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Going To Europe As A Budding Cook Opened My Eyes To Food In A Different Way. When I Got To Italy, The First Thing I Did Was Put My Little Basil Plants In The Ground And Watch Them Turn Into Big, Healthy Bushes.

I Find That Other Countries Have This Or This, But Italy Is The Only One That Has It All For Me. The Culture, The Cuisine, The People, The Landscape, The History. Just Everything To Me Comes Together There.

Living In A Small Italian Hilltown, And Having Lived In A Small Town In South Georgia, I Understand That You Can Recognize A Family Gene Pool By The Lift Of An Eyebrow, Or The Length Of A Neck, Or A Way Of Walking.

Travel Releases Spontaneity. You Become A Godlike Creature Full Or Choice, Free To Visit The Stately Pleasure Domes, Make Love In The Morning, Sketch A Bell Tower, Read A History Of Byzantium, Stare For One Hour At The Face Of Leonardo Da Vinci's 'madonna Dei Fusi.' You Open, As In Childhood, And--for A Time--receive This World. There's Visceral Aspect, Too--the Huntress Who Is Free. Free To Go, Free To Return Home Bringing Memories To Lay On The Hearth.

Never Lose Your Childish Enthusiasm And Things Will Come Your Way.