The sad thing is that I can't stop thinking about the place. No one could ever really identify what exactly it is, but there is something about Italy that refuses to let you go. Once smitten, you're forever possessed by the romance that is Italy. And the funny thing is that no place can be more frustrating than Italy with its lack of organization, its passionate and illogical people, and its insouciant irreverance for tradition despite the fact that it is itself a tradition. Somehow there's a magic in the madness. . .