After another long, cold, and incredibly wet spring, summer has finally arrived here in Italy. Along with some crazy tropical storms in the afternoon. I could almost imagine being in Florida. For me, summer means swapping out my wardrobe, a constant battle with mosquitos and embracing the sensory overload of this country when the sun finally stays out. Whether I’m staying in a beach town for the weekend with the smell of fried seafood drifting from a nearby trattoria, dragging my family to yet another Roman ruin, or wandering up the winding, cobbled inclines of a medieval hilltop village packed with stone houses and wild bougainvillea, Italy in July is…
