This summer, my instincts have led me to Italy, to the city of Florence where the Renaissance began, to the language, culture, and art of my grandfather's family.
I'll not be one of "the vast majority of tourists, the millions driven by some unknown urge." I'm going because I'm "in love with nature...with art, culture, art, archaeology, and music." I'm going to "disappear into the background," to learn the language, to "wear ordinary clothes...meet people and make friends," to experience what Italians call "il dolce far niente," the sweetness of doing nothing.