italia amore mio

The more i go to Italy, the more infatuated i become with this country. I used to have a love/hate relationship with the boot, but now i feel an incredible passion for it.
Italy is the perfect lover.
The more i see her, the more she unveils her secrets... little by little just to seduce my curiosity into another dark room to be lit up on a later date.
The italians, when they talk of the big headed french say that France is just like Italy... without it's class... how true. Class and refinement come from simplicity. The food is so devinely obvious, the Mona Lisa's smile is so subltle, Michelangelo's creation of Man says so much in such little space [when you break the event down to the few square cm that occupy the two fingers]...
I could live there.
If i did, i would become king of the Pigrone.