On gray days like today, I fantasize about the summer. I imagine myself back in Italy, hiking the cliffside towns in the Cinque Terre. I smell the fresh sea air. Or, I am in Sicily, diving off sun-bleached cliffs.
In the summer months, Italy is a land of sun and sea. Towns seem to grow, like mushrooms, out of the cliffs here. Sorrento’s bluffs plunge deep into the blue sea. On a clear day here, you can even see Capri – crowned in wisps of clouds -- in the distance.
This past October, I was lucky to travel to Puglia with a group of our awesome travel agents. Walking along the seafront in Otranto, we breathed in the salty breeze. As she watched a sailboat bobbing in the bright blue bay, one of the agents commented to our group: “Now, this is the real Italy!” I couldn’t agree more.