Deep down inside, I have a raging love affair with Mexico and all of it's beautiful beaches, cheap livin' and frosty margaritas BUT, for some reason as of late, I have been waxing poetic about Italy. Especially when I have desserts like this one. I'm blaming La Bocca della Verita (which quickly became my fave Italian restaurant). It's just so damn cute and the food is so fresh and incredible (plus, I could waste entire days on the outdoor patio). Simple and rustic, very much like Italy. I've backpacked through Italy and lolled through all of the wondrous hill towns (one of the best meals of my life was a fresh seafood pasta in one of the tiny villages of Cinque Terre) but when I was actually in the moment, I (as always) couldn't wait to get straight to Greece (the next pit stop on my backpacking tour). Now, though, I daydream about cakes (like this one from La Bocca--all covered in white chocolate and mascarpone), pastas and wines every single day and sadly, Mexico doesn't give me that romantic vision. It's a little more sandy beach, cold beer and fresh fish (still wondrous). I guess I love both, but as I think about buying a small place in a foreign land, Italy is on the horizon. I guess I could still build a shack in Mexico, but maybe that is what my sailboat is for...less roots, more freedom.