“The need to travel is a mysterious force. A desire to go runs through me equally with an intense desire to stay at home. An equal and opposite thermodynamic principle. When I travel, I think of home and what it means. At home I’m dreaming of catching trains at night in the gray light of Old Europe, or pushing open shutters to see Florence awaken. The balance just slightly tips in the direction of the airport.”
On a daily basis, doing small, seemingly insignificant things, a memory from my time in Italy is sparked. It was such a precious experience. Traveling alone, I really savored each moment. I think that is why little things bring me right back to that time that I truly lived in every moment.
This morning I visited Pumpkin, a local cafe, for a quick snack. I picked up a coffee and a slice of Fig and Walnut Torte. One bite and I was immediately taken back to my day trip to Volterra.This town is the epitome of quintessential Tuscany. Aside from it’s brush with fame in the newest Twilight movie, it has been pretty unharmed by tourism. Narrow streets, friendly people, and cuisine unscathed by American preferences.
While visiting, I tried a Tuscan dessert, Panforte
The torte I had today resembled this dessert; the one I sampled while waiting for the last bus back into Florence on a brisk autumn evening.