Dear Italy, how I love thee.

I want to go back. I wish I could close my eyes and wish for myself to be there. I walked everywhere in Rome, chilled out and listened to my ipod 24/7 at Sorrento, ran around back alleys in Venice, and spent 1 night in a dodgy, smoky hotel room.
The best thing was running around, with no one knowing me, and feeling not like a tourist, just a local. The idea of going back, starting a-fresh over there is too tempting.
I just want to be Italian.