maybe I should; nibbling Venetian&nbsp;<em>cicchetti</em>&nbsp;snacks at a standing room-only bar; reveling in the particular golden light that falls on Italy. Exchanging my power-walk stride for the&nbsp;<em>passeggiata&nbsp;</em>at dusk, when elegantly coiffed, dressed and shod Italians stroll cobblestoned streets at a leisurely pace (no way am I exchanging my walking shoes for stilettos, however.) Now, when none of us can actually voyage to places we love, I’m grateful to armchair-travel through books, movies, and even videos of Italians singing to one another out their windows!&nbsp;&nbsp;In these dark times,&nbsp;<em>l’arte di vivere</em>&nbsp;reminds me to live each day as artfully as I can.&nbsp;</p>
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