I haven't quite descended from the high of my trip, but...ooooh, I wish I was back in Italy already. I miss the orangy-gold sunlit glow of Pisa, the luminous light of Venice as dusk falls with the rain, wandering through winding Florentine streets, being drawn down Venetian calli that lead nowhere in particular, flowers popping up in the tiniest of gardens, gratefully stumbling across a gushing fountain in the heat of midday, the rhythm of the language, the warm reception as I struggled with my few Italian words, shopping for food in small fresh quantities instead of big bulk packages, finding unexpected beauty in the most modest of churches, clothes hanging to dry on every other building, the surge of the vaporetto across the lagoon...
"You may have the universe if I may have Italy"
~ Giuseppe Verdi
We had a fantastic time in England too, don't get me wrong. I definitely want to return to the UK for further exploration in the future, but I feel like I could pick up and move to Italy tomorrow and happily live out the rest of my days there!