As the morning sun streams through the leaded glass pane, I sip my warm cappuccino while gazing at the piazza that lies below.  The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts up from the bakery as the green grocer next door opens his shop, filled with garden fresh fruits and vegetables.  A woman across they way hums as she waters her window boxes, overflowing with crimson geraniums. And the street cleaner whistles La Traviata as his straw broom sweeps across the cobblestones….

Huh? What? Where am I? Oh…right…reality check…it’s just a dream, but a wonderful one at that.  The sights, sounds and smells of Italy are always in my mind and never far from my heart.  Actually, I’m in my office overlooking a parking lot, drinking a cup of Chock Full of Nuts coffee and trying to ignore the cacophony of truck horns and people shouting.  So I close my eyes, take a deep breath and imagine…


And it doesn’t take much to transport me to the place that had me at bon giorno



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