I loved the way the light slowly revealed the beautiful buildings of Genova.
And the way that I would wake in the mornings... with people calling out and greeting each other in the street where I was living.
I loved the way that I woke not only needing a cappuchino for my breakfast but knowing that I could go find the best cappuccino I have tasted, just a few hundred metres down the road.
I loved the way the focaccia was soaked in just the right amount of oil and salt.
I loved choosing my fresh pasta and sauce and unwrapping the gift-wrapped package when it came time to cook it.
And I loved walking lost in the alleyways of the old city, aperitivo, Italian wine, the chocolates, the architecture, the sea, the bookshops, the language and the Genovese.