For me, Italy invokes the best feelings we can have in life: the pleasure of food, of a conversation among friends, of the union in a family, of the moment when our skin prickles when we first look at Santa Croce in Florence, of the streets full of clotheslines in Palermo, or the splendid color of the Lago di Como.
Sometimes I think that I will never live in Brazil again. It’s harsh to say never, I know, but there’s not even a jot of desire that could picture myself there. But I do miss the Brazilian energy. A friend once told me “We Brazilians, whenever we enter a room, we fill it with life!”. I couldn't agree more.