Almost one year ago, I wrote a post about how I should like to live in Cinque Terra.

(sigh)... Italia.  Images from "Under the Tuscan Sun" float through my memory.  Diane Lane in that fabulous white dress on the shores of Positano ("ladybugs, Catherine, ladybugs").  Market day in Cortona, where "the piazza is an ongoing party and everyone is invited. Clichés converge and you almost want to laugh, but you can't help feeling that these Italians know more about having fun than we do." 

And here I am, one year later, anxiously awaiting my Italian work permit.

Eek!

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.