I find myself day-dreaming lately of careless summer days spent lying on my back staring at billowing clouds drifting across a perfect blue sky. As the perfume of baking peaches floats through the quiet of the kitchen in the early morning hours, my mind wanders. As I gather my recollections together like a stack of plates, the scent of caramelized raspberries brings back memories of lazy-day picnics shared along the rolling hills just outside Florence. The fragrance of summer fruit triggers memories so tangible, I could bite into them like a peach. I am forever grateful for having learned the simple pleasures of life in Italy. La vita e’ bella — otherwise translated as — life is beautiful.