... and visited Rome, Venice, Napoli, Florence, Capri, Milan and many other towns and villages along the way, whose names I have now forgotten. We spent quite a bit of time trying to locate the small town where my grandparents had lived, Sette Fratte (Seven Brothers?), but were unable to find anyone that had heard of it.
The dinners throughout Italy were universally wonderful and were typically accompanied by a "mystery" wine served from a pitcher and generally poured into something other than a traditional wine glass. But it mattered not, they were delicious just the same.
My most memorable meal in Italy (not nearly the finest, but surely the most memorable) was also the most simplistic: a prosciutto pizza, served high on top the island of Capri. The combination of the food, wine, hospitality, weather and the view were positively heaven sent.
...oh great ...now I'm hungry again. This forum is bad for my waist line!