Give me one day to live my entire life in Italy, I’d rise in Rome, get dressed in Milan, educated in Florence, fall in love in Venice. Who can resist kissing on Rialto Bridge, embracing in a gondola, exchanging loving glances over Chianti in a café, entwined after dark in the glow of San Marco? Amore abounds. Whether entranced by romance or not, it’s a snap to fall in love with Venice. Our dream visit had at last materialized. Bouncing over windy chop from airport to hotel in

My favorite vacation is typically the next one. I relish the anticipation of every getaway – what to pack? What trinkets to buy? Pondering the uncertainty, evaluating priorities, excitement builds. Move forward smartly with bold dispatch! is a travel mantra. But then there’s this last trip: Cinque Terre, Italy. It been 9 months since I unpacked, but the sounds, images and sweet memories of these five spectacular villages on the Ligurian Sea keep bobbing like dories in the h